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 with me behind 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.
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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 helped me remove my helmet.
“Let’s get some food,” 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 came too 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 handsome face. “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 at me with 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 frame radiated tension, his amber eyes
burning with fury.
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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 leave me alone?
“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 come against
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 home – 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 question me years 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 pushed me against the door. His powerful body trapped mine, leaving no room for escape.
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“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.
“Get your hands off her!” James’s voice thundered through the room.
Ethan broke the kiss, turning to face James with a snart. “This doesn’t concern you, Knight.”
James stood in the hallway, his hazel eyes dark with rage. His hands were clenched into tight
fists at his sides.
“The hell it doesn’t!” James lunged forward with the speed of a trained fighter.
The two men collided with brutal force. The impact shook the entire room.
James’s fist connected with Ethan’s jaw, snapping his head back. The sound of the blow echoed through the house.
Ethan recovered quickly, retaliating with a powerful blow to James’s stomach. James doubled
over but came back swinging.
“Stop it!” I shouted, but neither man listened. They were lost in their primal need to fight.
They fought viciously, knocking over furniture and shattering a lamp. The glass shards
scattered across the floor like diamonds.
James was skilled, but Ethan was an Alpha wolf with superior strength. His blows landed with devastating force.
“You think you can touch what’s mine?” Ethan growled, landing another punch that split
James’s lip.
Blood trickled down James’s chin as he wiped it away. “She’s not yours. She never was”
His words only inflamed Ethan further. The Alpha’s eyes glowed with supernatural fury.
“She’s my mate!” Ethan roared, his voice shaking the walls.
“A mate you abandoned for another woman!” James spat back, dodging a blow and landing. one of his own,
Ethan roared with fury, his patience snapping completely. He kicked James with tremendous.
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strength, channeling all his Alpha power.
The impact sent James flying backward like a ragdoll. He crashed directly into the door of
Lily’s room.
The sacred door burst open from the force. The sound of wood splintering filled the air.
Lily’s Memorial Portrait fell from its place on the wall. The frame hit the floor with a c***k that
seemed to echo through my soul.
The Moonwood Ceremonial Urn teetered precariously on its stand. My daughter’s ashes, the last physical remnant of my baby, were in danger.
“Ethan Stone, stop!” I cried out, my emerald eyes wide with panic. My voice broke with the
force of my scream.
