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Ethan stepped closer, his expression a perfect mask of sympathy. “I wish I were. But there’s more, Olivia. Something he definitely hasn’t told you.”
I shouldn’t have asked. I should have shut the door in his face. But the words escaped before I could stop them: “What?”
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“She’s pregnant,” Ethan said softly, watching my face carefully. “And the timing… well, it makes one wonder, doesn’t it?”
The implication hit me like a physical blow. I felt the color drain from my face, my grip tightening on the doorknob for support.
“That’s not possible,” I whispered.
“Isn’t it?” Ethan pressed. “How well do you really know him, Olivia? He’s an Alpha wolf with needs. And you’ve been so busy with your cases lately…”
For a moment, doubt clouded my mind. Connor had been distant recently, canceling plans, being vague about his whereabouts. Could there be truth to Ethan’s claims?
Then clarity washed over me like a cold shower. This was Ethan-master manipulator, expert at twisting truths and planting seeds of doubt.
Fury replaced shock as I straightened my spine and met his gaze directly. “You’re lying,” I said firmly, my voice dropping to a dangerous tone.
“Olivia-” he began, but I cut him off.
“Connor would never betray me like that. He’s not like you, Ethan.” The words came out sharp and clear. “He doesn’t play games or manipulate people for his own amusement.”
Ethan’s expression hardened slightly. “You think I’m making this up? Call him. Ask him where he is right now.”
“I know exactly where he is,” I countered. “He’s at Shadow Den because Vanessa was poisoned. He called to cancel our dinner plans himself.”
A flicker of surprise crossed Ethan’s face before he recovered. “Vanessa? How convenient. Another woman requiring his immediate attention.”
“His foster sister,” I corrected coldly. “And unlike you, Connor doesn’t lie to me. He respects me enough to tell me the truth, even when it’s inconvenient.”
Ethan’s blue eyes glittered with malice thinly veiled as concern. “I’m just trying to protect you, Olivia. You deserve to know what kind of man you’re engaged to.”
“I know exactly what kind of man Connor is,” I said, my confidence growing with each word. “And I know exactly what kind of man you are too, Ethan. The kind who would come to my door with fabricated evidence and twisted truths to try to destroy my relationship.”
I moved to close the door, but Ethan’s patience finally snapped. He moved with werewolf speed, grabb wrist and pulling me toward him.
The sudden movement caught me off guard. Before I could react, his arms were around me, holding me ny tightly against his chest.
“Ethan, let go of me,” I demanded, pushing against him.
He ignored my protest, burying his face in my hair and inhaling deeply. “You still smell the same,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper against my
I struggled against his grip, but he held firm, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke. “Olivia, leave him, Come back to me.”
The desperation in his voice was real, but it only strengthened my resolve to break free. His embrace felt wrong-possessive rather than protective, demanding rather than giving.
“Let. Me. Go.” Each word was a command as I pushed against his chest with all my strength.
His arms tightened momentarily before he finally released me, stepping back with reluctance written across his features.
“You’re making a mistake,” he said, his eyes intense. “Connor Rivers isn’t who you think he is.”
I straightened my blouse, my amber eyes flashing with anger. “Neither are you, Ethan. I used to think you were someone who cared about me, who respected me. Now I see you’re just someone who wants to possess me.” His expression darkened. “I love you, Olivia. I always have.”
“No,” I shook my head firmly. “You love the idea of me-someone you can control, someone who will always put you first no matter how you treat them. That’s not love, Ethan. That’s obsession.”
I stepped back into my apartment, my hand on the door. “Don’t come here again. And don’t try to contact me.” As I moved to close the door, Ethan’s patience snapped. He moved quickly, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward him. He embraced me tightly, inhaling my scent with desperate hunger, his voice dropping to a husky whisper against my ear.
“Olivia, leave him. Come back to me.”
(Olivia’s POV)
I reacted on pure instinct. My knee shot up, connecting solidly with Ethan’s stomach. As he doubled over, gasping, I slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing in the empty hallway.
“Stay away from me!” I snarled, backing away from him.
Ethan straightened slowly, his hand touching his reddening cheek. The shock in his blue eyes quickly morphed into hurt.
“Olivia-” he started, reaching for me.
“Don’t!” I held up my hand, my entire body trembling with rage. “You’re tainted! Corrupted!”
My voice broke on the last word, emotion threatening to overwhelm me. Inside, my wolf howled in agreement, rejecting his scent completely.
“We can never go back to what we were,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Never.”
Ethan staggered back as if I’d struck him again. The physical blow had hurt him, but my words had wounded him far deeper.
“You don’t mean that,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“I do.” I stepped back into my apartment. “Don’t come here again.”
I slammed the door shut, locking it immediately. Through the wood, I heard Ethan’s ragged breathing, then his slow, defeated footsteps retreating down the hallway.
Only when I was sure he was gone did I allow myself to slide down against the door, my legs suddenly too weak to support me.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. For a wild moment, I thought it might be Ethan, but the screen showed a message from Emma: “Noah’s asking for you, Says he has questions about the case. Can you visit tomorrow?”
I texted back a quick confirmation, grateful for the distraction. Work was something I could focus on, something that made sense when everything else seemed to be falling apart.
Rising to my feet, I moved through my apartment, checking that all the windows were locked. Ethan’s visit had left me feeling violated, unsafe in my own home.
Sleep was impossible. I paced restlessly across my living room, my mind racing with questions. That recording of Jessica Sullivan and Connor-what was I supposed to make of it?
I remembered Jessica’s attack on me months ago, how Connor had protected me without hesitation. The woman had been obsessed with Ethan, not Connor. It made no sense. sitya
“Ethan is manipulating the situation, I muttered to myself. “He’s twisting things, like he alway
Still, doubt nagged at me. Connor had been canceling plans more frequently lately, offering vague explanations about pack business. es.
I reached for my phone and called Connor’s number. It rang several times before going to voicemail
“Hey, it’s me,” I started, then stopped, unsure what to say. I hung up without leaving a message.
After a moment’s hesitation, I typed out a text instead: “Everything’s fine. Take your time with your pack business. I trust you.”
I hit send, feeling slightly better for having expressed my confidence in him, despite the seeds of doubt Ethan had tried to plant.
Setting my phone aside, I moved to the window, gazing out at the lights of Riverdale. Somewhere out there, Connor was dealing with Vanessa’s poisoning-or at least, that’s what he’d told me.
“I trust him,” I whispered to myself, trying to silence the doubts whispering in the back of my mind.
(Ethan’s POV)
I barely made it back to my secondary apartment in Moonlight Gardens before my legs gave out. Collapsing onto the cold tile of the entryway, I pressed my palm against my cheek where Olivia had slapped me.
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