The Alpha King is unavailable 285
Chapter 285
(Olivia's POV)
| couldn't stop trembling. Even with Ethan gone, my wolf remained agitated beneath my skin, pacing and
whimpering with
distress. The confrontation had leftraw, exposed in a way | hadn't felt since Lily's funeral.
James gently covered my hand with his, the warmth of his touch steadying me. His familiar scent-earthy with
hints of pine and leather-helped calm my frayed nerves. It remindedof our childhood, of hiding together in
the abandoned shed behind the orphanage when the caretakers were in particularly cruel moods.
"Drink," he urged, pressing the glass of water into my hands.
| took a small sip, then another, feeling my composure gradually return. My emerald eyes cleared as my wolf
settled, no longer thrashing beneath my skin.
“James,” | said softly, my voice carrying a vulnerability | rarely allowed myself to show. "Would you watch Lily's
videos with me?"
James nodded without hesitation, his hazel eyes warm with understanding. He moved to set up The Memory
Projector in my living room, handling the device with familiar ease. He'd been here for many such nights, holding
"Which one?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.
"All of them," | whispered, curling into the corner of my couch.
Soon, images of Lily filled the screen-my beautiful daughter, from newborn pup to toddler. Her emerald eyes, so
like mine, sparkled with innocence and joy. The videos captured precious moments: her first steps, her first shift
into her silver- white wolf form, her delighted giggles as she played in the moonlight.
"Look at her," | murmured, a bittersweet smile touching my lips as Lily's fourth birthday appeared on screen.
"Remember how she insisted on having a wolf- shaped cake?"
James chuckled softly. "And then cried because she didn't want to cut it."
e from within.
"So you ate the whole tail portion yourself to make her feel better," | recalled, the memory warming
Initially after Lily's death, I couldn't bear to watch these videos. The pain was too raw, too consuming. But now
they provided a different kind of solace-a reminder that Lily had existed, had been loved, had lived.
My wolf, usually restless with grief and rage, seemed to calm as | watched, mesmerized by the memories of my
daughter. Her laughter echoed through the cottage, a ghost of happiness that both wounded and healed.
"She was so much like you," James observed quietly "That sstubborn tilt to her chin when she made up her
mind about something"
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I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. Eventually, exhaustion overcme, and | drifted off to
sleep on the
couch, Lily's smile the last thing | saw before darkness claimed me.
(Third person's POV)
James watched Olivia's breathing even out, her features softening in sleep. The fierce Luna who stood against an
Alpha King was,
in these unguarded moments, simply a grieving mother. His wolf rose protectively beneath his skin, urging him
to stay, to guard
Deeply concerned about her fragile emotional state, James decided to remain for the night. He made a makeshift
bed on the floor
with the Midnight Comfort Blanket he kept in his vehicle, positioning himself between the door and Olivia-a
sentinel against any threats, physical or emotional.
His phone buzzed repeatedly with messages from Ethan Stone, each more insistent than the last.
"How is she?" read the first.
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"Is she still upset?" cminutes later.
"Has
she calmed down?" followed shortly after.
James replied curtly to the barrage: "She's asleep.”
Another message appeared immediately: "Thank you for staying with her."
James's jaw tightened as he typed his response: "Don't thankfor doing what you should have been doing all
along. You lost
that right when you chose Victoria over your own daughter and mate."
He set his phone to silent, unwilling to engage further with the Alpha who had
caused Olivia so much pain. His hazel eyes drifted
back to her sleeping form, his wolf settling into protective vigilance.
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