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Chapter 11: Confrontation and Revelation

Chapter 11: Confrontation and Revelation

(Olivia's POV)

I froze at the sight before me. Ethan was leaning over to kiss Victoria inside his car, their silhouettes clearly visible through the windshield. His large hand cupped her face tenderly, a gesture he'd never shown me.

*Traitorous man and his mistress," James spat, his hazel eyes flashing with anger.

I felt a familiar ache in my chest but quickly suppressed it. This pain was an old friend by now.

"Let's go," I said quietly, adjusting the Rose-Quartz Helmet on my head.

James wasn't ready to leave. "I should go over there and-"

“No,” I placed a restraining hand on his arm. “It's not worth it."

Too late. Ethan had spotted us. His amber eyes narrowed as he recognized

James Knight sitting on his motorcycle with me behind him.

The possessive fury that crossed his face was unmistakable. His jaw clenched tight as he

stared directly at us.

James defiantly raised his visor and glared directly at Ethan. A silent challenge passed

between the two men.

"Hold on tight, Liv," James said, revving his Midnight Rider's engine loudly.

The powerful motorcycle roared to life beneath us. The sound echoed across the parking lot, drawing attention from passersby.

Before I could protest, James deliberately drove close to Ethan's car. The

motorcycle's wheels. nearly grazed the expensive paint job.

Ethan's face contorted with rage. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles

turned white.

We sped away, the wind whipping around us. James weaved through traffic with expert precision, putting distance between us and Ethan.

I clung to James's back, aware of what he was doing. Always my protector,

always trying to

defend my honor.

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But my heart remained unmoved by the display. I was beyond caring about Ethan's betrayals.

"Was that necessary?" I asked when we stopped at a traffic light.

James turned his head slightly. "Absolutely. That bastard deserves worse."

His voice was filled with righteous anger. James had always been protective of me, but his

hatred of Ethan had intensified since Lily's death.

light turned green, and we continued toward the Moonlight Market. James parked his motorcycle and helped me

expression softening. "I'll

together. James's tall figure

who

fresh venison, moonlight herbs, and other ingredients with

found perfectly ripe

we were kids?" he asked, examining a bunch

about having enough food?"

memories of our orphanage days flashing through my mind. "And now

gourmet chef."

handsome face. "Only for you, Liv.

you."

insisted on cooking while I rested. I sat at the

work with

of herbs and venison

prepared the meal, occasionally glancing at

check on something," he said quietly,

he headed toward Lily's room. James had loved my

memorial portrait, telling her about his day, keeping her memory

way

in Lily's room. I hesitated before approaching

through the

my doorstep. His

burning with fury.

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it was too late. He had sensed

deep voice commanded through

raced despite myself. Why couldn't he just

called back. "I have nothing to say

silence before he spoke again. "I saw

now."

wood. The

for most

wasn't most wolves. I'd built immunity to

I threatened, though we both knew they wouldn't

their Alpha.

as Ethan slammed his fist

break it down!"

fury in

unlocked the door, opening it just enough to glare at

blazing with fury. He pushed the door open with such force that

stumbled backward.

growled, stepping inside and

and winter air, mixed with Victoria's

my stomach

I replied coldly. "You lost the right

His amber eyes searched my face with an

mate," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous

hollow and pained. "Am I? You

Victoria earlier."

at the mention of Victoria. A muscle

His powerful body trapped

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to me," he growled, his face inches from mine. "Ho one else" Before I could respond, his lips crashed against mine in a forceful

distress, pushing against his chest with all my strength. But

painful memories. Memories of happier times, of