The Alpha King is unavailable novel Chapter 137

I caught Olivia as she collapsed, my reflexes acting before my mind could process what was happening. Her slight weight fell against me, her body limp and fragile in my arms.

“Olivia!” I called out, panic rising in my throat as I cradled her against my chest.

Her face was pale, dark circles prominent beneath her closed eyes. The sight of her unconscious form triggered something primal within me, my wolf howling with distress beneath my skin.

“What happened to her?” Lucas Blackwood demanded, stepping forward with concern etched across his features.

I growled low in my throat, my wolf bristling at his proximity. “Stay back, Blackwood. She’s my mate. I’ll take care of her.”

“You’ve done enough damage,” he retorted, his gray eyes flashing with anger. “Let me help her.”

“She doesn’t need your help,” I snarled, lifting Olivia’s unconscious form closer to my chest. “She needs rest and proper care, which I will provide.”

Clara Wilkins approached cautiously, her elderly face creased with worry. “The poor dear has been through so much. Please take good care of her.”

I nodded curtly, turning away from Blackwood’s penetrating gaze. As I carried Olivia to my Shadow Ghost, I could feel his eyes tracking our every movement.

“This isn’t over, Stone,” he called after me, his voice carrying a clear warning.

I didn’t respond, focusing instead on securing Olivia in the passenger seat, making sure she was comfortable before closing the door. My wolf was restless, torn between territorial rage at Blackwood and deep concern for my mate.

As I drove away, I couldn’t help glancing at Olivia’s unconscious form. Her chestnut hair fell across her face, and I gently brushed it away with one hand, my chest tightening at how vulnerable she looked.

What had I done to her? To us?

The drive to Imperial Gardens passed in a blur of conflicting emotions. By the time I carried

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her inside, my mind was racing with worry and regret.

I gently placed Olivia on the sofa, my hands lingering longer than necessary. She looked so small, so broken. I immediately called Dr. Harold Bennett, who arrived within minutes.

“What happened?” he asked, his experienced eyes already assessing Olivia’s condition.

“She collapsed,” I explained, pacing anxiously as he examined her. “We were…