Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 55

“Let’s go home.

Three simple words from Ethan’s lips to Victoria, yet they pierced my heart like silver. I kept my eyes fixed on my plate, refusing to watch as he wrapped his arm around Victoria’s waist, supporting her “drunken” form.

I could feel his amber eyes on me as they passed, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my pain The venison on my plate suddenly looked unappetizing, the moonberry sauce congealing into a dark pool.

The click of Victoria’s designer heels faded as they exited the private dining room of Amber Crest Restaurant. Only when I was certain they were gone did I allow myself to take a breath.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Sophia Hughes whispered beside me, her eyes wide with excitement. “Alpha Stone himself! Can you believe it?”

I managed a noncommittal hum, taking another sip of wine despite my better judgment. The alcohol burned down my throat, dulling the sharper edges of my humiliation.

With Ethan and Victoria’s departure, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The oppressive tension dissipated, replaced by animated chatter as my colleagues resumed their conversations with renewed vigor.

“I think this calls for another toast,” Sophia announced, standing up with her wine glass held high. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, her eyes bright.

The others quickly followed suit, raising their glasses in anticipation.

“To new beginnings and successful designs!” Sophia declared.

“To new beginnings!” everyone echoed.

I forced a smile and raised my glass, taking a careful sip. The room had already started to spin slightly, and I knew I needed to be cautious. My wolf form might have enhanced healing abilities, but my human form had embarrassingly low alcohol tolerance.

“Are you

alright, Olivia?” Sophia asked, noticing my careful sipping. “You’ve barely touched your food.”

“I’m fine,” I lied. Just savoring the experience.”

The dinner continued for another hour, with conversations flowing more freely now that the Alpha King was gone. Design concepts were discussed, office politics analyzed, and personal stories shared. I participated minimally, my mind still replaying the moment Ethan had chosen Victoria over me yet again.

As the evening drew to a close, the bill was settled–on Ethan’s tab, as Victoria had so generously announced

-and people began making arrangements to get home.

“We can share a ride,” offered one of the male designers from the crystal testing department. Two others nodded in agreement.

I glanced at the three men, all slightly intoxicated and watching me with varying degrees of interest. The thought of being confined in a car with them made me uncomfortable.

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“Thank you, but my friend is picking me up, I lied smoothly, avoiding direct eye contact. “He should be here any minute.”

They seemed disappointed but didn’t press the issue. As they gathered their belongings and headed out, I remained seated, pretending to check my phone.

I reached the fountain and leaned over, cupping my hands to collect some water. The cold liquid felt refreshing as I splashed it on my face, though it did little to dispel the alcohol’s effects.

“One… two…. three…” I counted my steps carefully, focusing intently on placing one foot in front of the other