Chapter 7

(Olivia's POV)

The moment his lips crashed against mine, I knew exactly who had grabbed me. Ethan Stone. My mate. My tormentor.

My initial fear dissolved into icy determination. I shoved against his chest with all my strength.

"Ethan Stone, let me go... You have no right!" I hissed, struggling against his powerful grip.

His amber eyes flashed dangerously in the dim light of the SUV. The dominant Alpha aura poured from him in waves, suffocating the small space between us.

"No right?" he growled, his face inches from mine. "You're still my mate, Olivia. Or have you forgotten?"

I twisted away from him, pressing myself against the door. "We're done, Ethan. I made that clear."

His laugh was cruel, devoid of humor. "Is that why you're meeting Victoria? To discuss our relationship status?"

"She invited me," I spat. "To flaunt your clothes and the marks you left on her neck."

Ethan's jaw tightened. His hand shot out, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at him.

"You have some nerve," he said, voice dangerously soft. "After what you did five years ago."

The accusation hit like a physical blow. "I didn't drug you! How many times do I have to say it?"

His eyes narrowed, disbelief etched across his handsome features. "Then explain how I ended up in your bed that night."

"I've explained it a thousand times," I said, exhaustion creeping into my voice. "You were already drugged when I found you."

Ethan's grip tightened painfully on my jaw. "And yet you took advantage."

I jerked my face away from his hand. "Victoria knows we're over. Why can't you accept it too? Or does my pain mean so little to you?"

Something flickered in his eyes - uncertainty, perhaps. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"You're playing the same game you played five years ago," he said coldly. "Acting innocent, pretending to be the victim."

My breath hitched, a familiar pain stabbing at my heart. The memory of that night rose unbidden - Ethan stumbling into my apartment, his eyes unfocused, his movements uncoordinated.

"I didn't drug you," I whispered, the words feeling hollow after years of repetition.

I remembered finding him outside my door, barely conscious. I could have left him there should have, perhaps.

But I couldn't. My heart wouldn't let me.

him up.

morning brought accusations instead of gratitude. Victoria had somehow convinced him I'd drugged him,

truth didn't matter. It

Ethan?" I asked, suddenly too tired to fight. "Why are you

"You're the one playing games,

"I'm not playing-"

phone rang, cutting me off. Victoria's name flashed on

still locked with mine. The momentary distraction was all I

connecting solidly with his groin. Ethan doubled over

into the parking garage. My heart hammered

badly I could barely start the engine.

emerging from his SUV, his face contorted with rage and pain. Our eyes met briefly before I accelerated toward

screeched against the concrete as I sped away. My breathing came in short, painful

all these years, the same accusation

rearview mirror, half expecting to see his black SUV in

crushing sadness. How had we come

Ethan had looked at me with love. Now

hand. I needed to focus on driving,

I pulled

half expected it to be from Ethan, but it was Elder Willow

reply, not wanting her to

myself. I couldn't

my daughter steadied me. I would win that competition for

pulled back onto the road. Ethan

(Ethan's POV)

pain between my legs gradually subsiding. With deliberate calm, I walked to the Moonlight Café and took a seat by

it with practiced ease. The smoke

I took a long drag, obscuring my expression

continued to ring. Victoria's name flashed persistently on the

filled my ear. "Are you

drag, watching the street where Olivia had

don't sound fine," she pressed. "Where

flicking ash into

the other end. "Were

voice suddenly tight.

to ask who she

"You were,

to Rosewood Haven. She'd been clingy, demanding,

space to think. My mind

concealed jealousy. "I'm sorry about the café, Ethan. I didn't mean to

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