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I shouldn't have asked, huh. “Ohh… nothing, I didn't mean to upset you, we can talk about something else,” I responded, my tone soft, hoping he wouldn't be so mad. “I'm not upset Ethan,” he said, his gaze now back on me, “I just… that's not what I expected, and it's complicated anyway but yes Rose and I are over.” he said, his hands back to his spoon, fidgeting around his leftovers. Damn, I know I should feel sad right now, seeing the one I love in such a state, but I can't help but be delighted, my entire soul singing joyfully right now.

"I pair the co-captains together. No exceptions. Now get your bags on the bus." Ethan's fingers clamped tight around the edges of the plastic key, his jaw clenching so hard it ached. He was utterly, completely annoyed with the arrangement. It was infuriating. He had finally, definitively made up his mind to stop incessantly entangling himself with Marcus Hale. The secret, desperate bathroom hookups, the blurred lines of their dynamic, the constant emotional whiplash that left his chest aching-he was completely, entirely done. He needed to draw a hard, permanent line to protect his own sanity. But the universe, and his coach, apparently had a twisted, sadistic sense of humor, locking him righ

Thinking back to how openly and pridefully Melody admitted about her indecent relationship with another man, he furrowed his eyebrows. He then turned to Ethan and asked. "Cut the bullshit. What was with that photo you sent?" Ethan shrugged. "What else do you want it to be? I just took it when I saw it." Christopher could not retort against that, which only worsened his mood. "And you were just watching them?! They were clearly about to kiss! Why didn't you stop them?"

Lucian roared, but he couldn't force his Alpha to do anything. Ethan had just stepped outside when his phone rang. "Are you Maya's brother? I’m her friend. I haven't been able to reach Maya for days now. Can you—" "How should I know where she is!" Ethan snarled, cutting them off. "Stop bothering me! I don't give a damn if she's dead or alive!" Then he hung up. He jabbed at the screen, firing off a message: [Had enough of your tantrum yet? If you don't show up at Lyra's coming-of-age ceremony, I'll kill you.]

Dave said, offering Ethan his hand to shake. Ethan shook Dave's hand, "Alpha Ethan, from the Crescent Pack. I know you're my wife's ex-husband, Cora told me, but not too much. It seems she doesn't want to bring up the past with me either," Ethan said. They both nodded at each other. "Okay, well, I like this peace, the past is the past. I'm glad to see you guys can finally get along," Alexander said, clapping his hands. "Oh yes, what is your business with me, Alpha Dave? Normally, I would come to you, not the other way around. If there was nothing important," Alexander said again.

She gasped with fake indignation, “How could you, Bruce? You and I both know that it’s a touchy subject for him.” “But it’s true, she would never…” “And you know that how? Did she tell you that herself?” “Look Dr. Owens, you're nothing but a guest here so you know nothing about their relationship. I request that you stay out of this as a stranger.” Cassidy clenched her fists to contain her anger while her face maintained her initial expression. “Absolutely not! I might be a stranger to their relationship but I’m Ethan’s friend and Doctor.” She sashayed closer to Bruce, “Who has his best interests at heart and I had assumed you were the same.”

"Do I look like someone who's short of money?" I gazed solemnly at him. "I'm aware you're amazing, and I also know why you've given up on yourself. However, if you use methods like these to get revenge on the people who don't care for you, you're the only one who'll end up hurt." He turned wary. "Did you look into me?" I had vaguely heard about Ethan's family situation. Ethan's father—Alan Knight—was a venture capitalist who, after divorcing Ethan's mother, remarried a young model.

“How can you support her?” Kendrick shot him a cold, sharp glare, “Ethan, does your Dad know you are out here ruining his chance of becoming Chicago Council Leader?” The air shifted. Ethan stiffened, his fury flickering into fear. Kendrick was his father's younger step brother, of course he would know how to shut him up. Ethan swallowed his furry, eventually turning away. “I am better now, let me…” Kendrick swept her off her feet, making her words catch in her throat, her entire body stiffening.

My mind whirred as fast as the wheels beneath us. Rossetti had come after a cop. But not just any cop. Ethan. The one I’d met in a cafe to discuss various deals. Twice now. The one who’d befriended my wife. The one who’d once been my brother.

“Tsk. That’s for me,” “You can cut more,” Ethan said in his gobbled voice. Senior Francis shook his head and picked more fruits to cut. After all, he was cutting the fruits for Ethan, just posing in front of his wife and son. “So what’s going on?” Senior Francis asked. “Nothing much. Actually…” Ethan remembered Jake’s wedding invitation. His parents knew Jake. They actually knew all of his friends, including Arthur and his relationship with their son. “What is it?” Ethan’s mother joined them for a breather from her continuous cooking preparation since morning.