Ethan Winters X Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

"He is conniving with his half brother, Mattias." "Who in freaking hell is Mattias? And from where did this man come from?" I yelled. Luke makes the decision to disclose the known fact about this other character in our story. "Mattias is also Dimitri Wilson's son but from another woman." And that does it for me. In light of this fact, Ethan seems to have been able to keep track of the Wilson brothers' plans and schemes from the beginning. I locked my gaze on Ethan and, without warning, yanked him by the collar, startling both his capo and underboss in the process.

Adina let out a long sigh. “A few years ago, there were some rumors about Duke Winters wanting to marry Dew. I thought those were just rumors,” Ethan said, voice deep. “In this case, the Daugherty family still has a good relationship with the Winters family. Although they are not connected by marriage, the Winters family is at least willing to lend a hand to the Daugherty family when they are down. This is worth thinking over.”

Victoria crossed to answer it, and I had exactly two seconds to compose my face before she reappeared with Ethan Reeves framed in the doorway, camera bag slung over one shoulder, dark coat open over a navy henley, hair slightly damp like he’d showered in a hurry. He looked good. Annoyingly good. And for one stupid, disloyal second all I could think was Tommy never looked nervous before anything. Ethan does. “Hi,” Ethan said. “Hi.” Victoria beamed at him like she’d been waiting her whole life to meet a polite young man with a camera. “Ethan, right? Sloane’s photographer.” His mouth twitched. “That makes me sound much more glamorous than I am.” Dad came around the island and shook his hand. “R

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.

“The two of you can’t both be right.” “I know,” Jax said. “That’s the problem.” He picked up the tablet again, the denial still clean and controlled in the air between them. Ethan walked away from the stands without another word. Tyler caught up with him near the exit. “You look like someone just dropped a weight on you.” “Two different stories about the same season,” Ethan said. “Marcus is certain Jax sabotaged the scholarship. Jax is just as certain he didn’t and both of them are calm and fixed on their version.”

“That’s a good word for it. I think they’re screaming.” He looked back at me. “You like that?” “Sometimes. When it’s honest.” He studied me for a long beat. Like he was trying to decide if I was real or just some performance piece. Then, quietly: “You talk about art like it matters.” “It does,” I said simply. “At least to me.” He didn’t reply right away. Just kept looking. I felt my cheeks heat up. “I’m Ethan, by the way.” A pause. Then, so low I almost missed it: “Dmitri.”

“Mr. Harrison, any comments about the United States victory last season?” Ethan’s eyes never left mine, and he smirked. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” he replied calmly. “Canada tends to crush every bad thing on its path.” A few guests laughed, thinking he was joking. But I knew he wasn't, he was dead serious. His fingers were curled tight at his sides, and he stood still. Geneva followed my gaze. “Why do you two look like you’re about to kill each other? Just ignore him.” “It’s hockey, Geneva, I can't ignore anyone,” I said lightly. But it wasn’t. If I wanted to, I could ignore Ethan, but where was the fun in that?

Dimitri glared, annoyance etched on his face. He ignored her hand, leaving Emilia feeling awkward. Emilia withdrew it, her smile faltering. Dimitri stepped closer, eyes boring into hers. "I, Dimitri River, reject Emilia Danvers Thompson as my mate." Emilia's heart sank, the rejection stinging. Her wolf whimpered, wounded. Hot tears streamed down Emilia's face as her wolf whined at their mate's rejection. Her body felt aflame, the pain excruciating, like a thousand knives piercing her soul.

“And nothing of it would concern me…” That was what I told myself as Ethan's voice lowered and settled into my memory. That this was his history, his guikt. His unfinished business, I was only standing near it because I lhad feelings for him, not because it was mine to bear. Ethan did not look up as he continued speaking. “There was a winter.” He said quietly, his gaze fixed on somewhere beyond the grain of the table. “When she stopped waiting by the window.”

Celeste was inside, doing one final sweep of the apartment. The air was brisk and quiet, filled only with the faint rustle of winter wind threading through the city streets. There was a stillness in it. Like the city knew they were leaving. Cedric and the rest of the Winters family would take a different route, gathering the few remaining wolves that had followed them from the old territory. They would return home the long way, giving the others space to settle in and prepare. Victoria hoisted a bag into the trunk when she heard the sound of boots approaching behind her.