Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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.

Mr. Stone, Miss Frost, you should keep them yourself. After all, the best place for trash is with those who collect

go, but Ethan's hand shot out. His fingers wrapped around my wrist with unmistakable

only I

you explain what you're doing here with

I replied through gritted

eyes flickered to Victoria, who dabbed at imaginary tears with

to return your things," she whispered. "I thought it was

pulled against his grip again. "Let. Go. Of.

of releasing me, Ethan began pulling me toward the exit. His fingers pressed into my flesh with bruising

hissed, struggling against his hold. "You're

ignored my protests, continuing to drag

to

defend myself when Victoria suddenly gasped loudly. She clutched her chest and collapsed into a nearby chair, her face contorting

He released my wrist and rushed to her

weakly, leaning into his touch. "Just... a little

his face twisted with concern. "Should

at my wrist, where angry

evidence of his priorities

turned and walked

bright sunlight outside felt like a mockery of my dark mood. I

hands shaking as I gripped the

Mall, desperate to focus on

I'd just left. The Crystal Design Sketchbook & Moonwood

the upcoming Healer's Crystal Competition

prize

left me more discouraged than the last. A proper resting place - one

such funds

situation. Ethan had provided a monthly allowance of $100,000, which

But when Lily

how serious her condition was. "She's just a little sick," he'd

I'd been

experimental treatments, and