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The Alpha King is unavailable 12 Chapter 12: Claws and Consequences Chapter 12: Claws and Consequences (Olivia's POV) I stumbled backward as Ethan released me, my heart pounding against my ribs. James was still on the floor, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. I rushed forward, placing myself between the two men.

"Move," Ethan ordered, his voice dropping to that dangerous Alpha tone.

I stood my ground, emerald eyes flashing with determination. "No. This ends now." Ethan's amber eyes turned icy cold. The muscle in his jaw twitched as he clenched his teeth.

"I said move, Olivia." His voice was barely above a whisper, but the threat was clear.

"And I said no." I planted my feet firmly, refusing to budge.

My protectiveness toward James seemed to enrage Ethan further. His nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply, his powerful hands clenching into fists.

Without warning, he yankedaside with his Alpha strength. I gasped as his fingers dug into my arm, certain they would leave bruises.

As Ethan turned toward James, a sudden gust of wind slammed the door to Lily's sanctuary shut. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot, but Ethan didn't seem to notice. He advanced on James, who rose to his feet, hazel eyes defiant despite his injuries. I lost my balance from Ethan's forceful shove and fell hard to the ground.

"Liv!" James called out, moving to help me.

Ethan intercepted him with frightening speed, delivering a sharp kick to his shin. James dropped to one knee, wincing in pain.

"You think you can touch what's mine?" Ethan growled, twisting James's arm behind his back at an unnatural angle.

James's face contorted in agony, but he refused to cry out.

"I should remind you of your place," Ethan continued, applying more pressure. "One more twist and your arm breaks." "Stop it!" I scrambled to my feet, panic rising in my chest. "Ethan, please!" 1/4 12 Cows sig Ethan's grip tightened, causing James to finally let out a pained gasp.

"He needs his hands for work," I pleaded desperately. "His motorcycle repair business is all he has! Ethan's lip curled into a sneer. "What about Victoria's hands? Her healing crystal designs?" The accusation hung in the air between us. He truly believed I had intentionally scalded Victoria.

"Fine," I said, my voice hollow with resignation. "I'll apologize to her. Just let him go." James's head snapped up, his hazel eyes wide with disbelief. "Liv, no! You didn't do anything wrong!" "Shut up, James," I said quietly, my eyes conveying what I couldn't say aloud.

We'd survived the orphanage together. We knew when to fight and when to yield. This was a moment to yield.

"Listen to her, Knight," Ethan said, slowly releasing James's arm. "She knows I'm right." James rubbed his shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine. The unspoken communication between us-forged through years of shared trauma and survival- was something Ethan could never understand.

"This isn't over," James muttered, but he stayed down.

An hour later, I sat silently in Ethan's luxury SUV, staring out the window. The tension between us was suffocating.

"You're to stay away from Knight," Ethan said, breaking the silence. "That man is dangerous." I almost laughed at the irony. James had never hurt me. Not once in all the years I'd known.

him.

"We're just friends," I said quietly. "We survived the orphanage together." Ethan's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "I saw how close you were on that motorcycle." I turned to look at him, suddenly realizing we weren't heading toward the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. The familiar trees of Imperial Gardens flashed by outside.

"Where are we going?" I demanded.

"Just answer me," Ethan growled, ignoring my question. "What exactly is your relationship with Knight?" 2/4 Chapter 12 Claws and Conse + Points y His jealousy was as transparent as glass. It had nothing to do with concern for my safety and everything to do with his possessive nature.

"I told you. We're friends," I repeated, my patience wearing thin. "Nothing more." Ethan scoffed, his amber eyes flashing as he glanced at me. “Friends don't hold each other that way." Something insidesnapped. "Don't project your own filth onto others. I've seen how you touch Victoria." The SUV screeched to a halt, tires protesting against the pavement. Ethan turned in his seat, his powerful body looming over mine as he pressedagainst the car door.

"You're my mate," he growled, his face inches from mine. "Not his." He leaned in, clearly intending to kiss me-to markas his. I turned my head away.

"Taketo apologize," I insisted, my voice firm despite my racing heart. "That's what you want, isn't it?" Ethan stared atfor a long moment, his amber eyes searching mine. Finally, he releasedand put the car back into drive, changing direction toward the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den.

The Medical Den was the most advanced facility in the Northern Territories. As we walked through its pristine corridors, I couldn't help but notice the luxury surrounding us.

Victoria had been given a private room-the best the den had to offer. Outside her door stood Dr. Nathaniel Blackwood, the renowned neurological specialist whose services cost more than most wolves made in a year.