Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 54

If I didn’t explain, it was an admission of guilt. If did explain, it was mere sophistry. If I lost control, I was simply a “wild Omega”

My nose stung with the surge of injustice and heartache, which eventually morphed into a cold laugh.

Ethan, hearing me laugh, looked up, his eyes narrowed with a dangerous glint, as if warning me. I could see he was conflicted–angry at Victoria’s deception yet still protective of her

My smile turned even colder, my emerald eyes reflecting a painful realization. The answer was crystal clear. I

had lost.

Without lingering any longer, I turned and walked back toward the private dining room of Amber Crest

Restaurant.

Although I hadn’t expected this incident to make Ethan see through Victoria or become disillusioned with her, I had hoped for at least a flicker of doubt. But I hadn’t anticipated this outcome.

I reached the door of the private room and opened it, walking back to my seat with a composed expression. Picking up my glass of wine, I took several gulps to suppress the bitterness in my throat.

“Olivia, Victoria just went to the restroom too. Didn’t you run into each other?” Sophia Hughes, sitting beside

me, asked.

“No,” I replied with a forced smile.

Picking up my silverware, I lowered my head to eat, masking my emotions from my colleagues. The venison with moonberry sauce tasted like ash in my mouth.

“Victoria hasn’t come back for so long. Could something have happened?” Sophia worried, glancing toward

the door.

“What are you saying? This is Alpha Stone’s place. How could anything happen to Victoria, the future Luna?” another colleague responded with a laugh.

At that moment, the door opened again, revealing not only Victoria but also Ethan Stone, Victoria held Ethan’s arm, their intimacy a clear indication that there was no rift between them.

Ethan’s presence itself was a testament to his stance. Victoria, with a smile playing on her lips, cast a meaningful glance at me, her eyes flashing with triumph.

Only I remained seated, my eyes downcast, concealing my coldness and mockery as I calmly sipped my soup. I refused to participate in this charade of respect.