Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 333

(Olivia's POV)

My heart hammered against my ribs as I burst through the door of Dr. Harrison Fletcher's private study without knocking. My wolf paced anxiously beneath my skin, her emerald eyes reflecting my panic.

"Dr. Fletcher, what's wrong with my mother?" I demanded, scanning his face for any hint of bad news.

The healer's expression softened as he gestured to the chair across from his desk. I noticed he seemed more amiable than usual - ever since Ethan had shown concern for me, the pack's attitude had shifted.

"Please, Luna Winters, have a seat," he said, his tone deliberately calm.

Dr. Fletcher personally poured me a cup of Moonflower Calming Tea, the herbal scent wafting between us. My fingers trembled slightly as I accepted it.

"This will help settle your nerves," he offered, watching me carefully.

I couldn't bring myself to drink it, though I forced a polite "Thank you" as I perched on the edge of the seat. My wolf whined with worry inside me, sensing something wasn't right.

"Please, just tell me what's happening with my mother," I pressed, my knuckles white as I gripped the armrests.

Dr. Fletcher took a deliberate sip from his own cup before setting it down with practiced precision. The careful movement only increased my anxiety.

"Your mother's condition has been showing some... interesting developments," he began, not meeting my eyes directly.

He launched into a lengthy explanation about blood tests and monitoring protocols. My enhanced werewolf hearing picked up his slightly elevated heartbeat as he spoke in circles without addressing any specific concern.

"The cellular response to the treatment has been within expected parameters," he continued, shuffling papers that didn't need shuffling, "though we're monitoring certain markers that could potentially indicate..."

Five minutes passed. Then ten. Dr. Fletcher talked endlessly about medical procedures and theoretical concerns. Not once did he mention any actual change in my mother's condition.

My initial anxiety began to transform into suspicion. My wolf growled softly inside me, sensing deception.

"Dr. Fletcher," I interrupted, cutting through his monologue about white blood cell counts. "Stop beating around the bush—is there actually a problem with my mother's health or not?"

The healer faltered, his rhythm broken. He adjusted his glasses nervously, avoiding my direct gaze.

"Well, I wouldn't say there's an immediate concern, but—"

"Then why call me here with such urgency?" I demanded, leaning forward. My wolf's impatience bled into my voice.

Dr. Fletcher's scent changed subtly—guilt. I'd caught him in a lie. My wolf snarled beneath my skin, recognizing the betrayal.

The cold realization washed over me like moonlight on a winter night. This was a deliberate delay.

"Is it Ethan?" I asked, standing up abruptly. My emerald eyes locked onto Dr. Fletcher's guilty expression as my wolf surged forward.

The healer's silence was confirmation enough. His eyes darted to the door as if calculating an escape route.

"He asked you to keep me busy, didn't he?" I pressed, fury building inside me.

Dr. Fletcher swallowed hard. "Alpha Stone only wanted—"