Ethan's Daughter Resident Evil Novels & Stories

he added and bit his lower lip showing his seductive smile on his face. “That's not called a whipped!” Izza glared at him. “That's called a horny pervert!” she pouted adorably and dragged him again towards her mother's ward. They had arrived after a few steps and were about to knock on the door but some noises coming from the inside caused the two of them to halt. It was still so early and these people aren't even sleeping at this hour? “Myra, where is your daughter?” There was a woman's voice that seemed to be too familiar for the two persons outside the ward. That was Eve Scott's voice, Ethan's mother.

I was so taken aback by the dramatic scene when I arrived that I failed to realize the first thing that should have happened, was my daughter running to greet me. “Ethan?” I breathe shakily, “Where’s Paisley?” “It serves you right you dumb bitch.” Eve cackles, “I hope she gets kidnapped. I hope -” “Shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you!” Ethan commands, turning me gently towards him.

Ethan stepped away from the table hurriedly, one hand pressed hard to his chest. The knowledge that his daughter had been hurting this whole time, while he stood right there, hit harder than any enemy ever could. And for the first time since Natasha entered his home, Ethan’s wolf finally lifted its head and remembered: I have a daughter. When and how did I forget that? Ethan stepped away from the noise of the conference floor before placing a call to one of Aurora's nannies. Kat answered on the second ring. “Yes, Alpha?” she said, polite and immediate.

"Aunt Eleanor—she’s your biological daughter. You can't put her in a kennel." Iris’s hand tightened on Ethan’s sleeve, her voice a soft, jagged blade. "Why so emotional, Ethan? Is it because you still love her?" The room turned to ice. Ethan’s gaze flicked to Evelyn. For a split second, he looked like the boy she had once loved—the one who had promised to protect her forever. But then his eyes took in her sallow skin, her ragged clothes, and the dark rumors that clung to her like a shroud. The man who had once been her world looked away. "I don’t," he said, his voice flat. "I just... I feel sorry for her."

she said finally. "About what?" "About being relieved that she's dead. About the fact that part of me is glad she can never threaten Luna Rose again, even though I know she was someone's daughter too. Someone who deserved better than the life she was given." Ethan was quiet for a moment, his hand stroking her hair with gentle repetition. "You're allowed to feel relieved that the person who tried to murder you and our daughter is no longer a threat," he said finally. "That doesn't make you cruel or heartless. It makes you human."

He was obviously exhausted, but never wanted to give up. "We’re going to find them," he assured her, like how he’d done for the past couple of days. "I promise we will save our daughter." Michelle only nodded her head, and Ethan went back to what he was doing, determined to find their daughter. It didn’t take long before Ethan finally pointed his index finger at the CCTV footage of the basement. His eyes widened as he said, "That’s them! That’s my daughter!"

I shuffled forward as I swept my angry gaze across the room. However, everyone seemed hellbent on keeping their poker face, slightly bowing their heads in silence. Right, it was not technically in their place to offer me an explanation. I faced Ethan directly. His flickering amber-green eyes met mine with a level of intensity that made the room feel smaller. “Well then,” he said calmly, “Let's get into it, Daughter of Gaiyetre.“ “Daughter of Gaiyetre?“ I muttered under my breath as he talked.

I said. “You are Everett’s daughter?” He asked. I could see a change in his demeanour as soon as he got confirmation who I was. Deep down I didn’t think my father would actually be right about my mate rejecting me. But maybe he was. But why would me being Everett’s daughter have anything to do with it? I was starting to get a little confused. “Yeah.” I say, getting butterflies in my stomach. Suddenly, I didn’t like where this was going. “I saw you come in with Ryker. But I thought you were just another pack member. Not his sister. Honestly, I thought Ryker was an only child.” Ethan says. And I nodded my head at that.

Ethan said gruffly. He moved from the corner, approaching the monitor. He stared at the grainy image for a long time. Emily watched him, expecting disgust. This was the "abomination" Ryan had rejected. But Ethan didn't look disgusted. He looked... transfixed. He reached out a hand, hovering it near the screen without touching it. "It has a strong heartbeat," he murmured. "Yes," Emily said softly. Ethan looked at her then. The violet fire in his eyes had dimmed to a simmering coal. "Ryan Evans is a fool," he repeated, with more venom than before. "To throw this away."

Do you like. Before Ethan could finish, a cold voice cut him off. "So this is why you didn't come home. Hiding here to flirt." I turned around. Ava was standing at the shop entrance, holding Dad's arm. Dad stared at Ethan's hoodie, his face darkening. I knew he had already decided Ethan was some kind of delinquent just because he was not in uniform. My heart tightened. "Dad, I'm not dating anyone..." I tried to hide the gift bag, but Ava snatched it from my hand.