Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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Chapter 268

His amber gaze wasn't on me at all, but fixed on something-someone-at the doorway.

"Olivia, what are you trying to do by calling me here?" Ethan's voice was dangerously quiet. "Did you want me to see Connor Blackthorn assaulting Victoria?"

At the mention of Olivia's name, my cries faltered. I quickly looked up and locked eyes with Olivia Winters standing in the doorway, her emerald eyes watching me with cold calculation.

A jolt of dread shot through me. Why was she here? Had Connor told her something? Alarm bells rang in my mind as I realized I might be walking into a trap.

I pulled desperately at Ethan's hand, my voice rising with genuine panic now. "Ethan, take me away from here-please!"

But Ethan remained motionless, his attention still fixed on Olivia, suspicion evident in his rigid posture.

Desperation mounting, I clung to his waist, my voice trembling. "Ethan..."

Olivia observed me with detached interest, then let out a cold laugh. Her emerald eyes glinted dangerously in the dim light of the

room.

"Victoria Frost, what are you so afraid of?" she asked, her voice soft but cutting.

Her question hung in the air between us, a challenge I couldn't ignore. I needed to maintain my victim narrative at all costs.

"I'm afraid Connor will hurt me again!" I cried, injecting raw fear into my voice. I turned my attack toward Olivia, hoping to shift

Last time Connor failed, now you're having him

who had risen to his feet, his

you?" Connor asked, his

I refused to meet his eyes. Instead, I buried my face deeper into Ethan's chest, clinging to him like

lifeline.

I begged. "Take

feel Ethan's resolve weakening. His protective instincts

He shifted his weight,

and

sultry voice burst from behind

"Connor- kiss me!"

as day, played from somewhere in the room. I whipped my head around to see Connor holding up his phone, a recording playing at full

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in shock toward the sound. I immediately

the Crescent

within me like a tidal wave. Ethan must not hear

Blackthorn!" I screamed, trying to

forgot I was supposed to be in a wheelchair after my "injury." I collapsed pathetically to

hand nowhere near the

watch in horror as the recording

were unmistakable-my moans, my whispered endearments, the rustling of sheets.