Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

and motion. My body burned with the effects of the drug, making every

touch of fabric against my skin unbearable.

At the hospital, Ethan visibly relaxed. A doctor was already waiting for us at the entrance-clearly pre-arranged.

The doctor quickly assessed my condition, his expression grim as he recognized the symptoms. "Savage

Moon Elixir," he muttered, shaking his head in disgust.

as nothing He injected the prepared antidote into my arm with practiced efficiency. The needle's sting was compared to the fire raging through my veins.

The antidote didn't take effect immediately. Back in the private ward, I continued to struggle against the drug's influence for almost half an hour.

Though I was the one thrashing and fighting, I was also utterly exhausted. As the antidote finally began to take effect, my limbs grew heavy, and I fell into a deep sleep in Ethan's arms.

(Ethan's POV)

"How can she be so troublesome!" I growled, watching Olivia's face relax in

sleep

My eyes darkened like spilled ink as rage consumed me. I raised my hand and pinched her cheek hard, not bothering to control my strength.

A deep red mark bloomed on her fair skin. Olivia cried out in pain even in her sleep, the sound making me even more frustrated.

I released my grip, gritting my teeth as I stared down at her. "Next time, I'll see how I deal with you!"

The sight of her vulnerable in sleep did nothing to soften my anger. She had defied me publicly, chosen another Alpha over me - her mate.

I carried her to the bathroom, cleaning us both up with efficient movements.

Maxwell had sent fresh clothes from a nearby store, and I dressed Olivia in them before placing her on the hospital bed.

Exhausted from her ordeal, she curled up instinctively and fell into a deeper sleep.noveldrama

I tucked the blanket around her, my movements mechanical,

With one last look at her sleeping form, I left the ward. Maxwell was waiting outside, his posture straightening as I approached.

"Mr. Stone," he acknowledged respectfully

"Bring Miles Blackwood here," I commanded, my voice cold and hard.

My eyes burned with suppressed rage as I thought of the man who had dared to drug my wife. How dare he touch what was mine!

Maxwell nodded once, understanding the unspoken order beneath my words. Miles Blackwood would pay dearly for his actions tonight.

(Isabelle's POV)

At the hotel, Miles Blackwood couldn't wait to get me to the bed. Under the influence of the drugs, he pressed me down on the floor, his strength overwhelming.

He ripped my designer dress, the sound of tearing fabric mixing with my screams. Pampered since childhood, I was proud and arrogant - only Lucas Blackwood was worthy of me in my eyes.

I couldn't bear to be touched by Miles. "Let me go!" I struggled violently, slapping him across his face with all my strength.

Caught off guard by the blow, Miles was momentarily stunned. I seized the opportunity, my perfectly manicured nails scratching at his face in desperation.

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This time, Miles caught my wrist in a bruising grip. His eyes were bloodshot, all reason gone from them.

The more I struggled, the more frenzied he became. He slapped me repeatedly, his blows merciless and

brutal.

Blood filled my mouth as I lay dazed on the floor, my strength failing. I had never been hit before – had never imagined such pain could exist.

My vision blurred with tears and blood. How had this happened? I had arranged for Miles to drug Olivia, not

me!

Miles grabbed my legs, his fingers digging into my flesh. I kicked wildly, but my strength was no match for his drug-enhanced frenzy.

I was groggy and in pain, but I hadn't given up. My hands groped around blindly, searching for anything I

could use as a weapon.

Suddenly, my fingers touched something cold and hard. My swollen eyes snapped open, focusing on the object - an obsidian crystal ashtray.

At that moment, Miles grabbed my legs again, dragging me toward him with a growl. I tightened my grip on the ashtray, summoning my remaining strength.

As Miles lunged at me, I swung the ashtray with all my might, connecting with the side of his head. The Impact sent shockwaves up my arm.

Filled with hatred and fear, I had put all my strength into the blow. Despite the impact, the aroused Miles didn't fall immediately.

He stared at me, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with even greater excitement. The blow had only intensified his

frenzy.

Terrified beyond reason, I struck him again, this time aiming for his forehead. The ashtray connected with a sickening c****.

Miles seemed to freeze for a few seconds, his expression shifting from lust to confusion. Then he collapsed onto the bed, blood gushing from the wound on his forehead.

I screamed at the sight of the blood, dropping the ashtray as if it were burning my hand. Had I killed him? Was he dead?

Without a second glance at Miles, I scrambled away, my legs trembling so badly I could barely stand. I stumbled to the door, grabbing my torn clothes from the floor.

I threw them on haphazardly, wrapped my coat tightly around me to hide the

damage, and ran out of the room. The hallway was mercifully empty.

After escaping the hotel and ensuring no one had followed me, I took out my

phone with shaking hands and dialed Victoria's number.

As soon as the call connected, I burst into tears, unable to hold back my emotions any longer. "Vicky..."