The Alpha King is unavailable novel Chapter 225

My greatest triumph had been redirecting that kidney donor from Lily to Emma. Nathan Blackwood had been surprisingly easy to convince his loyalty to me outweighing any ethical concerns. And when Lily died, I had comforted Ethan, solidifying my position while Olivia fell

apart.

I had been untouchable. Until now.

“Ms. Frost?” A timid voice interrupted my thoughts.

Dorothy Lawson, my housekeeper, stood at the doorway, clutching a small bag of my personal

items.

“Finally,” I snapped. “Give me my phone. Now.”

Dorothy hurried forward, her eyes widening as she took in my condition. “Ms. Frost, I’m so sorry-”

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“Save it,” I cut her off, snatching the bag from her hands. “Just help me sit up properly.”

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As Dorothy adjusted my pillows, I dug through the bag for my phone. I needed to call Ethan.

He would arrange a private room, better doctors, specialists who could fix this.

My fingers trembled as I dialed his number. It rang several times before someone answered –

but it wasn’t Ethan.

“Maxwell Chen speaking,” came the formal voice of Ethan’s special assistant.

“Maxwell, where is Ethan? I need to speak with him immediately.”

There was a pause, too long to be anything but bad news.

“Ms. Frost,” Maxwell said carefully. “I regret to inform you that Alpha King Stone is currently in

the intensive care unit.”

The phone nearly slipped from my grasp. “What? What happened to him?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss the details over the phone,” Maxwell replied, his tone maddeningly professional. “But his condition is critical.”

“I’m coming to see him,” I declared, already trying to swing my legs over the side of the bed.

“Ms. Frost, I don’t think-”

I hung up, tossing the phone aside. “Dorothy, help me into a wheelchair. Now.”

Dorothy hesitated. “Ms. Frost, you’ve just regained consciousness. Perhaps you should rest-

“Now!” I roared, my wolf surging to the surface.

Reluctantly, Dorothy fetched a wheelchair from the corridor. As she helped me move, I realized the source of the unpleasant odor that had been offending my sensitive nose since waking.

I had soiled myself.

The humiliation burned through me like acid. “Get me cleaned up,” I hissed, mortification turning to rage. “And find me some decent clothes.”

Dorothy worked quickly, her face carefully blank as she helped clean and dress me. The indignity of needing assistance for such basic functions was almost unbearable.

When she finally settled me in the wheelchair, I gripped the armrests so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Take me to Ethan. Now.”

Dorothy pushed me through the corridors of the medical den, past curious stares and whispered comments. My wolf snarled at each pitying glance, each hastily averted gaze.

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We were stopped at the entrance to the intensive care unit by a stern–faced nurse. “Family

only.”

“I am family,” I lied smoothly. “I’m his mate.”

The nurse’s eyes narrowed. “His mate is Olivia Winters.”

“His true mate,” I insisted, letting my wolf rise to the surface. “Now let me through before I have you fired.”

The nurse hesitated, then stepped aside. “Ten minutes only.”

Inside, I found Maxwell Chen standing guard outside a private room. His eyes widened slightly

at the sight of me in a wheelchair, but he quickly composed his features.

“Ms. Frost,” he greeted me formally. “I’m afraid Alpha Stone is not receiving visitors.”

“What happened to him?” I demanded, wheeling myself closer. “Tell me everything.”

Maxwell’s expression remained carefully neutral. “He sustained a serious injury to his kidney. The wound was inflicted with a silver–edged weapon, which has complicated his natural

I forced myself to take a deep breath, to think strategically. “Of course,” I said, softening my tone. “Ethan knows best. I would never go against his wishes.”