Ethan Winters X Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

But the apartment was barely 900 square feet, and there wasn't much to search for. He couldn't believe that I had really left. In that moment, it felt like something had drained the strength from his entire body. He slumped onto the couch, defeated. The Breaking Mate Bond Agreement lay quietly on the table, like a sentence waiting to be handed down. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He picked up immediately. "Alpha Ethan, thank you for the gift you bought for Liam. As a thank-you, he'd like to invite you to dinner tomorrow." It was Mira's voice, not mine. The smile on Ethan's face froze.

I have a feeling that this year is going to be an even wilder winter. *The End*

Chapter 30: Shadows of the Past Ethan paced the length of his study, the sleek, modern room dimly lit except for the glow of his laptop screen. The name Daniel Winters repeated in his head like a mantra, each syllable sharpening his resolve. Whoever this man was, he had made a grave mistake. "Jake," Ethan barked into his phone. "I need everything on a Daniel Winters. Every record, every connection, every debt. I don’t care how you get it just make it fast."

I was so lost in my angst that the sudden commotion at the door jolted me from my reverie. In a flurry typical of my youngest brother's gang, Braxton, Luca, Noah, and Eva stormed into the office, their presence a whirlwind of energy and secrets, clutching two mismatched suitcases and a bulging bag. My irritation turned into realization—these weren’t ordinary pieces. They carried a signature scent, one that drifted through the air like a tempting ghost. Winter.

The eyes that used to look at me with arrogance were now bloodshot and filled with pathetic desperation. I frowned, my hand instantly resting on the silver dagger at my waist. "Ethan? How did you get past the Winterborn barrier? Did the sentries not shoot you down like a wild dog?" Ethan flinched. His voice sounded like sandpaper scraping against stone. "I... I hid in the drainage sewers for three days and nights... Selena, please don't call the guards. I just want to talk to you." Beside me, I felt Damon’s muscles instantly coil tight. A terrifying wave of Killing Intent condensed around him, causing the temperature in the clearing to plummet.