30 Days to Freedom: Abandoned Luna is Secret Shadow King novel Chapter 237

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Matthew pushed Theodore aside and carried Olivia out of the sea of fire. Emergency response teams swarmed the area, the cacophony of fire trucks, ambulances, and sirens filling the air.

Matthew placed Olivia in a safe spot and quickly checked her for injuries. His golden eyes darkened with fury when he found a red mark on her arm.

But Olivia was alight with exhilaration, her eyes sparkling. “I defeated Zero!” she announced, her triumphant smile slowly freezing as she met his gaze.

He wasn’t proud or happy for her. His eyes were cold and fierce.

Intimidated, she lowered her gaze and grabbed his hand. “I’m sorry, I left the Sovereign’s Club without permission,” she explained, rushing to justify her actions.

“He called me, he invited me. He knows I’m ‘Cipher‘! If I didn’t accept, he would have kept troubling me. I found his location. I went because I knew I could get out safely.”

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She pulled his hand to her lower back, looking up at him earnestly. “See? I’m completely unharmed. If Theodore hadn’t suddenly shown up and grabbed me, I would have been out already, and you wouldn’t have had to risk coming in.”

Sensing his grip on her waist, Olivia buried her face in his chest, nuzzling him. “Hold me, okay?”

She felt a profound sense of relief. With Zero defeated, Matthew’s inauguration as Alpha King would proceed without a hitch.

Matthew’s aura was heavy as he pulled her into a tight embrace, his heart weighed down with worry. “Don’t let there be a next time,” he warned, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Olivia nodded obediently, her soft hands wrapped around his waist.

As Theodore was helped out of the mall by paramedics, his gaze landed on Olivia and Matthew embracing amidst the chaotic crowd. A post–disaster reunion, yet her eyes were only for Matthew.

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Pain radiated from his heart, settling physically in his wounded shoulder. Just then, two bodies were carried out on stretchers–one barely alive, the other dead.

Olivia pulled Matthew over, eager to show him her trophy. “Let’s see who Zero really is, she said, pulling the mask off the deceased man.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Loric Steele?”

It felt wrong. She had a nagging feeling it wasn’t him, though she’d never personally faced

him

At that moment, Beta Tristan approached. “Alpha King, everyone else was under surveillance. Only Loric Steele suddenly broke from our watch,” he reported, presenting a micro–laptop.

“We found this at his residence.”

Olivia took the device, and upon accessing it, found the programming code for Zero’s system.

is it really him?‘ she murmured.

If not him, who could it be? Zero was undoubtedly caught in the blast and flames; it was

impossible to have escaped in just a few minutes.

Nearby, a severely burned Cynthia Mooncrest clutched Matthew’s hand with all her might. “Matthew, can I have a word with you?” she pleaded.

Olivia released Matthew’s hand, and he leaned over Cynthia’s stretcher. In a voice only he

could heat she whispered, ‘Let me go. I can give Olivia a heart. I can save her. She’s a

Mooncrest bloodline, she won’t live long.”

A shadow fell over Matthew’s eyes. He motioned for the paramedics to take Cynthia away

before turning back to Olivia.

Just then, Theodore intercepted Olivia. “My pack tracker… saw Zero’s big operation, and I followed Cynthia to the mall,” he explained urgently, grabbing her wrist.

“Olivia, I don’t know why Zero isn’t Cynthia, but Cynthia is a very dangerous person. You must

stay away from her.”

Olivia’s gaze fell on Theodore’s bleeding shoulder, and flashes of him repeatedly risking his life for her surfaced. She crouched to meet his gaze, studying his handsome but haggard

face

The memories of his affair with Clara Thorne felt disjointed, a stark contrast to the man before her. “What did you do to me?” she demanded, her nails digging into his arm.

got into your vehicle, I drank the moonlight wine you gave me, just one sip, and I fell into darkness. What did you do to me! Now I…”

Why didn’t she hate him anymore? Why were only the good memories left?

She knew he had betrayed her for five years. That was the truth! But her memories felt fragmented.

Theodore looked at her, stunned, a flicker of intense emotion in his amber eyes. “My Luna,

what about me now?”

Matthew walked over. Olivia snatched her hand away from Theodore.

“I was thanking Alpha Redgrave for taking a bullet for me,” she said coldly. “But it would have only grazed my head. I hope Alpha Redgrave won’t do such a superfluous thing again.”

Theodore clutched his shoulder, watching her walk away with Matthew without a backward glance. A sliver of hope that she might return to him tempered his pain.

Back at the Sovereign’s Club, Dr. Aris Lowell waited in the living room. Matthew had to leave to manage the aftermath, but he paused at the doorway.

Olivia stood on the steps, meeting his gaze. “Have a healer look at your injuries later.”

“Okay.”

She took his hand, feeling the warmth of his dry palm. She studied his indifferent eyes, so

distant when he looked at people.

“You went to my mating ceremony, didn’t you? You left a bouquet of red and purple tulips.”

Matthew remained silent, the memory vivid: seeing her so happy, hearing her say, “I accept

your mark.”

“But I didn’t invite you,” she pressed, her hands sliding from his to wrap around his neck. His

Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Why was the Alpha King at my mating ceremony back then?”

Cynthia’s words echoed in her mind–that Matthew had broken off their betrothal for her

thirteen years ago. It made no sense.

She had only met him three times back then. Their two years at the Shadow Syndicate were

also marked by distance; she was closer to Killian Vance.

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He was always busy, surrounded by people. He had even accepted her resignation without

question.

Olivia threw herself into Matthew’s arms, and he held her securely. “My King? Tell me, why?”

Matthew looked down at her, the urge to confess everything, to tell her and perhaps keep her from ever leaving him again, stirring within him.

“Alpha King?” a subordinate’s voice urged from behind, “We have to go.”

Olivia clung to him, her beautiful eyes smiling. “Tell me, then you can go,” she coaxed, her

voice dropping to a whisper, her face flushing.

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