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.

belong to Mr. Stone, Miss Frost, you should keep them yourself. After all,

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

growled, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "Let go of me," I said, trying to

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

replied through gritted teeth. "Ask

who dabbed at imaginary tears with a

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

against his grip again. "Let. Go.

toward the exit. His

it!" I hissed, struggling against his hold. "You're

my protests, continuing to drag

to damage

to use my free hand to defend myself when Victoria suddenly gasped loudly. She clutched her chest and

He released my wrist and

into his touch. "Just... a

his face twisted with

at my wrist, where angry red marks were

priorities was etched into my

and

a mockery of my dark mood. I

hands shaking as I

Crescent Moon Mall, desperate

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Crystal Competition would be available

the prize money to buy a proper burial

the past week. Each one had left me more discouraged than the last. A proper resting place - one worthy

such funds

had provided a monthly allowance of $100,000, which had seemed

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

her condition was. "She's just a little

treatments, I'd been forced to lie.

experimental treatments,

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