Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

As Miles's car pulled away from the curb, I kept my gaze fixed straight ahead, refusing to look back at my mate and the woman he clearly preferred over me.

"I understand this arrangement came as a surprise," Miles said once we were on the main road, his eyes briefly meeting mine in the rearview mirror. "Matriarch Evelyn can be quite... determined when she sets her

mind to something."

I appreciated his directness. "Alpha Blackwood-Miles-I should be clear from the start. I'm not interested in pursuing a relationship right now."

Instead of being offended, he nodded understandingly. "I suspected as much. The Matriarch mentioned your situation is... complicated."

His tactful reference to my disastrous marriage made me relax slightly. At least he wasn't delusional about

our circumstances.

"However," he continued smoothly, "I think we should still have dinner together. It would please the Matriarch, and appearances matter in our world."

His logic was sound. Refusing the dinner now would only lead to more questions and potentially upset

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Matriarch Evelyn, who had been my strongest ally recently.

"That seems reasonable," I conceded. "One dinner to maintain appearances."

Miles smiled, revealing perfect teeth. "Excellent. I've made reservations at the Moonstone Dining Hall. I hope that's acceptable?"

The Moonstone Dining Hall was one of the most prestigious restaurants in Silvercrest territory, frequented by the pack's elite. The choice was strategic- visible enough to be noticed, but not so public that it would cause

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"That's fine," I replied, settling back into the luxurious leather seat.

At the restaurant, Miles behaved impeccably. He held doors open, pulled out my chair, and engaged in pleasant conversation about neutral topics. If I hadn't been so preoccupied with my complicated life, I might have found him charming

"Wine?" he offered, signaling the waiter.

"No, thank you," I declined. "I don't drink alcohol."

Not since Lily's death. The memory of my daughter made my chest tighten painfully.

"Of course," Miles nodded, ordering venison for both of us. "Perhaps some moonberry tea instead? It's their specialty."

"That would be nice," I agreed, grateful for his understanding.

The waiter returned promptly with Miles's wine and a steaming cup of fragrant tea for me. The rich, berry aroma was comforting, and I took a grateful sip.

As our meal progressed, I began feeling increasingly strange. My vision blurred slightly around the edges, and sounds seemed to come from farther away than they should. My limbs felt heavy, unresponsive.

With growing horror, I realized what was happening. The tea had been drugged.

I tried to focus on Miles's face across the table, but his features seemed to shift

and waver. The pleasant expression he'd maintained all evening was transforming before my eyes, revealing something predatory and calculating.

"Not feeling well, Olivia?" he asked, his voice no longer cultured but cold and mocking. "The tea should be taking full effect soon,"

He moved from his seat to the one beside me, sliding closer until his thigh pressed against mine. His hand reached for my arm, his fingers digging in painfully.

"Matriarch Evelyn isn't the only one who arranged our meeting, he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "There are others who would pay handsomely to have the Luna of Silvercrest Pack in a... compromising

position."

My mind raced despite the fog of sedatives. Who would want to harm me this way? Victoria? Ethan himself? Or was this part of some larger pack politics I didn't understand?

Miles's hand moved to my thigh, squeezing painfully. "Don't fight it, Olivia. Just let the sedative work. It will be easier for both of us."

Panic surged through me, temporarily cutting through the drug's effects. I wasn't going to become a victim

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again. Not after everything I'd survived.

With every ounce of strength I could muster, I grabbed the silver-plated steak knife from the table and slashed wildly at his reaching arm. The blade connected, drawing a line of red across his skin.

Miles howled in pain, the silver causing his werewolf healing to slow. The momentary distraction was all I

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I lurched to my feet, knocking over my chair in the process. The room spun alarmingly, but I forced myself to move toward the door, my legs threatening to buckle with each step.

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"Help" I called out, my voice rising in desperate panic that echoed through the dining hall. "Someone help