What lesson was he talking about? Ethan was scaring me to


    beyond my nerves now. I knew I would need help now.


    My hand slid into my pocket. My spare phone was there. I


    waited till he didn’t notice, thumb trembling. I tapped my screen


    and sent my location to Ava.“Pleasee. I’m scared.”


    He nced over at me. “What are you doing?”


    I swallowed the text. “Nothing.”


    He didn’t press it.


    Dark trees loomed through the window as we climbed deeper


    into the forest. Each turn was more remote. Finally, the engine


    coughed and died. The headlights dimmed to ck. Night


    swallowed us.


    “Out of gas,” he said, voice t. “Cute location, don’t you think?”


    I forced calm. “We can call roadside–the light’s on


    RedEmergency.” I pointed.


    He scoffed. “No bars,” he muttered.


    He lit a cigarette. Smoke curled toward the ceiling. He stared at


    me with that inscrutable gaze, then said, “So… just us.”


    My pulse thundered in my ears. “What are you doing, Ethan?”


    He took a hit off the cigarette and tapped ash off the window.


    “Last few weeks… you pushed for a divorce. You threatened to


    go public.”‘ He leaned in. “Tonight is the only way I can show


    you who owns you.”


    My breath hitched.


    I stepped back. “What… what do you mean?”


    He grabbed my shoulders with one hand and yanked me down so his chest pressed into mine. His face loomed close–his breath


    heavy with mint and regret.


    “We’re married,” he growled. “Even the police can’t stop me for


    what I am about to do now. My word means more than any


    number of phone calls, text messages, or cameras. You can’t stop


    me.”


    Tears welled. My mind raced:He’s trying to scare me into


    I pushed. Couldn’t budge him. “Ethan… if you do this, it’s rape. I…


    I’ll press charges.”


    He leaned forward so his breath grazed my ear. “You used to be all about work. You always insisted on condoms. But not


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    tonight.” He straightened.


    I felt his alpha power–an aura of dominance, heat, control. My


    throat closed.


    He paused. Lowered voice, close enough to feel his lips near my hair. “Maybe… next month, you’ll be pregnant with my pup.”


    The words slid across my skin like cold steel. My knees


    trembled.


    He smirked down at me–triumph, intent.


    Olivia’s POV


    “Ethan, let me go!” I shouted, shoving at his chest, but it was like trying to move a wall. He didn’t flinch. My voice trembled with panic. “You’re insane–this isn’t you. What are you even doing?!”


    He leaned in, his mouth brushing against my ear as he spoke, “Let’s make a wager, hmm? If I can’t get you pregnant tonight, I’ll let you go. But if I can…” His lips trailed down to my cheek, “You’lle home with me. Be my Luna again.”


    I jerked my head away and red <i>at </i>him, breathing hard. “Who do you think you are? You don’t get to decide what happens to me anymore, Ethan. You lost that right the second you


    me.”


    trayed


    He exhaled and dropped his cigarette out the cracked window.


    “You say that, but I know you still feel it <i>too</i>. You and me… all


    these times we had been together” Then, without warning, he


    surged forward. I screamed and tried to twist away, hitting at


    his shoulder, but his grip tightened around my wrists.


    “No–no! Get off me!” I gasped, my voice rising with fear. “You’re


    hurting me!”


    He held me pinned against the seat, his weight pressing down as if trying to suffocate me. “You used to look at me like I was your whole world, Olivia,” he muttered against my neck. “Now all I see in your eyes is hate. I miss the old you. The one who only


    saw me.”


    I tried to turn my head but he caught my chin. His kiss was rough, unwanted. I whimpered, disgusted and scared, tears sliding down my cheek. The scent of the forest around us was sharp, earthy–and suddenly suffocating.


    “This is rape, Ethan,” I said shakily. “You force me, and that’s


    what it is. Even if we’re married.”


    He stopped just long enough to whisper against my jaw, “The cops won’t intervené, not for an Alpha and his Luna. Especially not when we’re still legally bound.”


    I kicked at him, my voice cracked from screaming, “I’m not your Luna. I don’t belong to you!”


    His wolf stirred, I could feel it pulsing just under his skin- dominant, angry. Mine whimpered deep inside me, retreating in


    fear. The hug that once gave me warmth now felt like a cage. I wed at his arm, cried out again, but his fingers only dug


    harder into my waist.