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 is with those who

turned to go, but Ethan's hand shot out. His fingers wrapped around my

talk," he growled, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "Let go of me," I

tightened. "Not until you explain what

through gritted

Victoria, who dabbed at imaginary tears with

just wanted to return your things," she whispered. "I thought

his grip again. "Let. Go.

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

against his hold. "You're hurting

my protests, continuing to drag

threatening to

free hand to defend myself when Victoria suddenly gasped loudly.

He released my wrist

she whispered weakly, leaning into his

his face twisted with concern. "Should I call Dr.

my wrist, where angry red marks were already blooming.

priorities

word, I turned and walked out of the

mockery of

shaking as

Crescent Moon Mall, desperate to

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upcoming Healer's Crystal Competition would

my only hope now. I needed the prize money to buy a proper burial ground

than the last. A proper

no such

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

of it. But when Lily fell ill, those savings vanished

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

for her treatments, I'd been forced to

specialists, experimental treatments,

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