Ethan Winters X Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

Not without her permission. That doesn’t mean it won’t be the first thing I do if she asks me to. Dimitri returns in forty-five minutes with a file that's far too thin for comfort. "Dalton Winters, age twenty-six. Son of Diana Winters—currently Luna of Skye’s birth pack, formerly mated to someone else before the previous Luna died. Apparently he changed his last name when his mother married Skye’s father. Smart move given his biological father was of no rank." Dimitri flips through pages. "He was arrested three weeks ago by the Lycan King's personal guard. No charges filed. Being held at the capital detention center in the high-security wing."

" A little panic finally appeared on Marissa's face. "A car accident? "She's at the—" "Mr. Duncan, I know you're upset, but how can you lie like this?" A mild voice spoke up. "I saw Nora downstairs just now and even said hello to her," Adrian Pierce said, lowering his head sadly. "We'll pay the money back later. If you're angry right now, I can kneel and apologize, all right?" As he spoke, he moved as if he were about to kneel. Marissa's expression changed completely.

Then she whispered to his ears, her eyes resting on me, “Your reward for tonight will be more than what we do. Suck as many places you can. F*k as many places that you can. And eat as many places that you can.” “Oh goddess you’re making me c*m already, baby.” For a moment I taught if there had known where they were. If they had been doing a lot at the secret doesn’t mean it will be a show in public. In front of the pack. “She was nothing before this night,” she added softly, loud enough for everyone to hear as she moved towards me. “And she’ll return to nothing now.” The circle broke. The fire dimmed. “Winter Hollow, dismiss.” Elder Soran screamed.

Cilian nods towards Eliana's direction and my head snaps to check what he's talking about and my jaw twitches. Ethan Williams has his hand wrapped around her shoulders possessively. The same hand that he uses to hold with the hockey stick as he hits the puck to the Hawker's goalie. Ethan turns to look at me, his hand around Eliana tightening a little more and the corner of his lips curls up into a smirk that I so badly want to smack it away with my hockey stick. Him as my brother-in-law? No fucking way! I clench my hands into tight fists, my knuckles burning. He's rubbing on my face that he's with my stepsister and there's nothing I can do about it. Cilian notices the tension between us and

Any hope I once had for him had already been crushed beneath the weight of his repeated vengeance. Jason recovered first, stepping forward. "Ethan... what brings you here?" Ethan's eyes swept over the crowd with a cold, commanding calm. Only after everyone had felt the weight of his gaze did he answer. "I'm here to take my woman back." Jason froze. His gaze drifted to me, something calculating behind it. The air shifted, tense and uneasy. One of the drunken bigwigs couldn't take it anymore. He'd spent too long at the top of the Nightclaw ranks to let anyone walk in and trample his pride.

" I uttered one desperate sentence as I couldn’t think of anyone else at that moment but him.... Darkness seemed to cast a spell on me gradually as I was fainting, looking at those eerie green eyes of the beast reflecting the mystical moonlight ... *** "Are you alright? Talk to me!" I slowly opened my eyes as I heard a muffled voice on my ears. Someone was desperately calling out my name and was shaking my body. Someone who seemed so close to me, someone so near... "Ethan!" I opened my eyes and saw him leaning forward to my face. It was still at night, the moon shining bright in the sky and Ethan was near me, in the middle of the woods, looking at me with concern and pain...

I was truly helpless against Victoria Frost. I heard Ethan end his call and step back into the bedroom. Just as his footsteps approached the bed, his phone rang again. "Maxwell," he answered. "What is it?" "Alpha King, it's all arranged," Maxwell Chen's voice came through clearly. "Luna Winters will be very touched when she sees it." "Good," Ethan replied, his tone softening slightly. I kept my back to him, pretending to be asleep. Through barely-open eyes, I saw him glance at me before turning away.

We will have to do one last hurrah clubbing night before Alexia leaves to go to the Slick Paw pack and we leave to go to Freedom Ridge. After Ares left the party with Ari, and Fen’s unexpected stop by to chat, as wasted as he was, left Alec, Lane, Alexia, Fen, and I to finish our discussions and go celebrate. Obviously, Fen was already in celebration mode - for what reason, I will never know - but he was drunk already nonetheless. I wasn’t sure what I thought about Lane just yet. I’m glad Alec was with me because if he hadn’t been, Fen probably would have tried to make another pass at me being unmated again this season. Ugh! He can be a real creeper if you see through all the bullshit he tel

I couldn’t be bothered to deal with him and told security to throw him out, but while they weren’t paying attention, he rushed inside. Holding the roses, he dropped to his knees in front of me. "Calista, please give me one more chance. I can’t live without you." At that moment, one of the employees suddenly saw a news alert and shouted, "The Kade Group’s stock is crashing, and they’re facing massive debt! "President Virel, don’t let him fool you. He’s desperate now. He just wants to drain you dry. A scumbag like that is best avoided for life. He’s absolutely disgusting."

Yet, he chose this course, partly to please Valerius Evander and partly to secure his own standing in court. Valerius Evander made his way to the Celestial Garden. From afar, he saw Ethan reclining on a chaise under the cascading wisteria of the Twilight Moon arbor. The golden sunlight bathed Ethan in a soft, radiant glow. Strands of his hair shimmered like threads of light, and his serene face was akin to a masterful sculpture. His skin was alabaster and flawless, his phoenix eyes closed in a light slumber, lashes long and curled like butterfly wings. His pale lips carried a faint smile—pure yet irresistibly captivating.