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.

him up. When he collapsed on my

morning brought accusations instead of gratitude. Victoria had somehow

matter.

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

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

"I'm not playing-"

cutting me off. Victoria's name flashed on

with mine. The

with his groin. Ethan doubled

tumbling out into the parking garage. My heart hammered against my ribs as I ran to my car, fumbling with the

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

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

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

he believe me? After all these years, the same accusation still haunted

half expecting to see his black SUV in pursuit.

by crushing sadness. How had

looked at me with love. Now

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

I pulled over, unable to

it to be from Ethan, but it was Elder

to

breaths, I composed myself. I couldn't fall

thought of my daughter steadied me. I would

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

(Ethan's POV)

subsiding. With deliberate calm, I walked to the Moonlight Café and took

it with practiced ease. The smoke curled

drag, obscuring my expression

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

Victoria's concerned voice filled my ear. "Are you alright? You sound

another drag, watching the street where Olivia

fine," she pressed. "Where

replied, flicking

pause on the other end. "Were you with her?" Victoria asked,

voice suddenly tight.

didn't need to ask who she meant.

audibly. "You were, weren't you?

to Rosewood Haven.

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

voice trembled with barely concealed jealousy. "I'm sorry