Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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Where had Ethan disappeared to? I had only turned away for a moment to discuss the seating arrangement with Eleanor, and he'd vanished.

I smoothed my designer dress, irritation flickering across my features. This was supposed to be my night- the celebration of my triumph over Olivia at the Howling Moon Grand Hotel. Yet Ethan had wandered off

again.

"Have you seen Alpha Stone?" I asked a passing servant, my voice sweet but commanding.

The young wolf lowered her eyes respectfully. "I believe he went toward the kitchen, Mrs. Frost"

The kitchen? Understanding dawned on me. That's where Eleanor had sent Olivia

A malicious smile curved my lips as I gestured for Isabelle to follow me. "Let's go find our Alpha, shall we?"

Isabelle matched my stride, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I can't believe that woman had the audacity

to touch Ethan like that in front of everyone."

"Desperation," I replied with a dismissive wave. "She knows she's losing him."

As we approached the kitchen, I slowed my steps, hearing the low rumble of Ethan's voice from within. Perfect. I wanted to catch them together-to see Olivia put in her place.

Inside the kitchen, Ethan's enhanced werewolf hearing picked up our approaching footsteps. His body tensed

against Olivia's as he recognized my scent.

Victoria's coming," he growled, his amber eyes flashing with warning.

Olivia's emerald gaze locked with his, defiance radiating from her slender frame. "Let her

Ethan released his grip on her arms, stepping back just enough to create distance between them. Olivia swayed slightly from the sudden loss of his support, her hand reaching for the counter to steady herself.

My heels clicked against the marble floor as I drew closer to the kitchen door. Just before I reached it, Olivia

made her move.

body against his. His jaw tightened, eyes darkening with anger and something else-something

he growled, the warning in

release him. Instead, her arms tightened

kitchen door

to my

the doorway, Isabelle gasping

hands moved to Olivia's shoulders, pushing her away with

frustration. His expression was thunderous as he turned to face

he said, his voice carefully controlled. "I

+ RD

& Taste of

work as if nothing had happened. But I wasn't fooled. I noticed how

to dangerous slits. That mark

"You shameless woman!" she exploded, storming past me toward Olivia. "How dare you try to

venison, her movements precise and controlled. "I

about, Isabelle."

Isabelle snarled, stepping closer. "Everyone knows he doesn't

You're just embarrassing yourself!"

shoved a heaping spoonful of salt directly into Isabelle's open mouth. Isabelle's eyes widened in

you needed

coughed, spitting salt onto the pristine kitchen floor. With a final hateful glare,

unfold with an unreadable expression. Then, without a word,

and walked out, brushing past me

daggers at Olivia's back. The tension between us crackled like electricity in the

perfect composure slipping.

respond, her focus seemingly absorbed by the meal preparation.

anger.

game you're playing-it won't work," I continued, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper.

left, my heels striking the floor like punctuation marks to

trembling fingers to her lips, wiping away the lingering

(Olivia's POV)

of venison, my movements deliberate and precise. The tender meat was perfectly seared, complemented by a reduction of moonlight wine and