Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 329

(Olivia's POV)

"Ethan Stone, do you have any humanity left at all!" My voice trembled with hatred as my wolf surged beneath my skin, demanding release.

My emerald eyes flashed dangerously, claws threatening to emerge from my fingertips. If I could, I would have torn the Alpha King apart with my bare hands. Was Emma Frost really so important to him, important enough that he could cast everything else aside—including James Knight, who had been crippled for refusing to donate his kidney?

The rage that had been building since I'd seen James in that hospital bed consumed me entirely. My wolf howled for justice—for Lily, for James, for all the pain this man had caused.

In a blur of werewolf speed, I rushed toward Ethan, who had one arm cradling Emma and the other holding a bowl of steaming venison broth.

Reacting with Alpha instincts, Ethan shielded Emma in his embrace. The scalding liquid cascaded down his own back and arm, leaving his skin red and raw beneath his rolled-up sleeves. His wolf growled at the pain but remained protective of the pup in his arms.

He ignored his discomfort, checking Emma anxiously. "Emma, are you alright? Did you get burned?"

Emma, pale and shaken, cried harder with concern for her father figure. Her wolf whimpered as she blew on his burned arm. "Ethan, does it hurt?"

Ethan stroked her head tenderly. "I don't hurt."

Yet when he turned to me, his amber eyes were sharp with accusation, his Alpha pheromones filling the room with warning. "Liv, don't you know what Emma's going through? She's already suffering so much—what are you doing?"

The old wound of his favoritism for Emma reopened in my heart. A fresh wave of anger and resentment surged as I remembered the injustices Lily had suffered in this same pack. Did he ever spare a thought for Lily, the daughter he'd neglected?

Emma immediately broke into fresh sobs, her wolf crying out in distress as she worried for her mother and tried to get out of bed to help.

Ethan comforted Emma with gentle pheromones that calmed her inner wolf. "Stay in bed, princess. I'll help your mother."

Seizing this moment, Emma grabbed my arm, her little fingernails digging in as she shrieked, "Get out! You're a bad wolf! You hit Ethan and hurt my mommy! I hate you! You're not welcome in our pack!"

I was disgusted by the manipulative behavior so similar to Victoria's. With a growl, I flung Emma's hand away.

Yet, in a move I'd seen her mother perform and learned from observation, Emma deliberately threw herself backward, hitting her head against the bed with a loud thud and blacking out. Her wolf retreated deep within her in apparent shock.