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

it you? Last time Connor failed, now you're

more focused. She turned to Connor, who had risen to his

saying I forced you?" Connor asked,

to meet his eyes. Instead, I buried my face deeper

lifeline.

please,” I begged. "Take me away from

feel Ethan's resolve weakening. His protective instincts

shifted his weight, preparing

me up and

sultry voice burst

"Connor- kiss me!"

played from somewhere in the room. I whipped my head around to see

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explosive. Both Ethan and I turned in shock toward

at the Crescent

like a tidal wave. Ethan must

Blackthorn!" I screamed, trying to

in a wheelchair after my

hand nowhere near

watch in horror as the recording continued to

my whispered endearments, the rustling of sheets. On the