Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

(Olivia's POV)

Victoria smiled sweetly as she reached into the bag again. She pulled out more of Ethan's clothes, deliberately placing his underwear on top of the pile.

"He was in such a rush this morning," she said with a theatrical sigh. "Poor Emma didn't want him to leave."

I stared at the clothes, my face carefully blank despite the knife twisting in my heart. Victoria tilted her head, exposing her neck where fresh marks were clearly visible against her pale skin.

"He can be quite... passionate, can't he?" She touched the marks delicately. "Though I'm sure you remember."

I thought of Lily, of her small face looking up at me as she asked why her daddy never came to see her. The memory hardened something inside me.

"Take these back to Ethan yourself," I said, my voice cold and steady. "My place isn't a garbage dump for unwanted items."

Victoria's smile faltered slightly. "Don't be difficult, Olivia. You're still his mate, technically. At least until the divorce."

"There won't be a divorce," I replied, pushing the clothes back toward her. "Because we were never properly married in the first place."

Her eyes widened with genuine surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"Ethan and I had a mating ceremony, not a legal wedding. The pack recognized our bond, but legally? We have no ties."

Victoria's perfectly manicured nails drummed against the table. "That can't be true. You're the Luna."

"I was never officially recognized as Luna. Check the pack records if you don't believe me."

Before Victoria could respond, a familiar scent filled the café - sandalwood and pine. My heart stuttered traitorously in my chest.

Ethan approached our table, his powerful presence commanding attention from everyone in the café. His amber eyes were fixed on me, radiating anger.

Victoria's demeanor changed instantly. Her shoulders hunched slightly, making her appear smaller and more vulnerable.

"Ethan," she said, her voice soft and trembling. "Please don't be angry. Olivia hasn't threatened me."

I nearly laughed at the absurdity. How many times had I watched this exact scenario play out? Victoria provoking me, then playing victim when Ethan appeared.

Frost, you should keep them yourself. After all, the best place for trash

hand shot out. His fingers wrapped around my wrist with

only I could hear. "Let go of me,"

tightened. "Not until you explain what you're doing here with

through gritted teeth. "Ask

Victoria, who dabbed

whispered. "I thought it was

his grip again. "Let.

Ethan began pulling me toward the exit. His fingers pressed into

against

protests, continuing to drag

threatening to damage the

was about to use my free hand to defend myself when Victoria suddenly gasped loudly. She

immediately shifted. He released my wrist and

fine," she whispered weakly, leaning into his touch.

crouched beside her, his face twisted with concern. "Should I call Dr.

wrist, where angry red marks

evidence of his priorities was

another word, I turned and walked

sunlight outside felt like a mockery of my dark

as I gripped the steering

Mall, desperate to focus on something other

Crystal Design

the upcoming Healer's Crystal Competition would

only hope now. I needed the prize

discouraged than the last. A proper resting place - one worthy of my daughter's

had no such funds at my

I reflected bitterly on my financial situation. Ethan had provided a monthly allowance of $100,000,

But when

was. "She's just a little sick," he'd say

I'd been forced

specialists, experimental

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