Ethan Cutkosky Relationships Novels & Stories

"You guys don't know the half of it—she used to be some big-shot socialite back in the capital. Probably knows every trick in the book to wrap men around her finger." Jason suddenly turned to Ethan. "Right, Ethan? You run the capital—ever heard of the legendary Joy before?" Ethan's eyes darkened and settled on me. His voice, barely restrained and thick with fury, cut through the room. "Never heard of her." Ten years of shared childhood. Four years of mate bond. All wiped out in four words. The cold wine soaked through my skin, making me shiver, but I didn't move. I forced a smile. "Thank you, Alpha Jason, for the punishment."

I blurted out, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Isabella," he said, his voice tinged with annoyance. "An old friend. We used to…date." "Used to?" I asked, a knot forming in my stomach. He looked at me, his gaze searching mine. "It was a long time ago," he said softly. "Before the expectations, the pressure of family." The mention of family sent a wave of apprehension through me. William Kingsley loomed large in the back of my mind,his disapproval a constant threat.

After saying that, Ethan bent down and wiped the blood off my face with his gloves. The paleness of my face and the grayish discoloration of my body formed a tragic contrast, and my arms had stiffened in the way they had been posed while carrying my pup. Overall, it painted a creepy yet funny image, and Toby barely glanced at it before bursting into laughter. "When did you and Joyce hook up, Ethan? Don't you know that seducing the pack Luna is a grave offense?" He glanced coldly over Ethan before adding, "Was Joyce counting on you to save her? No wonder she wanted to escape by climbing through the skylight the other day! Did the two of you plan this?

As my turn comes, Ethan gets busy with some drawings that a staff gave him. They suggested to highlight my hairs but I didn't wanted to experiment anything. So I just got haircut. I make sure that my hairs are neither too short nor too long in length. And in the end it reaches to the little lower to the middle of my back with slight curls at the end. Ethan kisses my hairs after he looks at me. His hairs are dark brown color just like Lucas. We come back to house and start decorating the backyard with floral arrangements. Some of Emma's co-workers helps us too.

I felt the heat of Luca’s gaze on the back of my neck until we rounded the corner into the noise and the light of the living room. The party had reached its peak. The air was thick with the scent of expensive gin and the hum of thirty different conversations. As Hannah led me toward the patio doors, a tall, broad-shouldered guy with messy blonde hair and a contagious grin intercepted us. "Hannah! I thought I’d have to fight through the rowing team just to say hi," he laughed, pulling her into a brief, familiar hug. "Ethan!" Hannah squealed, her face lighting up. "Emma, this is Ethan. Our families have been neighbors since we were in diapers. He’s basically the brother I actually like."

Teresa murmured. After hearing her remarks, I burst out laughing. I saw Ethan concentrating on his book. But I might argue that his focus was not on the book and that he was thinking about something else. He was a reserved person. We were familiar with each other. Not only was my father his father's beta, but he was also his father's closest buddy. But Ethan had a past. Ethan was not the son of our current Alpha, Neil Iversen. He was the son of Alpha Neil's brother, Evan Iversen.

Why should I have tied myself down so early in life? By my sophomore year, a few old high school friends came to visit us in Massachusetts. That was the first time in years I heard anything about Ethan. One of them mentioned that Ethan had broken up with Sylvia not long after starting college. Apparently, he'd had a few more short-lived relationships since then. "You wouldn’t even recognize him now. He’s got that real Don vibe going on," they said with a chuckle. I just smiled, feeling oddly detached. Hearing his name no longer stirred anything in me.

Ethan thought for a moment. When he came up with a brilliant idea that could be used to cover up the true relationship between himself and his two saviors, he almost shouted with joy. "I think ... he'll keep targeting me as long as he's still involved with Louise. But ... at least I can relax a little thanks to their help," Ethan explained. The people Ethan was referring to were, of course, Xavier and Joss. Nicholas looked at his friend strangely, as if suspicious that he was hiding something from him.

"Are you mad boy!" Ethan said standing between Jake and me, I adjusted my stance ready for anything and I watched Jake suddenly retreat. "What is she doing here Dad" he huffed, as Ethan stood beside me, wrapping his hands around me, "Emily and I are in a relationship," Ethan said with a smirk on his face. Jake squeezed his face almost disfiguring it as he glared at me, "You really have no shame do you?" he spat. "Is this why you came?" Ethan interrupted, honestly even if he didn't, I had no plans of answering that stupid question.

"I meant, did you both have a relationship, or is he still cold to you?" "Elora. That night was a mistake. Ethan is still committed to his fiancée, and she came over to have lunch with him. So, you see, I cannot have a relationship with him. Ethan almost blacklisted a staff member who slapped me for accidentally stepping on her feet during lunch," I recounted, and Elora ignited her car and drove off. "Seriously? Ethan is still with his fiancée?" Elora inquired, her hold on her steering wheel tightened. I dared not tell Elora that Ethan asked me to kiss him for letting Mary go. That would make her blow things out of proportion.