Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 104

“You deserved what Miles was going to do to you!” Isabelle shouted, her voice shrill with hatred. “You’ve been nothing but trouble since you came into this pack!”

The room fell silent at her confession. Without hesitation, I stepped forward and slapped Isabelle hard across the face, the sound echoing through the private room.

“How dare you!” Isabelle shrieked, raising her hand to retaliate.

(Ethan’s POV)

I moved quickly, grabbing Isabelle’s wrist before she could strike Olivia. The fury in my cousin’s eyes was matched only by the cold determination in Olivia’s.

“Enough,” I growled, using my Alpha voice. The command reverberated through the room, making everyone flinch except Olivia.

I turned to Isabelle, tightening my grip on her wrist. “You will apologize to Olivia. Now.” Isabelle stared at me in disbelief. “You’re taking her side? After everything she’s done?”

“Apologize,” I repeated, my voice dropping dangerously low.

Olivia scoffed, pulling out her phone again. “Don’t bother. I’m calling Chief Garrison to report this incident.” Victoria stepped forward, panic flashing across her face. “Olivia, please. There’s no need to involve the authorities.”

“No need?” Olivia’s voice was ice cold. “Your friend just admitted to arranging my assault.”

“Isabelle has been through enough,” Victoria pleaded, her voice softening with practiced sympathy. “Miles attacked her too, you know. After his plan with you failed, he went after her instead.”

I watched Olivia’s expression shift as she processed this information. Something calculating entered her

eyes.

“Is that so?” Olivia asked, her finger hovering over her phone screen.

Victoria nodded eagerly. “It was terrible. She’s still traumatized.”

Isabelle sniffled on cue, playing the victim perfectly. I released her wrist, disgusted by the entire situation. (Olivia’s POV)

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I studied Victoria’s pleading expression and Isabelle’s tearful performance. They thought they had me cornered, that I would back down out of pity or fear of causing more drama.

They were wrong.

“That’s interesting,” I said, tapping my phone screen. “Because I have something you both should see.”

I turned the phone toward them, playing a video I’d obtained from the Crescent Moon Hotel’s security system. The footage clearly showed Isabelle being dragged away by Miles Blackwood, struggling against his grip.

“Vicky?” Isabelle’s voice was small, childlike in its confusion. “You saw? You knew?”

Victoria’s perfect composure cracked. “Isabelle, I can explain-”