Ethan remained still, his amber eyes unreadable as they stared straight ahead. I had expected him to be at least slightly affected by my proximity, but he seemed completely unmoved.
“Chen,” Ethan’s voice cut through the silence, startling me. “Take Ms. Frost home.”
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Clogies 41 The Sting of B
I froze, my hand still on his thigh. “But Ethan,” I protested, dropping the pretense of intoxication. I thought we
were going back to your place.”
“I have business to attend to,” he replied, his voice devoid of emotion
Before I could respond, he had opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. I watched in disbelief as he
shut the door firmly behind him.
“Wait!” I called out, but he was already walking away, his powerful figure disappearing into the shadows of
the parking garage.
I
I sat back against the leather seat, my carefully constructed facade crumbling. Had he seen through my act?
Was he still angry about the Pack Healer’s Crystal Competition?
“Would you like me to take you home now, Ms. Frost?” Maxwell asked from the front seat, his voice professional and detached.
I swallowed my frustration and nodded. “Yes, please.”
As the car pulled away, I stared out the window, my reflection staring back at me with worried eyes. For the first time, I felt a flicker of doubt about my hold on Ethan Stone.
(Olivia’s POV)
The solid chest I had collided with belonged to none other than Ethan Stone. His amber eyes looked down at
me with a mixture of coldness and amusement as I clutched his formal jacket for support.
“Counting steps now, are we?” he asked, his deep voice vibrating through his chest.
I
I immediately tried to push away, but my inebriated state made the movement too forceful, I stumbled
backward, nearly falling before Ethan’s strong hands caught my elbows.
“Let go,” I demanded, my voice sounding slurred even to my own ears.
“So you can fall flat on your face? I think not,” Ethan replied, his grip remaining firm.
The moonlight illuminated his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. He looked unfairly handsome, his black hair slightly tousled by the night breeze.
“Where’s Victoria?” I asked bitterly. “Shouldn’t you be taking her home?”
A shadow crossed Ethan’s face. “Victoria is on her way home.”
I laughed, the sound hollow and pained. “So you’ve come to check on your other responsibility? How dutiful of you, Alpha King.”
I tried again to pull away, and this time Ethan released me. Without his support, I swayed dangerously, the garden spinning around me.
“Put me down! i protested, pushing weakly against him,
“Stop struggling,” he commanded, his Alpha voice sending a shiver down my spine.
“You shouldn’t drink if you can’t handle it,” he said, ignoring my question.
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