Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 102

I adjusted my designer dress as Isabelle and I entered the Shadowfall Club, James Knight’s birthday celebration was in full swing, the exclusive venue filled with the elite of werewolf society,

“Do you think Ethan’s here yet?” Isabelle asked, scanning the crowd,

I smiled confidently. “Of course. He wouldn’t miss his best friend’s birthday,”

We made our way to Moonlight Suite 888, where a security guard checked our names against the guest list before allowing us entry.

James greeted us warmly, accepting our gifts with his trademark charming smile. “Ladies, you look ravishing tonight.”

“Happy birthday, Jay,” I said, kissing his cheek. “Where’s Ethan?”

James gestured vaguely. “Taking a call. Business never stops for our Alpha King.”

I nodded, hiding my disappointment. I’d hoped to spend the evening by Ethan’s side, especially after our intimate phone conversation last night.

“Let’s get drinks,” Isabelle suggested, leading me toward the bar.

As we settled into plush seats with our moonlight wine, I spotted a familiar figure leaving a room across the corridor.

“Isabelle,” I hissed, nudging her. “Look who’s here.”

Isabelle’s eyes narrowed as she recognized Olivia Winters. “What is she doing here? She wasn’t invited.”

I watched as Olivia hurried toward the exit, her expression troubled. “Probably spying on Ethan for Lucas Blackwood.”

Isabelle’s face contorted with anger. “That b***h. After what she did to me last night…”

Before I could stop her, Isabelle was on her feet, glass in hand, marching toward Olivia. I followed quickly, both concerned and curious about what would unfold.

“Olivia Winters!” Isabelle called out, her voice sharp with hatred.

Olivia turned, her expression shifting from surprise to wariness as she recognized Isabelle.

“What do you want?” Olivia asked coldly.

Isabelle’s lips curled into a sneer. “I want you to pay for what you did to me.”

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Without warning, Isabelle threw her glass of wine directly at Olivia’s face. Olivia reacted quickly, dodging sideways, but some of the red liquid still splashed onto her white blouse and hair.

I suppressed a smile of satisfaction as Olivia stood there, wine dripping from her hair. This was the perfect opportunity to further damage her reputation in front of the club’s elite clientele.

What I didn’t expect was Olivia’s reaction. Instead of retreating in humiliation, her eyes blazed with fury. She grabbed Isabelle’s arm and dragged her toward James’s private room.

“What are you doing?” Isabelle shrieked, struggling against Olivia’s grip. “Let go of me!”

Isabelle’s eyes widened in horror as she realized my intention. “Don’t you dare-”