Ethan Winters X Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.

An unknown voice made my gaze move back from Chris. "Chase" The man introduced himself. He was above average looking. "Skylar " I offered my hand and he kissed it. Nothing happened. There were zero sparks. Chase put his hand on the small of my back and we headed to the dance floor. We danced for some minute, with casual chatting. His touch did not even affect me or was I so stupid to not feel anything? I wondered. "Mind if I cut in ?" Ethan came from nowhere and asked Chase politely to get lost.

DIEGO “You know I do,” Diego replied, his voice dropping into that familiar, quiet intensity. He locked eyes with Ethan, stripping away the defensive layers so his friend could witness the unvarnished truth. “Isn’t it glaringly obvious? My soul hasn't been on the ice since Kol and I became an item—not in any way that counts.” He shook his head, a look of genuine disbelief crossing his face. “There was a time when the Austin Ice Arena was the boundary of my entire universe. But he pulled back the curtain; he proved to me that the world is infinitely larger than a rink.”

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.

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.

My heart stopped. "What did he say?" Someone whispered. "Luna? But they haven't announced their mate..." Selene's glass shattered in her grip, champagne and blood dripping onto her expensive dress. "Ethan," she warned. But Ethan was already moving through the crowd toward me, his brothers flanking him. The pack parted before them, whispers growing louder. "No," I breathed, backing away. "Don't do this. Not here." "It's time everyone knew," Liam said, his Alpha voice making the windows rattle. "Zara Winters is our mate."

Snow fell gently around the edges of the courtyard, melting before it could touch the warm stone floor. Elara danced with Rowan under the swirling flames, her deep blue gown catching the light with every turn. The silver thread on her wrist shimmered like a promise, a visible symbol of the choice she had made. She felt the warmth of his hand on her waist, steady and gentle, a stark contrast to the memories that still lingered in the shadows of her mind. The music swelled around them, the deep rhythm of drums vibrating through the stone beneath her feet, the sweet scent of winter roses and spiced wine wrapping around her like a comforting embrace.

“Act as though the mountain pass never claimed a life today. The midwinter festival arrives with the next moon; you and your brother must take your sleds and run free with your Mother.” “What of your den?” I finally let my guard drop, a strange, liquid heat spreading from my heart through my veins. The Alpha of the northern ice didn't seem like the monster the scouts described. “I will bide my time inside my own stone walls during the solstice.” Ethan Carter studied my features, tracing the lines that mirrored Collins Parker, before asking, “What tribute do you desire for the winter feast? My hunters will secure it before your team leaves the territory.” I blinked, my mind racing across the