30 Days to Freedom: Abandoned Luna is Secret Shadow King novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Theodore, Please Let Go

(God’s POV)

Theodore’s vehicle had been following Matthew’s car all along. Through the rain–streaked windows, he watched the two figures inside grow closer. His hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

The sight of Olivia in another male’s arms sent him into a jealous rage that bordered on madness. He pressed the accelerator and recklessly charged into the intersection, causing the collision.

Then he quickly got out of the car,” You hit my car and delayed my business,” Theodore said, his voice deceptively calm as he approached Matthew’s vehicle. “How does Alpha Kane plan to resolve this?”

His words were directed at Matthew, but his amber eyes swept over Olivia from head to toe. He was checking for any signs of her being touched by another male. His heart settled slightly when he saw none.

Olivia lowered her eyes, refusing to look at Theodore. Another glance and she would feel an uncontrollable wave of

nausea rising in her throat.

Matthew’s hand rested on her waist, and he effortlessly lifted her up. Olivia hugged his back in surprise, letting out a

gasp.

He smoothly carried her to the other side, switching their seats. His casual manner made her feel as light as a piece of

paper.

At that moment, Olivia couldn’t help but recall the solid muscle lines of his back beneath the soft cotton shirt from just

moments of contact, wondering about his abdominal muscles… She quickly turned her gaze out the window, her cheeks

warming despite the cold rain.

Matthew was very tolerant of Theodore’s previous provocations, without even experiencing any psychological

fluctuations.

However, when Theodore suddenly yanked open the car door, letting rain blow in and drench Olivia, he was very displeased, and his displeasure was clearly visible on his face.

The Alpha King’s eyes flashed dangerously gold. “You, handle this,” he instructed Beta Tristan in the passenger seat.

Tristan immediately stepped out into the downpour. He wanted to pull Theodora aside, and at this moment, the guard members were standing behind Theodore, holding umbrellas for themselves and Beta, yet allowing Theodore to be

drenched by the rain.

Theodore clung tightly to the car door. “Alpha Theodore, please let go,” Tristan said politely, but his hand was merciless as he gripped Theodore’s wrist.

Blood began to seep from Theodore’s freshly bandaged hands where Matthew had crushed them during their earlier confrontation. Seeing that Olivia wouldn’t even spare him a glance, his hands clenched into tight, painful fists.

He could only force himself to release them as his wolf Logan snarled in anguish. As Tristan shut the door, the car quickly merged back into traffic.

“Please let go, Alpha.” Tristan’s voice held a warning. “Luna isn’t feeling well. If you don’t close the door, do you want her to get drenched in the rain?”

Theodore clutched his painfully aching chest where their severed mate bond burned like silver poisoning. He collapsed in the rain, Captain Ryker and his Sentinels rushing to help him back to his vehicle.

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Beta Tristan discussed compensation with Captain Ryker. He added a stern warning that carried the full authority of the Alpha King.

“You should advise your Alpha not to do something irreversible,” Tristan said coldly. “The rogue Silvanus JR has already been dealt with. Our King doesn’t make idle threats.”

“If Alpha Redgrave continues to stalk our Queen, he will face the full wrath of the European territories.”

Captain Ryker sensed Tristan’s genuine advice despite the threat. He could only reply helplessly, “To find his mate, my Alpha has nearly died several times from the severed bond sickness.”

“You know, some of the psychological pain brought by broken mate bonds are even unbearable for Alpha, and he has been trying hard to restrain himself.”

Hearing this, Tristan was left with nothing more to say, understanding the desperate madness that drove rejected Alphas.

Inside the car, Matthew handed Olivia a soft towel. “Dry yourself, you’re wet from the rain.”

As she took it, he noticed she had dug her nails into her own palm, drawing blood. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice

gentle with concern.

“Nothing, it was just itchy,” she lied, quickly draping the towel over herself.

She knew she was experiencing post–traumatic stress response. She never expected that two years had passed, and she thought she had already healed.

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