Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Primal Memories

Chapter 14: Primal Memories

(Olivia’s POV)‘

At that time, I looked at his amber eyes that reflected my own emerald ones. I mustered up

the courage, walked over, and kicked those men a few times. Because my legs were still weak,

the kicks were light and ineffective.

Ethan Stone sneered, “Useless.”

The memory faded as I watched Ethan standing over my attacker, his knuckles bloodied from

the brutal punishment he’d inflicted. The scene before me–Ethan defending me with savage

violence–mirrored that night seven years ago when he’d first saved me.

Back then, he’d encouraged me to fight back, to stand up for myself. Now, as I struggled to my feet, something primal awakened inside me.

I stumbled forward, pepper spray still clutched in my trembling hand. The man who’d attacked me lay groaning on the ground, his face a bloody mess from Ethan’s assault.

Without hesitation, I sprayed directly into his eyes again.

“That’s for touching me,” I hissed, watching him writhe in agony.

My legs gave out beneath me, the adrenaline that had kept me going suddenly evaporating. I would have hit the ground if Ethan hadn’t caught me, his strong arms wrapping around my

waist.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

He lifted me effortlessly, cradling me against his chest. The familiar scent of pine and winter air enveloped me, bringing back memories I’d tried so hard to forget.

“My car is this way,” he said, carrying me toward his luxury SUV parked at the curb.

After reporting the incident to the security patrol, I sat silently in the station, answering

questions and providing a statement. It was well past midnight when we finally finished.

“I’ll call James to pick me up,” I said, reaching for my phone.

Ethan’s hand closed over mine, stopping me. “Get in the car, Olivia.”

His tone was calm but left no room for argument. The unspoken threat hung in the air between us–if I called James, there would be consequences.

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Too exhausted to fight, I followed him outside to his waiting vehicle.

During the drive back to Maple Grove, I stared out the window, watching the shadows of trees

blur past My body ached from the attack, but the emotional wounds cut deeper.

“You should have someone stay with you tonight,” Ethan said, breaking the silence.

I kept my gaze fixed on the window. “I’ll be fine”

“That wasn’t a suggestion”

I turned to look at him, noticing the tight set of his jaw, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel with unnecessary force.

“I don’t need a babysitter, Ethan,”

His amber eyes flashed with irritation. “You were just attacked,”

“It’s not the first time,” I reminded him bitterly,

We lapsed into silence again, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife.

When we reached Maple Grove, Ethan insisted on walking me to my door. I fumbled with my keys, my hands still shaking slightly from the ordeal,

“I’ll be back,” he said as I stepped inside. “I need to get some healing herbs for your injuries.”

Before I could protest, he was gone, the door closing behind him.

Alone in my apartment, the full weight of what had happened crashed down on me. I

stumbled to the bathroom, desperate to wash away the feeling of that man’s hands on my

body.

Under the hot spray of the shower, I scrubbed my skin until it was red and raw, but I couldn’t

erase the memory of his touch, his breath on my face, the terror of those moments when I

thought no one would save me.

His thumb traced my lower lip, sending shivers down my spine.

“Ethan,” I whispered, uncertain if I was protesting or encouraging.

His mouth descended on mine in a hungry kiss that stole my breath. Unlike the forceful kiss

at Maple Grove earlier, this one held a desperate passion that ignited something long dormant

within me.

In my alcohol–induced haze, my body responded instinctively. My arms wound around his

neck, pulling him closer as our lips moved together in a familiar dance.

His hand slid down to my waist, then lower, tracing the curve of my hip through the thin fabric of my nightgown. The touch was possessive, claiming–reminding me that despite everything,

he still considered me his.

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Chapter 14 Primal Memories

I moaned softly against his mouth, lost in the sensation of being desired again after so long. My fingers tangled in his black hair, holding him to me as the kiss deepened.

Ethan growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest against mine. His hand moved to my thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Pain shot through me as he inadvertently pressed against the wound left by my attacker’s knife. I cried out, breaking the kiss.

“Don’t–it hurts,” I gasped, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Ethan froze, his amber eyes widening. For a moment, he looked stricken, as if my pain had physically wounded him.

“Olivia,” he whispered; his voice thick with emotion.

The way he said my name–tender, almost reverent–transported me back five years to our first night together. I had been nervous, inexperienced, afraid of the pain that would come.

“Ethan, please be gentle,” I’d pleaded then, my emerald eyes wide with apprehension.

He had kissed me softly, promised to take care with my body, to make it good for me. And he had kept that promise, treating me with a tenderness I hadn’t known he possessed.

Now, as he looked at me with that same intensity, memories of our past intimacy flooded back, mingling with the present until I couldn’t separate them anymore.

Without a word, Ethan lifted me from the sofa and carried me toward the bedroom.