Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 3

(Olivia's POV)

But I didn't stop. Instead, I slapped Ethan across the face, my palm stinging from the impact. His head jerked to the side, amber eyes widening in shock.

"Don't you dare touch me," I hissed, stepping away from him.

The lobby of the Medical Den had fallen completely silent. Staff members froze, mouths agape at the sight of their Alpha King being struck by his mate.

Ethan's face darkened with fury. "Have you completely lost your mind?"

"Yes! I am crazy, are you satisfied? " I replied, clutching Lily's urn tighter against my chest. "We're done, Ethan. Our relationship is over."

Victoria gasped dramatically behind him. Emma's wails grew louder, the perfect soundtrack to her mother's performance.

"You can't just decide that," Ethan growled, reaching for my arm.

I stepped back, my voice steady despite the hurricane of emotions inside me. "I can and I have. For five years, I've watched you neglect our daughter. I've made excuses for you, lied to Lily about why her father never showed up."

"I was busy running the pack—"

"You were busy playing father to another child!" My voice echoed through the lobby. "You had time for Emma's recitals, her birthdays, her skinned knees. But you couldn't spare even an hour for your own daughter's final birthday."

Ethan's jaw clenched. "This is neither the time nor place—"

"When is the right time, Ethan? After you've forgotten Lily completely?" I held up the urn. "Our daughter is dead. She died waiting for you to love her."

"Stop lying about our daughter's life!" He said angrily. He still didn't believe me.

"I'm leaving," I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Don't follow me."

With a final glare, my emerald eyes flashing with determination, I turned and walked away, leaving Ethan standing stunned in the medical den.

(Ethan's POV)

Three days had passed since Olivia's outburst at the Medical Den. I hadn't returned to the our home since then, choosing instead to stay at my office in the Silvercrest Pack headquarters.

Victoria had been calling constantly, demanding I punish Olivia for her disrespect. Emma had nightmares about "the scary lady," according to Victoria.

I pushed open the door to our home, expecting to find Olivia sulking inside. The house was eerily silent.

"Olivia?" I called, my voice echoing through the empty rooms.

I strode to our bedroom, finding the closet door ajar. Her clothes were gone.

Anger surged through me as I pulled out my phone, dialing her number. The call went straight to voicemail. I tried again. Same result.

I sent a text: "Where are you?"

The message failed to deliver. I checked my contact list—Olivia's name was gone.

She had blocked me.

My wolf, Noah, growled inside me, furious at this blatant disrespect. No one walked away from the Alpha King.

Especially not his mate.

(Olivia's POV)

Maple Grove stood on the outskirts of Silvercrest territory, a modest house surrounded by ancient maple trees. This had been my foster mother's home before she passed.

She had rescued me when I was eight years old, taking me in after I escaped from the cruel orphanage where rogue wolves experimented on pups. Though she was an Omega without a wolf, she had more courage than many Alphas I'd known.

I placed Lily's urn on the mantel, arranging fresh flowers around it. "We're home, baby," I whispered.

Three days had passed since I walked away from Ethan. Three days of silence, of grieving properly for my daughter without having to hide my tears.

I gathered the trash to take outside, pausing at the front door. A familiar scent hit me before I saw him—sandalwood and pine, the unmistakable scent of my mate.

Ethan emerged from between the maple trees, his amber eyes locking with mine.

I turned away, continuing to the trash bins. Maybe if I ignored him, he would leave.

"Olivia," his voice was deceptively calm. "Why have you blocked my calls?"