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The Alpha King is unavailable 11 Chapter 11: Confrontation and Revelation Chapter 11: Confrontation and Revelation (Olivia's POV) I froze at the sight before me. Ethan was leaning over to kiss Victoria inside his car, their silhouettes clearly visible through the windshield. His large hand cupped her face tenderly, a gesture he'd never shown me.

*Traitorous man and his mistress," James spat, his hazel eyes flashing with anger.

I felt a familiar ache in my chest but quickly suppressed it. This pain was an old friend by now.

"Let's go," I said quietly, adjusting the Rose-Quartz Helmet on my head.

James wasn't ready to leave. "I should go over there and-" "No," I placed a restraining hand on his arm. "It's not worth it." Too late. Ethan had spotted us. His amber eyes narrowed as he recognized James Knight sitting on his motorcycle withbehind him.

The possessive fury that crossed his face was unmistakable. His jaw clenched tight as he stared directly at us.

James defiantly raised his visor and glared directly at Ethan. A silent challenge passed between the two men.

"Hold on tight, Liv," James said, revving his Midnight Rider's engine loudly.

The powerful motorcycle roared to life beneath us. The sound echoed across the parking lot, drawing attention from passersby.

Before I could protest, James deliberately drove close to Ethan's car. The motorcycle's wheels. nearly grazed the expensive paint job.

Ethan's face contorted with rage. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

We sped away, the wind whipping around us. James weaved through traffic with expert precision, putting distance between us and Ethan.

I clung to James's back, aware of what he was doing. Always my protector, always trying to defend my honor.

1/5 < Chapter 11: Confrontation an But my heart remained unmoved by the display. I was beyond caring about Ethan's betrayals.

"Was that necessary?" I asked when we stopped at a traffic light.

James turned his head slightly. "Absolutely. That bastard deserves worse." His voice was filled with righteous anger. James had always been protective of me, but his hatred of Ethan had intensified since Lily's death.

The light turned green, and we continued toward the Moonlight Market. James parked his motorcycle and helpedremove my helmet.

"Let's get sfood," he suggested, his expression softening. "I'll cook dinner for you tonight." We walked through the market together. James's tall figure stayed protective beside me, glaring at anyone who ctoo close.

He selected fresh venison, moonlight herbs, and other ingredients with care. His eyes lit up when he found perfectly ripe berries.

"Remember when we were kids?" he asked, examining a bunch of herbs. "How we'd dream about having enough food?" I nodded, memories of our orphanage days flashing through my mind. "And now you're a gourmet chef." James grinned, the boyish smile transforming his handsface. "Only for you, Liv. Only for you." At Maple Grove, James insisted on cooking while I rested. I sat at the kitchen table, watching him work with practiced ease.

The familiar scent of herbs and venison filled the kitchen. James hummed softly as he prepared the meal, occasionally glancing atwith concern.

"I'll just check on something," he said quietly, wiping his hands on a towel.

I watched as he headed toward Lily's room. James had loved my daughter like his own.

He often spoke to her memorial portrait, telling her about his day, keeping her memory alive. It was his way of honoring her The doorbell rang while James was still in Lily's room. I hesitated before approaching the door, peering through the peephole.

Ethan Stone stood on my doorstep. His powerful frradiated tension, his amber eyes burning with fury.

< Chapter 11: Confrontation an I backed away from the door, but it was too late. He had sensed my presence.

"Open the door, Olivia," his deep voice commanded through the wood. "I know you're there." My heart raced despite myself. Why couldn't he just leavealone? "Go away, Ethan," I called back. "I have nothing to say to you." There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "I saw you with Knight. Open this door now." His Alpha voice reverberated through the wood. The command was powerful, making it impossible for most wolves to resist.

But I wasn't most wolves. I'd built immunity to his commands through years of neglect.

"Leave or I'll call pack security," I threatened, though we both knew they wouldn't cagainst their Alpha.

The door suddenly shuddered as Ethan slammed his fist against it. "Open this door or I'll break it down!" I knew he would. The fury in his voice was unmistakable.

Reluctantly, I unlocked the door, opening it just enough to glare at him. "What do you want?" Ethan's amber eyes were blazing with fury. He pushed the door open with such force that I stumbled backward.

"What is Knight doing here?" he growled, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. His scent filled my h- pine and winter air, mixed with Victoria's lavender perfume. The combination made my stomach turn.

"That's none of your business," I replied coldly. "You lost the right to questionyears ago." Ethan moved closer, towering over me. His amber eyes searched my face with an intensity that made my heart race despite myself.

"You're still my mate," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

I laughed bitterly. The sound was hollow and pained. "Am I? You seemed quite content with Victoria earlier." His jaw tightened at the mention of Victoria. A muscle twitched in his cheek.

Without warning, he pushedagainst the door. His powerful body trapped mine, leaving no room for escape.

3/5 Sispier 11 Enfrontation an "You belong to me," he growled, his face inches from mine. "Ho one else" Before I could respond, his lips crashed against mine in a forceful kiss. His hands gripped my waist possessively as he pressed closer I whimpered in distress, pushing against his chest with all my strength. But Ethan was too strong, too determined.

The taste of him brought back painful memories. Memories of happier times, of love long lost.