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Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

Chapter 43
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The Alpha King is unavailable 43

Ethan Stone's back was lean and muscular, marred by ten crisscrossing lash marks from the whip. The angry red

welts stood out starkly against his tanned skin, salready beginning to bruise. Despite everything. | couldn't

help but feel a twinge of sympathy.

A knock on the door interrupted my examination of his wounds. | hesitated before answering it, suddenly aware

of how intimate this situation might appear to an outsider.

A servant stood at the door, holding a wooden box carved with intricate

moonstone inlays. "Mrs. Winters, this is Dr. Harold Bennett's special healing salve for Mr. Stone."

| recognized the familiar, expensive salve immediately. Dr. Bennett had been the Stone family's healer for

decades, and his special remedies were legendary among werewolves. The distinctive herbal scent wafted from

the box - earthy and medicinal.

"Thank you," | said, taking the box and closing the door.

As | opened it, the full aroma filled the air. It was the sscent | had...

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just standing there? Cand apply the salve," Ethan called, interrupting my thoughts.

| approached the sofa where he sat waiting, his broad shoulders tense with pain and impatience.

"Lie down," | instructed, keeping my voice clinical and detached. "It will be easier to reach all the wounds."

Ethan complied without argument, stretching out on his stomach across the sofa. The position made him look

oddly vulnerable - not at all like the powerful Alpha King who commanded the entire Silvercrest Pack.

| sat beside him on the edge of the sofa and began applying the salve, pressing down hard on his wounds

with deliberate force.

"Ouch!" Ethan winced, turning his head to glance at my serious face.

A slight smirk played on his lips as he lightly pinched my waist. "Be gentle."

I ignored him, continuing to apply the salve with unnecessary pressure. Each time

he flinched, a small, petty part offelt satisfied. After everything he'd putthrough, a little discomfort

seemed like minimal

retribution,

Ethan's brow twitched, but he remained silent, enduring the pain. When I finally finished, | rose to leave, eager to

put distance between us.

As | did, Ethan reached out and caught my waist, pullinginto his arms with surprising strength for someone

who'd just been whipped.

"Tormentingon purpose?" he asked, looking down atwith those amber eyes that once m

race.

my heart

"No," | replied, feigning innocence. | tried to pull his hand away and free myself, but he pulledback down.

"No?" he questioned, his tone playful.

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He swiftly maneuvered us so that he was aboveon the sofa, his weight pressingdown into the

cushions.

| cried out in pain as my back made contact with the sofa. The welts from the discipline rod Isabelle had used on

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Ethan paused, his playful expression immediately replaced with concern. He gently turnedonto my side,

lifting the back of my shirt to reveal the stark red welts crossing my pale skin.

His gaze turned icy, jaw clenching with barely controlled rage. Without a word, he picked up the salve and began

applying it to my injuries, his touch surprisingly gentle.

The cool balm soothed the burning pain, bringing immediate relief. | closed my eyes, momentarily allowing

myself to remember a twhen his touch was familiar, when his care forwas unquestioned.

"Ethan," | began, my voice tight with suppressed emotion. "Remember when Emma first met Lily and fell into the

reflection pool? Wasn't it similar to today?"

Ethan froze, his gentle touch turning to stone. "What are you trying to say?" he asked, his voice dangerously

low.

| pressed on, undeterred by his anger. This might be my only chance to make him see the truth.

"I'm saying, if there had been surveillance cameras by Victoria's pool that day, wouldn't the truth have been

revealed just like today?"

‘Olivia Winters!" Ethan roared, his grip tightening on my back.

| gasped in pain. The brief moment of shared warmth vanished like morning dew

in summer heat.