Chapter 32: Territorial Confrontation–1
Chapter 32: Territorial Confrontation
(Ethan’s POV)
40 Ponts 2
Pain exploded through my body as I flew through the air. Three meters up, then sliding another meter across the rough pavement. The impact knocked the wind from
my lungs.
“f**k!” I cursed, struggling to get to my feet.
My blue eyes darkened with murderous rage as I glared at the man who had kicked me. Connor Rivers. The Alpha from Riverdale.
What the hell was he doing here with Olivia?
Then I spotted it–the watch on his wrist. My blood ran cold as I recognized the Timber Wolf Chronograph. I’d seen Olivia pack it in her suitcase before she left Harbor City. The expensive timepiece I’d assumed was for some relative.
It was a gift for him. For this man.
My stomach twisted into knots as Olivia stepped forward and took Connor’s hand.
Her face was calm, emotionless.
“Didn’t you ask me why there’s no chance for us to get back together?” she said coolly. “Now I’ll tell you. This is my fiancé. So, can you get lost now?”
Fiancé? The word hit me like another physical blow.
“No, no!” I felt my eyes burning, a strange pressure building behind them. “You are lying, Olivia. You must be lying.”
Connor’s lips curled with undisguised disdain. His ice–blue eyes were cold as he
looked down at me.
“¡***t,” he muttered,
The humiliation burned through me, but I didn’t care. I staggered forward a few steps,
my voice hoarse with desperation.
“Liv, please, stop making trouble, come back with me, okay?”
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Connor immediately shifted, placing his body between Olivia and me. His protective
stance was unmistakable.
“Get lost,” he said, his tone as icy as a winter gale.
Rage surged through me. Who was he to stand between us?
“Get out of the way!” I barked. “This is between me and her. She is mine, you-”
Before I could finish, his fist smashed into my face with supernatural speed. Pain exploded across my cheek, and I felt the skin bruise instantly.
“f**k your mother!” I cursed, lunging toward him.
Connor calmly set down the thermal container he’d been holding. With deliberate precision, he removed his tie and stepped forward.
What followed was nothing short of humiliating.
His moves were practiced, precise, and ruthless. Each strike connected with painful accuracy. I tried to fight back, but he was too fast, too strong. It was like fighting a
hurricane.
Through my pain, I saw Olivia watching. She stood with her arms crossed, her amber eyes gleaming in the moonlight. She looked… amused. Like she was enjoying the spectacle of my beating.
“Impressive,” I heard her mutter. “I’ll have to ask him to teach me those moves
someday.”
Another blow landed on my ribs. I doubled over, gasping.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” Olivia finally said. “I haven’t had dinner yet.”
Connor stopped immediately. He picked up the thermal container and gently ruffled her honey–brown hair. His touch was possessive yet tender.
“Go eat before it gets cold,” he said softly.
Without sparing me a single glance, Olivia took the container and walked into her
apartment building.
I collapsed on the ground, staring numbly at the starry sky overhead. Pain spread through my chest like countless needles, but it wasn’t from the beating.
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Only now did I fully realize–Olivia had truly left me.
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She was holding another man’s hand, looking only at him with those gentle eyes that once were reserved for me. She was utterly indifferent to my injuries, my humiliation.
The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in my heart.
I felt something wet slide from the corner of my eye into my hair. Tears. I was crying
as my body struggled to heal my physical wounds.
But nothing could heal the wound in my soul.
(Connor’s POV)
I watched the pathetic display of the Grey pack heir lying on the ground. His face was
a mess of bruises, blood trickling from his split lip.
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