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.

"Since they belong to Mr. Stone, Miss Frost, you should keep them yourself. After all, the best place

out. His fingers wrapped around my wrist with

need to talk," he growled, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "Let

tightened. "Not until you explain

me," I replied through gritted teeth.

dabbed at

whispered.

grip again. "Let. Go. Of.

pulling me toward the exit. His fingers pressed into

I hissed, struggling against his hold.

drag me across the

increased, threatening to damage

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

He released

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

his face twisted with concern. "Should I

my wrist, where angry red

of his priorities

another word, I turned and walked out of

mockery of my dark mood. I climbed into

my hands shaking as I gripped

drove to Crescent Moon Mall, desperate to focus on something other

just left. The Crystal Design Sketchbook & Moonwood Pencils I

Healer's Crystal Competition would be

hope now. I needed the prize money to buy

the past week. Each one had left me more discouraged than the last. A proper resting place - one worthy of my daughter's spirit

such funds at my

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

save some of it. But when

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

her treatments, I'd been forced to lie. I

specialists, experimental treatments, and