Ethan Winters Novels & Stories

The truth would come, but not like this—not in anger, not as a weapon. When he discovered I was once Summer, his Luna, his mate, I wanted it to be because his heart had already accepted me back. "What is it?" Alexander snapped, his patience clearly wearing thin. "What about her?" Ethan cleared his throat, pivoting smoothly. "Strictly speaking, Miss Winters is Thea's guest. If Thea wakes up and finds her gone, she'll likely be upset again tomorrow." He was trying to help me stay. My heart swelled with gratitude.

I never doubted for even a second that the two of them would always be there for me. Now as I stand on the same edge, just six months later, I am without them both. Wilder, because of a horrible twist of fate, was forever taken from me. Wyatt, though, he is gone from me and it's my own damn fault. Over the last two week, ever since Thanksgiving, it's been colder in my house than the December wind outside. I look down at the light dusting of snow, that is so rare in Alabama and I could almost believe it's a sign from Wilder. “You thinking about jumping?”

Ethan's voice dropped into a dark, gravelly snarl that echoed off the walls like a death sentence. "You want to know what your sweet little future Luna did?" Ethan growled, his knuckles turning white as he shook Vivian like a ragdoll. Every syllable was soaked in venom. "She bypassed pack security. She took funds from my territory. And she used that device to hire an underground syndicate of rogue mercenaries to ambush my mate in an alleyway." Lady Cheryl gasped, her hands trembling over her mouth. "What... what did you say?" "You heard me!" Ethan roared, his golden eyes blazing with unbridled fury as he stared down at the sobbing woman in his hand. "Ruby Winters is alive. She is in Oakhaven

I was thinking about something else. "So, your name is Ethan?" I asked him, looking directly at his eyes. "Why did you lie to me? Why were you hiding your name?" I was feeling kind of betrayed as I spoke to him. I looked at him. He tried to open up his mouth to say something but it was already enough for me... "I'm going at the stream. I need to take a walk! You don't have to worry that I am gonna escape! I don’t have wings like Mr. Fatso!"

"Fare." After stuffing it, he walked cheerfully towards Evelyn and the others. The four of them walked into the entrance door with laughter and harmony, leaving Ethan alone in the cold night air. He stood there, maintaining the same posture for a long time, his wolf whining softly beneath his skin. The sound of their laughter echoed in the hallway, a stark reminder of his isolation. Stepping inside, Olivia Winters immediately noticed the change. She hadn't had time to clean, so she contacted the territory management to find a cleaning service.

"I am Ethan Ring. Twenty-three years old, but turning 24 this year, on the 14th of February. I studied here in my 1st semester as well. That's all," Ethan said as he sat down, still not taking his eyes off of Chad, who had been grinning.

It was Ethan talking, well, I didn't want to hear more, as I knew he would just do anything to make Damian look bad. “Even his employees went against him,” Ava cried. “We believe in justice and request that Mr. Winters, no matter how much it’s hurting us, must be punished for his crimes,” Ethan said. I couldn’t take it anymore; I needed to face him; I needed to make him confess; I couldn’t just watch him lie against Damian like that, so I snatched Ava’s phone, then ran towards my car and instructed my driver to drive straight to The Winters Enterprise.

The suite in the West Wing was silent, save for the crackling of the fire Dr. Vane had insisted on lighting. Emily sat by the window, staring out at the courtyard below. She was watching her husband. Ethan stood in the center of the snowy garden, surrounded by a group of Ancient Alphas. He looked exhausted—his shoulders slumped, his gestures sharp and irritable. He had been managing the fallout of the Red Valley disaster for twelve hours straight. Then, she appeared.

​Because I wasn't alone. ​"I’m telling you, he once spent three hours trying to track down a rogue squirrel because he thought it was a spy from the neighboring pack," Ethan laughed, his shoulders bouncing under his leather jacket. "The guy has zero chill. He’s had a stick up his ass since he was twelve." ​A genuine, breathless laugh escaped my lips. "Please tell me you have pictures of that." ​"Somewhere in the old archive room, absolutely. I’ll dig them out for you," Ethan said, giving me a warm, easy smile. He walked with a lazy grace, hands shoved into his pockets, totally the opposite of Jaxson.

Dodging her attempt, I swatted her hand away. “Hey! No touch!” “But you’re just so cute. You look like you’re drowning in that sweatshirt. I can’t help it.” Rolling my eyes, I walked around and up the stairs. Ethan was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest, and shaking his head. “She gets like this the colder it gets. She loves the winter time.” I smiled and shrugged. “It’s fine. My brother is the same way. He would say it was finally cool enough to not go shirtless in our room and I know he did it just to annoy the hell out of me.”