Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

(Olivia's POV)

The next morning, I woke to the familiar scent of white moonflowers drifting through my cottage window. My wolf stirred uneasily, recognizing the Alpha's presence before I even looked outside.

There he was again. Ethan Stone stood at the entrance of Maple Grove Cottage Complex, holding a fresh bouquet of my favorite flowers.

His powerful Alpha presence was impossible to ignore, even from three stories up. The morning sunlight caught the amber flecks in his eyes as he gazed up at my window with desperate hope.

I deliberately turned away from the window. My wolf bristled at his persistent courtship, rejecting the mate bond that still connected us despite everything.

This had been going on for days now. Every morning, the same routine.

Ethan would arrive before dawn, positioning himself where I couldn't miss him when I left for work. His expensive suits were always perfectly pressed, his dark hair immaculately styled.

But there was something different about him now. Something vulnerable that hadn't been there before.

The flowers were always fresh white moonflowers, never wilted or carelessly chosen. He must have them specially delivered each morning from the Sacred Grove where they grew wild.

I grabbed my crystal design portfolio and headed for the back exit. I refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence.

My wolf whined softly, confused by my rejection of our mate. But I pushed down those instincts.

right to court me the

to find him still there. This time, he had spread Stone Pack business documents across a makeshift desk

territorial agreements. Maxwell Chen's car was parked nearby, the assistant waiting

I stepped out of my vehicle. Hope flared in their depths, quickly followed by disappointment when I walked past without a

softly. His voice carried the authority of an Alpha King, but also something

door but didn't turn around. My

it takes," he said. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I

But I forced

until nearly midnight. His broad shoulders were hunched over the documents, occasionally running

for a full week. Every morning, the white moonflowers. Every evening, the

I forgave him, but because his

seventh day, I made a decision. If Ethan wanted to talk, then we would talk. But it would be on

reopened our

the first time in months. The mental link crackled to

I sent through the bond, keeping my message brief and

(Ethan's POV)

message hit me

a crucial Stone