Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 336

(Olivia's POV)

"Liv, it's true, I didn't lie to you. As soon as I learned there was another compatible donor, I immediately redirected Emma's treatment." Ethan's voice was soft, almost pleading as he stood before me in the sterile corridor of the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den.

Blood still seeped from the wounds I'd inflicted with the Silver-Edged Hunting Knife, staining his shirt. The silver would slow his healing, making the pain linger—good.

"I never truly intended to use James as a donor unless absolutely necessary," he continued, his amber eyes seeking mine. "Emma's situation was critical, and my wolf saw no other option at first."

I stared at him, my face expressionless while my wolf snarled beneath my skin.

"I've been searching for alternative donors since the beginning," Ethan explained, wincing slightly as he shifted his weight. "What I said to you and James in the medical den—those harsh words—they were just tactics to ensure his cooperation. I knew he would do anything to protect you."

His voice dropped lower, more intimate. "You have to understand, Liv. I was desperate, but I wasn't cruel without reason."

I let the silence stretch between us, watching him squirm under my cold gaze. My wolf's fury built with each heartbeat.

"So what, am I supposed to be grateful you didn't use James's kidney in the end?" I finally asked, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. "Thank you for your mercy, Alpha?"

Ethan flinched at my tone, his wolf visibly recoiling.

"Don't you dare try to justify what you did," I continued, each word precise and venomous. "The only reason things played out this way was sheer luck—a last-minute donor appeared. If no donor had been found, you would have sacrificed James without hesitation."

I stepped closer, my emerald eyes boring into his. "Once again, you abandoned Lily and James's feelings for Victoria and Emma, just like you abandoned Lily herself."

Ethan's face paled with each accusation, the physical pain from his wounds nothing compared to the anguish in his eyes.

"Don't try to escape the condemnation of your own wolf's conscience," I spat, "if you even have one."

His wolf whined audibly within him, a sound of pure misery that gave me a flash of bitter satisfaction.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Victoria in her Raven-Trimmed Wheelchair, eavesdropping on our conversation. Her expression shifted from shock to panic as she processed Ethan's words.

The realization that James hadn't been used as a donor clearly disturbed her. Her elaborate scheme to torment me had failed spectacularly.

For a moment, raw frustration flashed across her face before she quickly composed herself. A forced smile replaced her scowl as she wheeled herself closer to us.

"I'm just relieved everything worked out for the best," Victoria said sweetly, her wolf carefully controlling its scent to mask her disappointment. "Emma's health is all that matters, and I'm grateful we found a solution that didn't require James's sacrifice."

Her performance was flawless—the concerned mother, the caring friend. But I knew better.

"Are you disappointed it wasn't me, Victoria?"

James's cold voice cut through the tension like a blade. He stood in the doorway, his hazel eyes flashing with barely contained rage.

Before Victoria could respond, James kicked her wheelchair with werewolf strength, sending it skidding across the polished floor. His russet-brown wolf surged beneath his skin, its energy palpable in the narrow corridor.