Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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.

up. When he collapsed on my bed, I'd slept on

Victoria had somehow convinced him I'd drugged him,

didn't matter. It

asked, suddenly too

one playing games, Olivia. Meeting Victoria,

"I'm not playing-"

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

eyes still locked with mine. The momentary distraction

up hard, connecting solidly with his groin. Ethan doubled over with

door handle, pushing it open and tumbling out into the parking garage. My heart

my hands shaking so badly I could barely start the engine. Tears blurred my vision as I reversed out of the parking spot, nearly hitting

contorted with rage and pain. Our eyes met briefly before I

against the concrete as I sped away. My breathing

all these years, the

mirror, half expecting to see his black SUV in pursuit. Nothing. Just empty road

washed over me, followed immediately by crushing sadness. How had we come to

at me with love. Now there was

tears with a trembling hand. I needed to focus on driving, not on the shattered

me. I pulled over,

expected it to be from

sent a quick reply, not wanting her to worry. How could I

several deep breaths, I composed myself. I couldn't fall apart now.

would win that competition for her. Nothing else

renewed determination, I pulled back onto the road. Ethan Stone would not break me

(Ethan's POV)

car speed away, the pain between my legs gradually subsiding. With deliberate calm, I walked to the Moonlight Café and took

pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with practiced ease. The smoke

drag, obscuring my expression

on the screen. "What?" I answered finally, my voice

ear. "Are you

the street where Olivia had disappeared. "I'm

she

replied, flicking

the other end. "Were you with her?"

voice suddenly tight.

to ask who

breath caught audibly. "You were, weren't you?

home to Rosewood Haven. She'd

coldly, needing space to think. My mind had been filled with conflicting thoughts about

"I'm sorry about the café,