Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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I froze in place as Olivia's blouse slipped from her shoulders, revealing the delicate lace of her bra against her pale skin. My wolf surged forward, a primal growl building in my chest at the

sight of my mate.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice husky with a mixture of surprise and something

darker.

Olivia's emerald eyes flashed with cold fury as she stared me down.

"What are you pretending for?" she spat. "You used such despicable means to force me to come to you by threatening my mother's treatment. If not for this, could it be just to have a platonic conversation with me?"

Her wolf bristled beneath the surface, her anger palpable in the air between us.

I swallowed hard, fighting to maintain my composure. The sight of her partially undressed was testing my control in ways I hadn't anticipated.

"Put your clothes back on," I ordered, my voice rougher than intended. "That's not why I brought you here."

Olivia laughed, a harsh sound devoid of humor. "Isn't it? You've made it clear what you want. Let's just get it over with so my mother can have her surgery."

Her words stung, but I couldn't deny the truth in them. I had used underhanded tactics to bring her here, to get her away from Lucas Blackwood.

The thought of the rival Alpha touching my mate made my wolf snarl with possessive rage.

She was mine. She had always been mine.

"We'll have.dinner first," I said firmly, turning away to give her privacy. "Then we'll talk."

"Do you think I have an appetite looking at you?" she retorted, her wolf's disgust evident in her

tone.

I turned back to face her, allowing my Alpha authority to surface. "I want you to eat. Do you

have a choice?"

My amber eyes flashed with power, reminding her of her powerlessness in this situation. It

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wasn't how I wanted things between us, but I was desperate to keep her here, away from

Lucas Blackwood.

Olivia's jaw tightened, but she snatched her blouse from the floor and roughly pulled it back on. Her fingers trembled slightly as she fastened the buttons, her wolf clearly agitated

beneath her skin.

she said coldly.

from mine at the long table. Her wolf remained alert, wary of my every move as I took my place beside

the air with

hesitation, Olivia picked it up and threw it in the trash. Undeterred, I prepared another piece and held it

face away, her emerald eyes

repeated, my voice carrying the subtle undertone of an Alpha

opened her mouth and swallowed the meat whole.

to choke, her face reddening as she

frantically, my wolf anxious

"Olivia! Are you alright?"

away violently and rushed to the bathroom. The sounds of

one like

warm towel and a glass of water.

to comfort its mate despite our

the water. "Does it have to be like this? Can't we just get

spit the water directly in my face,

contempt.

face with the towel. This wasn't going as I'd

to the table," I said, trying a different approach. "I've asked the

to eat something." Reluctantly, she followed me back to the dining room. This

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need for nourishment overriding her desire

the apartment, noting how her eyes lingered on certain details-the moonstone-infused bath products in the bathroom, the specific brand of moonberry tea she preferred, the books on the shelf that matched

for

she stood abruptly. "I'm

taking care of herself. "There are

bathroom."

of her absence, I paced the living room, my wolf restless beneath my skin. I wanted-needed-to reconnect with

seemed insurmountable.

bathroom wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping wet, she walked past me without a glance. I followed her to the bedroom, where she lay on the bed, eyes closed, feigning

still wet," I said, grabbing a

her stiffness as I began to dry her hair. The

the

toward her.

I worked, she leaned against me, perhaps too tired to maintain her rigid posture. For

flicker of the bond we once shared, a

animosity.

leaned in, almost nuzzling her neck in a traditional werewolf gesture of affection, but stopped when

them.

of unspoken emotions. I retreated, making an excuse about her wet hair needing

drying her hair, struck by the role reversal. Once, long ago,

bond through the intimate ritual, But I