Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 124

determined to reclaim what he still considered his.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed on the car window. Through the tinted glass, I could make out a tall figure standing outside.

“Ethan Stone, let Olivia Winters go!” The commanding Alpha voice belonged to Lucas

Blackwood.

A glimmer of hope sparked in my despairing eyes. Despite knowing the soundproofing would likely muffle my cries, I called out. “Lucas, save me!”

My plea only fueled Ethan’s rage, his wolf howling with jealous fury. He intensified his assault,

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his grip tightening painfully.

“He can’t save you!” Ethan growled. “Olivia Winters, you are mine!”

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He kissed me again, determined to silence me and erase Lucas Blackwood’s name from my lips, his wolf desperately trying to reestablish dominance over his mate.

(Lucas’s POV)

I had received an anonymous text message about Ethan’s presence at Maple Grove.

Something about the message had set my wolf on edge, urging me to investigate

immediately.

When I arrived, my enhanced senses detected Olivia’s distress pheromones even through the

vehicle’s specialized insulation. The car was rocking slightly, and I could hear muffled protests

from inside.

My wolf surged forward with protective rage. I pounded on the window with Alpha strength,

calling out Ethan’s name.

“Ethan Stone, let Olivia Winters go!”

There was no response, but my wolf’s hearing caught Olivia’s faint cry for help. The sound of her voice calling my name triggered something primal within me.

The tinted windows prevented me from seeing clearly inside, but I knew I needed to act quickly. I rushed to my own vehicle and retrieved a fire extinguisher from the trunk.

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I realized I was wrapped in Ethan’s Black Alpha Overcoat. He must have placed it around me

unconsciously during the chaos, his wolf’s protective instincts overriding his anger.

I stepped out of the car, my emerald eyes blazing with fury, my wolf howling for retribution.

Without hesitation, I approached Ethan and slapped him hard across the face, putting all my

strength behind the blow.

The sound echoed in the night air, and when I pulled my hand away, the imprint of my palm

was clearly visible on his cheek.

“Never touch me again,” I hissed, my voice trembling with rage.

Ethan stood frozen, shock evident in his amber eyes. Not from the physical pain–a slap from

a she–wolf would hardly hurt an Alpha of his strength–but from the finality of my rejection.