Ethan Wacker Relationship Novels & Stories

I had been trying to forget how Ethan was with me in the past, and Lacy was bringing it up again. "It's a long story," I said, and Lacy stayed quiet, staring at me and waiting for me to continue. "Ethan thought that Jane was going to be his mate because she was the Beta's daughter. He was in love with me, but he thought it would be best to get in with Jane since he thought she was his mate. He was hoping he would fall for her and forget about me, but that never happened. He never stopped loving me, and he couldn't stand her. He was happy when he found out I was his mate and not Jane," I said, and Lacy laughed.

“Well here’s what you need to know. His name is Ethan. He and I never dated. We were fuck buddies for two years because we both had people we were in love with who didn’t want us. But Ethan got his girl and we broke it off. Fast forward to this day, Aisha called to tell me that Diane-- Ethan’s fiancee- had run away and that she told Ethan I was married. She likely said some bad things about you so he’s come to the pack with her for god knows what reason other than to start a fight.” I immediately hit the brakes. A dangerous maneuver but I couldn’t drive steadily with the information she just gave me. “I’m sorry, what? He’s here? You two were just fuck buddies? Do you mean having sex steadily

Ethan smiled and replied, “Please continue supporting my work.” He then got into the car without saying a word. After getting in the car, Ethan’s agent scolded him angrily, “Why didn’t you explain clearly that you and Miss Alberich are just ex-classmates and have been ordinary friends for many years? If you don’t explain things clearly, they will continue making assumptions about your relationship.” Ethan looked out the window and ignored his agent’s words. He did it on purpose. He did not explain himself and deliberately made it difficult for everyone to speculate about the relationship between him and Silvia.

“Kira! Come in. He’s been asking about you all morning.” Ethan was propped up on the couch, looking much better than the last time I’d seen him—color back in his cheeks, though he still moved carefully. The stress from the family confrontation and the leaked video had hit him hard, but he was recovering steadily now. “There she is,” he said, grinning as I hugged him carefully. “The woman making New York headlines. How’s the sugar daddy treating you?”

Aria sometimes forgets, that there is still a harder life to live. "I'm so sorry for your wife!" "Thanks, it's been a long time. It was years ago. Since then, I have never had a relationship with any woman, I mean not married!” “Wow, your wife must be a very good woman!” “Of course, I think so too” Ethan bit his lower lip. He wasn't sure what he was answering. His past still feels hazy to him. Even so, he has already passed it to be better for the future. The remaining mistakes will eventually be buried.

He was more startled when I held his hand on the table. "Walter has a fiancée, and you met her already. Do you think Wendy would give him up for me? Obviously, no. Wendy would fight for Walter no matter what it takes. Ethan, on the other hand, is getting married soon, and about Chris—he's like a brother to me." I didn't even know why I was saying all these things to him, why I wanted to assure him that I didn't have any romantic involvement with my guy friends. I just found myself doing and saying so because I felt like it was some of a responsibility.

He’d completely forgotten I was allergic to venison. And now I find out he’s been living with Amber Collins in the mansion I bought for him, without me knowing. And he was trying to kick me, his actual mate, out. All those hours I'd spent driving here, travel-worn and full of hope, now felt like a cruel joke. A desecration of the mate bond. Actually, the signs had been there all along. After we graduated from the pack academy, Ethan didn’t want to stay and build his life in my family’s territory. He insisted on moving, miles away, to this city where humans and werewolves lived side-by-side.

Ethan’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white against the leather. “Are you sure about this?” I asked. “No,” he admitted. “But we don’t have many choices.” When we arrived at the meeting spot—a small, secluded café—Whitaker was already waiting. He sat at a corner table, a confident smirk on his face as we approached. “Ethan,” he said smoothly. “And Emma. How lovely to see you again.” “Cut the pleasantries,” Ethan said, sitting across from him. “Do you have anything for us?”

, she said apologetically while Ethan gestured for her to leave the office. “You should apologize for barging into my office that way. I’ve told you severally, if you want to meet me, then do it responsibly”, Ethan said sternly while Wilson smirked and broke into loud laughter. Wilson was a friend of Ethan and the direct assistant to Ethan’s father. They had gotten separated after Ethan and his family moved into another city. However, luck shone on them the moment they realized that they had gotten jobs that would ensure they meet each other more often.

She couldn’t deny that, regardless of his status, Alaric was indeed a good partner in bed. Most of the time, he catered to her emotions in bed. Being with him made Emerald feel comfortable; otherwise, their relationship wouldn’t have lasted this long. But life wasn’t a book or a TV drama. She knew their relationship wouldn’t end well, especially given his status. Not to mention, he was James’s father, so she had to distance herself from him. When she arrived at her condo, she found Ethan outside the building, seemingly waiting for her. He was leaning against a large tree, smoking a cigarette, as if he had been there for a while.