Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342

“Mom, no,” I protested immediately. “You’re still recovering. You shouldn’t-”

“Mother knows her limits,” she interrupted firmly, her eyes never leaving Ethan’s face. “Some things are worth standing for.”

Reluctantly, James and I helped her to her feet. She swayed slightly but steadied herself with our support. For a moment, she simply stared at Ethan, her eyes searching his face as if memorizing every feature.

Then, without warning, she slapped him.

The sound cracked through the night air like a gunshot. Ethan’s head snapped to the side, more from surprise than force. When he turned back, his cheek bore the red imprint of her hand.

“Ethan Stone,” my mother said, tears gathering in her eyes, “if I had known that saving you would bring so much pain to Liv, I

never would have done it.”

Ethan stood frozen, his wolf momentarily submitting to the older she–wolf’s fury. Confusion clouded his amber eyes as he processed her words.

Victoria’s reaction was immediate and panicked. She forced her wheelchair between Ethan and my mother, her face contorted

with desperation.

“What are you talking about?” she demanded, her voice shrill. “You didn’t save Ethan. My mother did!”

She fumbled with the Jade Identity Pendant around her neck, holding it up like a shield.

“Ethan, you gave me this jade pendant yourself,” she insisted, her fingers trembling. “You told me to wait for you. I am Little

Orange.”

Her eyes darted wildly between Ethan and my mother. “She’s lying to help Olivia! Don’t let her deceive you!”

James laughed openly, the sound sharp with mockery. “If what you claim is true, why are you so afraid?”

His hazel eyes flashed with amusement as his wolf recognized the scent of her deception. Victoria’s face paled further, her

desperation growing visible with each passing second.

Suddenly, Victoria’s eyes rolled back, and she began to slump in her wheelchair–a perfectly timed faint. But before Ethan could

react, Dr. Bennett was there, steadying her with clinical efficiency.

“She’s fine,” he assured Ethan, his tone dry. “Just a bit overwhelmed.”

He wheeled Victoria slightly aside, positioning himself between her and the others. His professional demeanor barely masked his

distaste for her theatrics.

My mother turned back to Ethan, her expression softening slightly. She didn’t argue with Victoria over the identity of Little

Orange. Instead, she began to speak quietly, her voice carrying memories only the real Orange Mama would know.

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“You were ten when the hunters attacked,” she began. “They killed your mother and left you for dead. When the pack found you

six months later, you were blind and traumatized.”

Ethan’s face remained impassive, but I could see his wolf stirring beneath his skin, recognizing truths long buried.