Ethan Winters X Heisenberg Novels & Stories

"She's pursuing me. Genius artist from the New Zealand Academy of Art. Completely smitten with my charms." I stared at him incredulously. "You're blowing your own horn. Again." "Jealous?" Ethan smirked, straightening his collar where I'd crumpled it. "As if," I scoffed. "She's probably just messing with you." "You wish," Ethan retorted. "Not everyone can be as irresistible as me." Before I could respond with an appropriately cutting remark, the door opened again. Emma Winters walked in, followed shortly by Henry Stewart. Their timing suggested they'd both come from the same event but arrived separately to avoid gossip.

' Ethan Wharton asked with a cold face and a heavy voice, 'Did you tell Kristen Healey that you went to see the island? Xewinter was stunned, a little incredulous: 'Ethan, what are you talking about? Why am I telling her this? I'm just passing by to see it. Who knows so many things have happened. ' 'Xenos Winter, I warn you, don't bother Kristen Healey, or I won't let you go.' Ethan Wharton warned in a cold voice that Kristen Healey was his bottom line, and he would never tolerate anyone disturbing Kristen Healey's life.

“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.”

Because it meant that—if everything went right—maybe one day, I could mark Fitch too. If everything went right. Ethan leaned forward, palms pressing against the table as he closed the distance between us. I shivered under his scrutiny, fear tangling with something far more dangerous—something I refused to examine too closely. “You know what we are,” he said quietly. “Werewolves.” “Ethan!” Adam killed the stove and stepped behind me, placing both hands on my shoulders. The pressure was steady, grounding. “Enough.” Ethan didn’t even glance at him.

Dill greeted her first. “Thank you for coming,” she said, clasping her hands together. “He’s… difficult these days.” Dr. Winters smiled gently. “Most people are, when they’re hurting.” Alexander did not come down when called. He didn’t answer his door. He didn’t acknowledge her presence at all. Ethan stood at the base of the staircase, jaw clenched. “He won’t cooperate.” What was wrong with him? He didn't object to it at first. Dr. Winters shook her head slightly. “That’s alright. I didn’t come here expecting cooperation. I came expecting resistance, which is normal."

he said in his sensual voice. “The only woman I desire to see is you. You know how much I’ve missed you and your son. Where is he?” Ethan looked around the living room, hoping to catch sight of Jason, and I replied, “He’s sleeping. Where’s your mind? Have you gone to see your buddy?” “Who is that? You mean Joseph Ericson, right?” Ethan asked, just as I sat down across from him at the dining table. “Yeah. Isn’t he your buddy?” I asked, resting my chin on my hand as I regarded his dark face.

​Ethan’s deep, velvet voice wrapped around me before his broad hands gently settled over my waist. ​His massive chest pressed against my back, his three-hundred-degree golden Alpha aura radiating a soothing, deeply comforting wave of heat that instantly melted the subtle tension in my shoulders. He was dressed in his royal crimson tunic, his long dark hair falling loosely around his broad shoulders, his golden eyes glowing with quiet, fierce devotion. ​I leaned back into his firm chest, letting my head rest against his shoulder. "A high-IQ mind never stops calculating, Ethan. We neutralized the Tide-Cult in the deep ocean, but Vesper's final interrogation log revealed something concerning."

My heart pounded in my chest as I took calculated strides, each step resonating with the unsettling silence that had fallen over the room. Ethan, his bare chest adorned with a crisscross battle scar, sat on his throne, legs spread apart, radiating an aura of danger that sent shivers down my spine. His icy green eyes, usually filled with indifference, were now fixated on me with unnerving intensity. My wolf stirred, her primal desire for our mate intensifying with every passing moment. I battled to keep her under control, but it felt like a losing fight. The scent of wolfsbane, pine,and a blend of spices emanating from Ethan was intoxicating, driving me towards like a moth to flame.

Ethan couldn't hold himself back and burst into laughter when he saw the three people's funny expressions. "Why are you laughing? It's not funny at all." Ellis yelled angrily. He was trying to understand the situation and there his brother was laughing. "Okay okay..... I won't laugh anymore." Ethan said and stopped laughing. Ethan stood up from the couch and stood beside Ellis. He placed his left hand on Ellis's shoulder. "Okay let me introduce you guys. I am Ethan, a dominant alpha and an anti-drug police officer." Ethan said and turned to Ellis. "He is my twin omega brother, Ellis. He is a professional eSports player." Ethan said, introducing Ellis.

"Hansel. It's so nice to see you again." "It's also very nice to see you healthy and safe, young master." "By the way, this is my girlfriend, Winter. Winter, this is Hansel, my personal butler. He treats me like his own son." I smiled as I slightly bowed my head. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Hansel. My name is Winter Wesley." "It's so nice to meet you too, Miss Winter." "Is Timothy here?" Themis asked. "He went out for a while, he said--