A sob burst from my chest. I hated him. I hated that I once


    trusted him. I clenched my eyes shut, praying someone–anyone


    -would find me.


    And then–Tap tap tap.A faint knock on the foggy window.


    “Hey!” a male voice called from outside.


    Ethan stilled. “What the hell…” he muttered, pulling back just


    slightly.


    The voice outside called again, louder this time, “Can’t you get a


    room or something? This is a public ce.”


    “Get lost!” Ethan snapped, mming a palm on the ss. “Mind


    your own damn business!”


    I was panting, my shirt stretched, my lips swollen, hair clinging to my face. I looked toward the window, pleading silently.


    The man frowned through the ss. “Who are you guys by the


    way? Not from around?”


    “Get out of here before I smack the shit outta you.” Ethan


    barked.


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    The man hesitated, clearly unsure. He <b>looked </b><b>between </b>Ethan


    and me, but finally turned and walked away. The <b>woods </b>


    swallowed his retreat.


    Silence. I pushed Ethan away with what strength I had left <b>and </b>


    scrambled to the other side of the car, hugging myself. “Don’t


    touch me,” I rasped. “Don’t even look at me.”


    Ethan sat back in the driver’s seat, seething. “We’ll go


    somewhere else.”


    “No, we won’t!” I shouted. “You’re disgusting! You still think you


    have some twisted im on me?”


    He turned to me, his eyes bloodshot, jaw clenched. “You’re mine,


    Olivia. You always will be.”


    “You cheated on me! You broke everything between us! And now–what? You think forcing me into a pregnancy will fix


    that?!”


    He didn’t speak. Just red.


    Tears burned behind my eyes. “I’ve had enough. I don’t want your apologies. I don’t want your exnations. I don’t


    wantyou.”


    I reached for the door handle, but it was locked. I pounded on the window. “Someone help me! Please–!”


    Ethan grabbed my wrist again. “Stop it.”


    “Let me go! I’d rather die than be trapped in this with you!”


    That made him freeze.


    His entire body stilled, eyes wide, chest still rising from


    breathless anger. For a second, there was no Alpha, no arrogance, just a man suddenly realizing something had broken.


    I sat there for a moment, legs curled into my chest, my breath shaky as Ethan stared at me in stunned silence. My face was tear–streaked, my mouth dry. But I didn’t look away. I had


    nothing else left to lose.


    He looked like he wanted to say something, but no words came


    out.


    I sniffled and turned my head away. “I’m hungry.”


    He blinked. “What?”


    “I haven’t eaten anything since morning.” My voice was hoarse.


    “Get me some food.”


    He looked at me strangely, but then nodded slowly. “There’s a supermarket about thirty minutes from here. I’ll go get


    something.”


    “We’re out of gas,” I reminded him coldly.


    Ethan ran a hand through his hair in frustration, ncing


    toward the dashboard. “I’ll walk!”


    “Can you even walk with that wound?”


    He scowled at me, probably because I dared to bring up the gash he’d gotten during one of his showy fights a few weeks back.


    “It’s fine.”


    “Yeah,” I muttered. “Alpha genes and all.”


    He reached for the door but then turned back. “Don’t try


    anything stupid while I’m gone. I’m locking the car!”


    My heart jumped, but I only nodded and watched him hobble away, favoring his right leg. The moment he disappeared into the trees and the sound of his footsteps faded, I pulled myself


    into the backseat. The door gave way under my trembling


    fingers. Thank God.


    I crawled out the back, my injured leg scraping against the edge


    of the door. I winced but bit back a cry.


    Then I ran or limped, really–pushing through the bushes in the opposite direction from where Ethan had gone. My breaths came in quick, shallow puffs as the pain shot up my thigh, but I


    didn’t stop.


    There was a hill just beyond the tree line. It wasn’t tall, but it was steep and full of wild shrubs. I dug my fingers into the


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    ground and pulled myself up, branch by branch, twig by twig, until I found a patch of thick vegetation near the top. It was dry,


    but dense enough to hide me.


    I pulled out my second phone and texted Ava:“Location sent. He’s gone for food. I’m hiding near the hill, west of the road.


    Come fast.”


    She replied almost immediately:“Don’t worry, just stay low. It would take around 35 mins minimum to reach you. And, don’t


    go farther.”


    I curled up tighter, clutching the phone. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My skin still felt invaded, my breath wouldn’t steady. I rubbed at my arms even though the night air wasn’t cold. My thoughts wouldn’t quiet. I wanted to scream and rip off every trace of him that had touched me.


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