All Chapters of Sweet Evil Fangs: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Pack up.”I nearly leaped out of my skin as Ethan slammed his hands onto the table.My bowl of cereal skittered across the wood, milk splashing over the rim and spraying my face. I squeezed my eyes shut for a long moment, feeling the cool liquid drip down my cheek.When I opened them, I didn’t yell. I simply set my jaw and leveled a cold, hard glare at him.Ethan flinched. He backed away slightly, his hands raised in a half-hearted gesture of surrender. I rolled my eyes, reached for a napkin, and began dabbing the milk from my face and chest with deliberate, slow movements.“Ethan, what did I tell you about the violence?” I asked.He let out a sigh and muttered a curse under his breath, which drew my gaze back to his.He bit his lower lip, his expression a mask of irritation.He pulled out a chair and sat across from me, his fingers drumming a frantic, impatient rhythm on the tabletop. I raised an eyebrow, silently demanding that he find his center.Ethan was still at war with himself

Allen stepped inside, his eyes scanning every corner of the room.When his gaze landed on Ethan, the air turned brittle.Ethan stood abruptly, eyes sharp as blades and a low growl vibrating in his chest. I pleaded with him silently, desperate for him to sit. Ethan hated strangers—especially those in uniform—but if he exposed himself now, we were dead.“Please,” I mouthed. Our eyes locked in a silent power struggle until, with a harsh exhale, Ethan slumped back onto the couch and looked away.I turned to Allen.He was taller, his expression unreadable and stoic, radiating an authority that made me feel like I was falling apart inside. He studied my face for a long moment before faking a cough and reaching into his pocket.“I believe this is yours.”My jaw dropped as he handed me my ID card. I couldn’t remember where I’d lost it.“A taxi driver ran into me,” Allen explained. “He wanted to return it to the owner. Fortunately, that’s you.”A deafening silence followed. Ethan grunted behind

“His condition is stable now. He can be discharged.”I nearly cried with relief right in front of the doctor.I took his hand and shook it, unable to find the words to express how grateful I was.The doctor grinned and gave a nod before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. I looked at Ethan. He was staring out the window with his arms crossed. I sat beside him and gently stroked his hair.“Ethan, I’m getting you out of here. Aren’t you happy?” I whispered.I reached out to touch his cheek, but he recoiled and looked away. A sharp pain hit my chest. I was completely confused by his reaction.“Ethan, look at me.” I stood up and moved around the bed, blocking his view of the window.He kept his head down, his eyes hidden behind his messy hair. I raised my hand to touch him again, but he spoke before I could.“Leave me alone, Natasha,” he grumbled.His voice sent a chill through my entire body. I froze, staring at him in disbelief. Was he serious? My hands hovered in mid-air, sha

“What did you say?”The leader looked at Ethan, his eyes heavy and menacing.His jaw tightened as he stepped forward, tilting his head to the left while inspecting Ethan from head to toe.Ethan didn’t move. He stared back at the man, his expression completely blank.“E-Ethan…” I whispered.I caught his attention, even though I knew he wouldn’t look at me. The dullness in his eyes and the dark circles underneath made me step back, a knot forming in my throat.I shook my head, praying silently that he wouldn’t shift here—not in front of these maniacs. They could sue him; they weren’t afraid to tell the world what he was.“I said…” Ethan took a step forward, hands in his pockets, his gaze filtering through each of them.I called his name again, pleading, but the man holding my arms shoved me aside, nearly sending me to the ground.They were all focused on Ethan now, and I couldn’t see him from where I stood. I tried to push through them, but one of the men shoved my shoulder.I dropped to

I was not my usual self while preparing breakfast this morning.After spending days in the hospital, I was finally discharged, and now I’m here alone in this modest house.I haven’t seen Ethan for days. I have no idea where he might be.However, my mind is drifting elsewhere, and I couldn’t rest for days because of the nightmares haunting me.I couldn’t even blink or close my eyes for five minutes. All I see is that frightful scene that keeps replaying in my mind. The guilt sneaked through my system until it consumed all my willpower, and now I couldn’t think straight.I know it’s neither of our faults, but still, we failed to protect our unborn child. I can’t live forever with this guilt I am carrying. Each time I try to shut my eyes, my body trembles with agitation.Sometimes I see myself crying on the floor, begging for it to stop. It’s like bottling up all my feelings in one container, and now that I can’t take it anymore, it explodes.The pieces scatter all over the floor, making