Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

The Alpha King is unavailable 14 Chapter 14: Primal Memories Chapter 14: Primal Memories (Olivia's POV)' At that time, I looked at his amber eyes that reflected my own emerald ones. I mustered up the courage, walked over, and kicked those men a few times. Because my legs were still weak, the kicks were light and ineffective.

Ethan Stone sneered, "Useless." The memory faded as I watched Ethan standing over my attacker, his knuckles bloodied from the brutal punishment he'd inflicted. The scene before me-Ethan defendingwith savage violence-mirrored that night seven years ago when he'd first saved me.

Back then, he'd encouragedto fight back, to stand up for myself. Now, as I struggled to my feet, something primal awakened inside me.

I stumbled forward, pepper spray still clutched in my trembling hand. The man who'd attackedlay groaning on the ground, his face a bloody mess from Ethan's assault.

Without hesitation, I sprayed directly into his eyes again.

"That's for touching me," I hissed, watching him writhe in agony.

My legs gave out beneath me, the adrenaline that had keptgoing suddenly evaporating. I would have hit the ground if Ethan hadn't caught me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist.

"I've got you," he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

He liftedeffortlessly, cradlingagainst his chest. The familiar scent of pine and winter air enveloped me, bringing back memories I'd tried so hard to forget.

"My car is this way," he said, carryingtoward his luxury SUV parked at the curb.

After reporting the incident to the security patrol, I sat silently in the station, answering questions and providing a statement. It was well past midnight when we finally finished.

"I'll call James to pickup," I said, reaching for my phone.

Ethan's hand closed over mine, stopping me. "Get in the car, Olivia." His tone was calm but left no room for argument. The unspoken threat hung in the air between us-if I called James, there would be consequences.

1/4 Too exhausted to fight, I followed him outside to his waiting vehicle.

During the drive back to Maple Grove, I stared out the window, watching the shadows of trees blur past My body ached from the attack, but the emotional wounds cut deeper.

"You should have someone stay with you tonight," Ethan said, breaking the silence.

I kept my gaze fixed on the window. "I'll be fine" "That wasn't a suggestion" I turned to look at him, noticing the tight set of his jaw, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel with unnecessary force.

"I don't need a babysitter, Ethan," His amber eyes flashed with irritation. "You were just attacked," "It's not the first time," I reminded him bitterly, We lapsed into silence again, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife.

When we reached Maple Grove, Ethan insisted on walkingto my door. I fumbled with my keys, my hands still shaking slightly from the ordeal, "I'll be back," he said as I stepped inside. "I need to get shealing herbs for your injuries." Before I could protest, he was gone, the door closing behind him.

Alone in my apartment, the full weight of what had happened crashed down on me. I stumbled to the bathroom, desperate to wash away the feeling of that man's hands on my body.

Under the hot spray of the shower, I scrubbed my skin until it was red and raw, but I couldn't erase the memory of his touch, his breath on my face, the terror of those moments when I thought no one would save me.

After drying off, I slipped into a loose nightgown and wrapped myself in a robe. The physical pain from my injuries was nothing compared to the emotional trauma churning inside me.

My gaze fell on the bottle of moonlight wine James had left during his last visit. Without thinking, I grabbed it and poured myself a generous glass.

The first sip burned going down, but the warmth that spread through my body afterward was worth it. I took another drink, then another, desperate to numb the pain and fear still coursing through me.

2/4 More By the tI'd finished half the bottle, my movements had becunsteady, my mind pleasantly foggy. The trauma of the attack seemed distant now, a nightmare happening to someone else.

I stood up from the sofa, swaying slightly as the room tilted around me. I needed to get to bed before I passed out.

As I stumbled toward my bedroom, I heard the front door open. Ethan stood in the doorway, a small bag of healing herbs in his hand.

Our eyes met across the room. I tried to focus on his face, but my vision kept blurring.

"You're drunk," he stated, his voice a mixture of surprise and disapproval.

I attempted to walk past him but lost my balance. Ethan caughtbefore I could fall, his strong arms enfoldingonce again.

"Letgo," I mumbled, pushing weakly against his chest.

But my body betrayed me, melting into his embrace as if it remembered a twhen his touch meant safety and love.

Ethan heldtightly, his amber eyes darkening as he looked down at my flushed face. The scent of moonlight wine on my breath mingled with my natural lavender scent, creating an intoxicating combination.

"You never could hold your alcohol," he murmured, his voice deeper than before.

I felt his hand slide up my back, tangling in my damp hair. My nightgown had slipped off one