Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

Chapter 7

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.

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

brought accusations instead of gratitude. Victoria had

didn't matter. It

suddenly too tired to

the one playing games, Olivia. Meeting Victoria, challenging my

"I'm not playing-"

off. Victoria's name

eyes still locked with mine. The momentary

with his groin. Ethan doubled

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

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

contorted with rage and pain. Our eyes met briefly

I sped

believe me? After all these years, the

rearview mirror, half expecting to see his black

crushing sadness. How had

looked at me with love. Now there

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

before me. I pulled over, unable

I half expected it to be from Ethan, but it was Elder Willow checking if I'd made

quick reply, not wanting her to worry. How

composed myself. I couldn't fall

I would win

pulled back onto the road.

(Ethan's POV)

the pain between my legs gradually subsiding. With deliberate

out a cigarette, lighting it with practiced ease.

long drag, obscuring

flashed persistently on

ear. "Are you alright? You sound

another drag, watching the street where Olivia had

she

I replied, flicking

end. "Were you with her?" Victoria

voice suddenly tight.

didn't need to ask who she meant. "Why

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

ago, I'd sent Victoria home to Rosewood Haven. She'd been clingy, demanding, insisting I

My mind had been

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

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