Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 306

(Olivia's POV)

"The moonstone amulet wasn't Victoria's, she picked it up! You've mistaken her for someone else from the very beginning!" I glared fiercely at Ethan Stone, a powerful Alpha who seemed to lose all reason when it came to Victoria Frost.

My emerald eyes flashed with my wolf's fury as I confronted him. I wouldn't be wasting my breath if it weren't for my mother, Matriarch Evelyn, and Lily. I didn't want Ethan blindly protecting Victoria just because of some imagined "childhood sweetheart."

He could cherish his "childhood sweetheart" all he wanted; I didn't care. My only concern was justice for my mother who lay in a coma because of Victoria's schemes.

Ethan's amber eyes studied me intently. His wolf seemed to be processing my words, weighing them against years of certainty.

"If it's not Victoria," he asked almost instinctively, "then who is it?"

The question hung in the air between us. I opened my mouth to answer, to finally reveal the truth that my mother had discovered.

I was about to speak when the door to the hospital room swung open with dramatic timing.

Victoria Frost stood in the doorway, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy. Her wolf was projecting distress pheromones so strongly that even a human could have sensed her apparent anguish.

"Olivia," she cried, cutting me off before I could reveal anything, "what do I have to do for you to finally let me go?"

My eyes flashed with a furious hatred, my wolf surging beneath my skin. Perfect timing! This she-wolf was truly vicious, manipulating everyone and everything around her.

Werewolf life meant nothing to her. Not my daughter's, not my mother's, not even her own daughter's if it served her purposes.

"First, you bribed Connor Blackthorn to frame me and make Ethan misunderstand me," Victoria continued, her voice trembling with false emotion. "When that failed, you started spreading rumors that I'm not Little Orange. What are you trying to do?"

I felt my control slipping, my wolf clawing to the surface. The audacity of this woman to stand there and accuse me after what she'd done to my mother!

"You say I'm not Little Orange?" I retorted, my voice dripping with venom. "Then who is? You?"

Something inside me snapped. With werewolf speed, I lunged forward, grabbing Victoria by her perfectly styled hair and slamming her head against the Hospital Ward door.

As Victoria reeled from the impact, I rained down slaps across her face. Like a vengeful she-wolf, I tightened my grip around her throat, pinning her against the door.

"It's not me, so it must be you? Victoria Frost, have you convinced yourself you're Little Orange?" My fury was palpable, filling the room with the scent of my rage.

My fingers constricted around her neck, choking the air from her lungs. I wanted to hurt her like she had hurt my family, to make her feel a fraction of the pain she had caused.

Victoria, gasping for breath, looked pleadingly at Ethan Stone. "Ethan... help me..." she choked out, her eyes wide with fear.

Ethan finally snapped out of his stupor. I could see the words "It's not me, so it must be you?" echoing in his mind, creating cracks in his certainty.

He strode forward and grabbed my wrist. "Liv!" he exclaimed, his voice sharp with command.

If he didn't intervene, I would actually kill Victoria. The realization didn't frighten me as it should have. My wolf wanted her blood.

Even with Ethan pulling at my hand, I refused to release my hold. My wolf's desire to eliminate Victoria was overwhelming, drowning out all reason.