The Lycan King’s Stolen Luna: Faking Amnesia to Revenge My Alpha Chapter 09

The Lycan King’s Stolen Luna: Faking Amnesia to Revenge My Alpha Chapter 09

The dessert shop was practically empty.

Weekdays were like that.

The second I walked in, my eyes locked onto the woman sitting in the booth by the glass wall.

Chloe pulled a medical document from her bag and slid it across the table.

“I’m pregnant, Miss Lane.”

“It’s Ethan’s.”

Chloe set her juice down, her hand dropping to stroke her flat stomach. She looked up,

expression a mix of smug triumph and fake desperation.

her

“Can you just let him go? A baby needs a father. I don’t want my child born a bastard. Just look at it

as a charity case…”

I grabbed my water glass and threw the contents straight into her face.

“Why the hell should I do you any favors?”

Chloe bit her lip, her eyes turning red as she glared at me with pure hatred.

“If your kid is a bastard, blame yourself. You’re the shameless bitch who seduced a married man.”

“If you don’t care enough about your own kid to stop being a homewrecker, why should I play nice and give up my spot for you?”

“But Ethan doesn’t even love you anymore! What’s the point of dragging this out?”

Chloe sneered, leaning in. “You want to know what he told me? He said he doesn’t have an ounce of

desire left for you. Even if you stripped naked and lay next to him, he couldn’t get it up.”

“He said looking at you is like looking at a dead end. Life with you is a suffocating drag.”

“If I were you, I’d take whatever looks I had left and find another man. Otherwise, you’re just sentencing yourself to a lifetime of a sexless marriage!”

I thought I was completely numb to Ethan.

But hearing those words still sent a vicious, agonizing ache tearing through my chest.

So that was it.

I didn’t spark a single drop of desire in him anymore.

Being with me was nothing but agony to him.

I set my glass down quietly.

No matter how violently my insides were churning, my face remained absolute stone.

“He wants out of the bond? Tell him to come ask me himself. He’s the cheater. As long as he coughs up enough of a settlement, I’m not unreasonable.”

The mention of a settlement drained the color right out of Chloe’s face.

Then, her eyes flicked to the door.

Catching sight of the man rushing inside, her arrogant malice instantly melted into tearful frailty

“Miss Lane, I know I hurt you. I’m so sorry. But the baby is innocent. It’s a life-I can’t just abort

it.”

“You and Ethan never had kids anyway. If you agree to adopt this baby, you can be its mother! I swear I’ll leave. I’ll go far away and never see Ethan again.”

“I’m begging you, please…”

Chloe scrambled out of her seat and dropped to her knees on the floor.

“I’ll take nothing. All the expensive gifts Ethan gave me-I know they’re marital assets-I’ll give them all back. I just want to keep my baby…”

“What the hell are you doing?”

Ethan’s roar shattered the air. His face was twisted with embarrassment as he marched over and

hauled Chloe to her feet.

I tilted my head up to meet his furious gaze, purposefully exposing my porcelain neck.

The dark, messy marks of a lover’s passion ran all the way down my throat, disappearing into the collar of my shirt.

I did it on purpose.

Chloe had picked a booth with perfect lighting.

Ethan’s angry eyes snagged on the bruises, his brows slamming together.

I caught the exact moment his expression fractured.

Right then, I saw Ryan walk through the door. I stood up and immediately glided past Ethan to meet him. “Baby!”

Hearing me throw out that word made something in Ethan’s chest visibly tighten.

Remembering he was supposed to be playing the amnesia card, he tried to force his usual cold

mask.

But before the insults could leave his mouth, I threw my arms around Ryan.

“Honey, she says she’s pregnant with your baby. Have you been cheating on me behind my back?”

Ryan flicked his eyes over the two of them, instantly reading the room. He wrapped a massive army around my waist, rubbing my back. “The kid isn’t mine.”

“But she showed me the lab report. It says two months.”

I pouted, reaching back to snatch the paper off the table.

Ryan took a casual glance, then looked up at Ethan, a dark, mocking smirk playing on his lips. “Congratulations. You’re going to be a father.”

Ethan froze. A second later, reality slapped him in the face.

“Elena, who the hell are you calling honey?”

I turned my head, looking at him with nothing but confusion and total detachment.

“My mate, obviously.”

“Your… mate?”