Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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I adjusted my designer dress as Isabelle and I entered the Shadowfall Club, James Knight's birthday celebration was in full swing, the exclusive venue filled with the elite of werewolf society,

"Do you think Ethan's here yet?" Isabelle asked, scanning the crowd,

I smiled confidently. "Of course. He wouldn't miss his best friend's birthday,"

We made our way to Moonlight Suite 888, where a security guard checked our names against the guest list before allowing us entry.

James greeted us warmly, accepting our gifts with his trademark charming smile. "Ladies, you look ravishing tonight."

"Happy birthday, Jay," I said, kissing his cheek. "Where's Ethan?"

James gestured vaguely. "Taking a call. Business never stops for our Alpha King."

I nodded, hiding my disappointment. I'd hoped to spend the evening by Ethan's

side, especially after our intimate phone conversation last night.

"Let's get drinks," Isabelle suggested, leading me toward the bar.

As we settled into plush seats with our moonlight wine, I spotted a familiar figure leaving a room across the corridor.

“Isabelle,” I hissed, nudging her. "Look who's here."

Isabelle's eyes narrowed as she recognized Olivia Winters. "What is she doing here? She wasn't invited."

as Olivia hurried toward the exit, her expression troubled. "Probably spying on Ethan for Lucas

face contorted with anger. "That b***h. After what she did to me last

I could stop her, Isabelle was on her feet, glass in hand, marching toward Olivia. I followed quickly, both concerned

Isabelle called out,

turned, her expression shifting from surprise to

do you want?" Olivia asked

curled into a sneer. "I want you to pay for what you

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her glass of wine directly at Olivia's face. Olivia reacted quickly, dodging

wine dripping from her hair. This was the perfect opportunity to further damage

in humiliation, her eyes blazed with fury. She grabbed Isabelle's arm and

Isabelle shrieked, struggling

followed them, torn between concern for Isabelle and excitement at the drama unfolding. This would certainly give everyone

(Olivia's POV)

Isabelle into James's private room, my patience completely shattered. First Ethan with his

and uncorked it. "You want to play with wine?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm.

she realized my

over her head, drenching her perfectly styled hair and designer dress with the cold liquid. She screamed, the sound high-pitched

over, his expression a mix of shock and amusement.

I warned, setting the empty bottle down.

I retorted, my voice carrying through the suddenly

in the