Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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I watched Ethan's expression soften as I reminded him of my past trauma. The

nightmares had been a recurring theme in our relationship, a tool I used whenever

I needed his presence.

"Alright," he conceded, pulling a chair beside my bed. "I'll stay until you fall

asleep."

It wasn't exactly what I wanted-I'd hoped he would join me in bed-but it was better than nothing. I accepted the compromise with a grateful smile.

"Thank you," I whispered, reaching for his hand again.

Martha arrived with the moonflower calming tea, setting the steaming cup on my nightstand. "Will there be anything else, Alpha Stone?"

Ethan shook his head. "That will be all, Martha. Thank you."

I sipped the tea obediently, feeling its soothing warmth spread through me. The moonflower herb was known for its calming properties, particularly effective for werewolves experiencing anxiety.

As drowsiness began to overtake me, I held Ethan's hand tighter, gazing up at him with a carefully crafted mixture of love and vulnerability in my eyes.

"Don't go," I whispered, my voice already slurring slightly from the tea's effects. Ethan's amber eyes softened. "I won't," he promised.

drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that I had won this round. Olivia was forgotten, while I had Ethan exactly where I wanted him-by my side, protecting me, just as he had promised

(Olivia's POV)

the dirt road. Ethan's taillights had long since disappeared, leaving me stranded in unfamiliar

breath, trying to calm

The moon provided some light, illuminating two paths at a

One continued in the direction Ethan had driven,

might lead to a main road or settlement. Each step sent pain shooting up my

occasional rustle of nocturnal creatures. I wrapped my

rumble of an engine. Hope surged through me-perhaps it was a passing car that could give me a ride back to civilization. As the sound grew louder, I realized it wasn't a car but a motorcycle. The single

relief, I felt a surge of fear. I ducked off the road,

70

in the quiet night.

and ran into the forest, ignoring the pain in my ande, Behind me, the motorcycle engine revved

me.

harder, my heart pounding in my chest. The uneven ground

veered off the road, cutting through the trees to intercept me. The rider was se navigating the rough

cut me off, skidding to a stop directly in my path, I stumbled backward as he dismounted, his face hidden beneath

amused. "What's a pretty little thing like

to get back to town. My car

his helmet, revealing a rough-looking man with a

car around here, sweetheart. Try

said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I