Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 303

(Dr. Harrison's POV)

I ended the call with Alpha King Ethan Stone and immediately accelerated my vehicle, racing toward the Healing Den. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I gripped the steering wheel.

Evelyn Winters' condition had been stable following her surgery. The sudden news of her shock was deeply alarming.

"Damn it," I muttered, weaving through traffic with the urgency of a healer who knew every second counted.

Given her recent major operation and weakened wolf, a shock could prove fatal. If she survived, she might fall into a prolonged healing sleep from which she might never emerge.

My wolf pushed my senses to their limits, preparing for the critical intervention ahead. The scent of antiseptic and medicine still clung to my clothes from my previous rounds, a constant reminder of my duty.

I couldn't help but think about the timing. Something felt off about this sudden decline. Mrs. Winters had been recovering well, her vitals strong despite her age.

The tires screeched as I pulled into the medical den's parking area, not bothering with proper alignment. Every minute could alter the outcome.

I grabbed my emergency kit and ran toward the entrance, my wolf lending me speed that made the world blur around me.

"Hold on, Mrs. Winters," I whispered. "Just hold on."

(Olivia's POV)

I paced outside the Bloodrush Chamber, my footsteps echoing in the sterile corridor. Each minute felt like an eternity as I waited for news about my mother.

I had sent James Knight home to rest. He'd been by my side since my mother's surgery, his hazel eyes heavy with exhaustion despite his protests.

"I'll take over Mom's care in the morning," I had insisted, practically pushing him toward the door.

The memory of receiving the call still felt like a physical blow. I had been at the market, purchasing moonflower tea to help my mother sleep, when my phone rang with the devastating news of her sudden decline.

My wolf whined anxiously beneath my skin, sensing my distress. The monthly cycle weakening my body didn't help matters.

Finally, the door opened. Dr. Harrison Fletcher emerged, his face grave, confirming my worst fears before he even spoke.

"Ms. Winters," he began, his voice gentle but clinical.

The world tilted around me. My legs gave way as darkness crowded the edges of my vision.

My wolf retreated deep within me, overwhelmed by shock. I felt myself falling, unable to process what was happening.