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Without thinking, I pped him hard across the face, my wolf''s strength behind the blow. The sound echoed in the parking lot,
and Ethan''s head snapped to the side.
He didn''t dodge or retaliate. When he turned back to me, his cheek bore the red imprint of my hand.
"Can you give me the recorder now?" he asked quietly, his voice rough with pain.
His amber eyes remained locked on mine, his wolf refusing to back down despite the stinging mark on his cheek.
"Never!" I spat, struggling with renewed vigor.
I fought with everything I had, fists and feet flying as my wolf lent me desperate strength. I wed at his arms, kicked at his
shins, but it was like fighting a mountain.
Ethan, fearing I might hurt myself in my frenzy, pinned me more firmly against the car, his body bing a cage around mine.
"Stop fighting, Liv," he growled, his Alpha voice rumbling in his chest. "You''ll hurt yourself."
When his hand slipped into my pocket to search for the Hidden Audio Recorder, I froze. The vition and helplessness
overwhelmed my wolf''s pride.
"Don''t you dare!" I hissed, shoving at his chest with all my might.
But he was immovable, his Alpha strength far exceeding my own. His hand
continued its search, methodical and determined.
James, watching helplessly from under security''s hold, yelled desperately, "Stone, stop this! You''ve lost your mind!"
His hazel eyes shed with protective rage, but the guards held him fast.
Despite the pain it clearly caused him to see me so distressed, Ethan''s search
was swift and determined. His fingers closed around
the Hidden Audio Recorder in the inner pocket of my jeans.
The moment he touched it, I erupted in even more violent resistance.
"Ethan Stone!" I screamed, my emerald eyes zing with hatred.
My wolf snarled and thrashed beneath my skin, desperate to protect the evidence that could finally bring Victoria to justice. But
the recorder was wrenched from my grasp and fell into his hand.
He hesitated for just a moment, hugging me tightly against him, unable to let go. I could feel his wolf whining with conflicted
emotions before he finally released me.
I lunged for the recorder, but it was already beyond my reach. My wolf howled in frustration inside me, her emerald eyes shing
with helpless rage.
Victoria stood just inside the door of Rosewood Haven, her wolf''s triumph evident in her posture despite her wheelchair.
"Destroy the recorder, Ethan," she called out, her voice carrying that calcted sweetness she always used with him.
"Don''t you dare!" I screamed, my voice breaking with desperation.
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But I could only watch, powerless, as Ethan crushed thest shred of evidence against Victoria in his powerful grip. The stic
cracked, the circuitry inside splintering under the pressure of his Alpha strength.
My hatred for him calcified in that moment, hardening into something unbreakable. My fists clenched at my sides, and my lips
trembled with frustration and despair.
Once again, Victoria escaped unscathed, her crimes buried by Ethan''s protection. The hope of justice was crushed beneath his
Alpha strength, just like the recorder in his hand.
(Victoria''s POV)
I watched from behind Ethan as he destroyed the evidence, a victorious smile
spreading across my face. My wolf preened with
satisfaction beneath my skin, reveling in my power over the Alpha King.
So what if you''re really Little Orange? I thought, staring at Olivia''s defeated expression. With no proof, Ethan will never believe
you. In his heart, I will always be Little Orange, and he will always stand by my side.
I savored the moment, the sweet taste of triumph filling me as I watched Olivia''s hopes crumble along with that recorder. My
wolf''s scent carried notes of smug satisfaction, barely contained beneath my skin.
But then, as an impossible figure appeared in my line of sight, the smirk vanished from my face. My eyes widened in terror, my
wolf cowering within me as my pale and bruised face drained of all color.
The security of my victory evaporated in an instant as I stared at the neer,
my body frozen with sudden, primal fear.