Novel & Cerita Ethan Cutkosky Death

He'd been kind to me, one of the few who didn't look at me like I might be contagious. From the other end of the phone, Blackstone sighed heavily: "Your father insisted he only said a blessing." His voice was tired, defeated. "He repeated it a hundred times during questioning." "We have no evidence linking Ethan's death to him." A pause. "No witnesses heard what he whispered." "According to pack law, we had to let him go." Another sigh. "I'm sorry, Skye. I tried to hold him longer." He lowered his voice to warn me, his tone suddenly urgent:

I shoved it into my pocket. "Noah?" The voice came from the dark behind me. I spun around, my dagger out. Ethan was sitting under a willow tree, his hands outspread. His face was a mask of weeping burns. The white bandage I’d tied over his eyes was already soaked through with yellow fluid and blood. "Is he..." Ethan’s voice trailed off. "He's dead, Ethan." "Did he tell them?" "No." I stood up, wiping my hands on my leather trousers. "He died with my name on his lips. But he told them we died in the fire."

"Thank you mate. This is hard on you." When I hear Ethan Carter’s deep alpha voice, my eyes get wet again. I don't say anything, but his wolf can feel my sadness through the phone link. "Do you want to cry, Collins?" he asks with a rough voice. "I am driving to see you right now! The hockey office doesn't matter." I take a deep breath. "I am okay. I just feel super sick thinking about how our pup almost died from that food. I can't think about how much it would hurt to lose him. I just can't..."

" Ethan honks at a sluggish car before overtaking and almost colliding with a bicycle. "Also, evidence of money laundering and bribes alongside murders he had committed were present at the scene. That same night at his family vacation house, at about 9 p.m. two bodies identified as his second son Chrollo Sylvester and a man rumoured to be the late Silas Tangshou was found..."" The car screeched to a halt. I would have slammed my chest into the car if not for the seat belt. "What are you doing?! We need to get to that press conference now!"

Ethan's voice was low. Liam tightened his grip on the steering wheel. In fact, anyone with keen insight knew that Ethan's mother's death was very suspicious. If it was just an allergy back then, how could she have suddenly died so tragically? Ethan requested an autopsy, but, as her husband, Howard disagreed. Back then, Ethan was not yet of legal age and couldn't shake Howard's authority. Since Ethan wasn't married, he never received the shares left by Mr. Douglas Sr. and his mother, so Howard never truly realized how distant and independent Ethan was. But now, Howard had to face the grim truth.

A little boy she had carried, loved, and lost without ever knowing his face, his cry, his name. “I can’t believe that my son died,” she whispered, voice breaking. “Are you sure, Ethan? Are you absolutely sure?” Ethan’s expression softened with sorrow. He leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead with gentle fingers. “Yes, Cecilia,” he said quietly. “He didn’t survive. I’m so sorry. I didn’t make his proper burial because I wanted you to be safe that time. The chaos after the crash… I was terrified Adrian or Isabel would find you. When I talked to the hospital department regarding your baby, they already put a burial somewhere in a Chicago cemetery. If you are well enough… le

It was the encrypted line. “Alpha Max, there’s.. something happened,” Ethan’s voice came through, but it was thinner than usual. “What happened?” My hand tightened around the mug, already knowing that there was some bad news he had to say. Silence. Then, “It’s Gabe.” My stomach dropped. Gabe wasn’t just one of my Betas, he was one of the few I’d trust to watch my back with my eyes closed. “What about him?” Ethan exhaled, a sound heavy enough to confirm what I didn’t want to hear. “He’s gone. He was poisoned to death.”

“Mark my words—you’ll lose everything. And when you do, the company will be mine.” He shot me a final glare before turning on his heel and storming out. I let out a shaky breath, my pulse still racing. I hadn’t even realized I was holding it in. “I didn’t know he was related to you,” I muttered, still trying to process the fact that my coworker was also Ethan’s cousin. Ethan’s expression remained unreadable. “Now you do. And it would do you well to ignore him.” I swallowed, nodding. “Who else stays here with you?” I wasn’t sure I was ready for another surprise, but at this point, what else could possibly shock me?

“She chose to protect you. Not him. She knew you would be the one left standing when this became visible and she built you a foundation before she died.” The word foundation sat in the room differently than it had in every conversation before. Ethan was completely still. Bianca reached across and put her hand over his on the table. She did not say anything. She just put it there. He turned his hand over and held it. “Where is my father now,” Ethan said. “He died four years ago,” Oates said. “Two years before the inquiry began. Whether that was coincidence or whether Reeves arranged it is something we have not been able to confirm.” A pause. “I won’t pretend that’s a comfortable thing to hear

We decided he was one of the good ones so decided to give him a befitting traditional werewolf funeral. Time flew past and soon, it was Saturday. The first time I saw Ethan, I almost ran away. He was so different from the one I knew. He was ashy and he just looked lifeless with a black hole around his chest. That was the highest proof that it was murder. The silver was concentrated around his heart suggesting it was stabbed in direct in the area.