Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 325

(Olivia's POV)

The antiseptic smell of the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den clung to my clothes as James and I pushed through the glass doors into the crisp morning air. My wolf stretched beneath my skin, relieved to escape the sterile environment that held so many painful memories of Lily's final days.

"I need coffee," James muttered, running a hand through his dark hair. "Strong enough to wake a hibernating bear."

I smiled despite my exhaustion. "There's a decent place around the—"

A desperate cry cut through the air. "Olivia!"

Before I could react, Victoria Frost appeared before us, her face streaked with tears. She lunged forward with surprising speed, grabbing my hand with desperate force.

"Olivia, I beg you, please save Emma!" Her voice cracked with emotion, her wolf's distress pheromones flooding the area. "Emma is in critical condition. Without your friend's kidney, she'll die for sure."

I tried to pull away, but Victoria clung tighter, her nails digging into my skin.

"She's only seven years old, so little and innocent," she continued, her blue eyes swimming with tears. "I beg you to have mercy on her—don't be so cold-blooded and stop your friend from donating the kidney."

My wolf bristled at her audacity. Around us, pack members slowed their pace, openly staring at the unfolding drama.

"Adult wolves' grudges shouldn't involve pups," Victoria pressed, her voice rising to ensure everyone could hear. "Emma is innocent."

I noticed how carefully she avoided mentioning the true nature of our "grudge"—how she had stolen Lily's kidney donor, condemning my daughter to death. Instead, she framed it as mere rivalry between two she-wolves competing for the Alpha's attention.

James's russet-brown wolf surged beneath his skin with protective fury. "Don't touch Liv with your filthy hands," he snapped, stepping between us.

Victoria stumbled back, her performance momentarily disrupted by his intensity.

"Don't say Olivia stopped me—I don't want to donate!" James continued, his voice trembling with anger. His hazel eyes flashed with his wolf's rage. "Saving your daughter? I'd rather save a stray omega!"

The gathering crowd murmured in shock at his vehemence.

"An omega at least knows gratitude!" he spat. "You and your daughter are like the snake in that old pack fable—given sanctuary, you only bite the Alpha that sheltered you."

Victoria's face paled as James leaned closer, his wolf's dominance radiating from him in waves.

"Stay away from Liv," he warned, "or I'll challenge you myself, wheelchair or not."

His claws began to emerge, his control slipping under the weight of his fury. I quietly placed my hand on his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles.

Our years together had forged a connection that transcended words. With that simple touch, I assured him I had a better way to handle this. James understood instantly and stepped back, his wolf still bristling as he stood in silent support beside me.

(Victoria's POV)

I hadn't expected Knight's outburst, but I quickly regained my composure. The crowd's sympathetic glances told me I still held the advantage.

I let fresh tears spill down my cheeks, my wolf projecting carefully calibrated vulnerability pheromones.

"Olivia," I wept, "I know James is only refusing for your sake. I beg you, please, save Emma!"

I made my voice break on my daughter's name, watching the effect ripple through the onlookers. Several she-wolves nodded in understanding—what mother wouldn't do anything for her pup?