Chapter 207: Chapter 207 Ethan, this isn’t worth it
Ethan’s POV
My friends rushed to help
up from the ground, my pride hurting worse than my body.
"Ethan, this isn’t worth it, man," Jake muttered, gripping my elbow as I swayed. "Victoria’s changed—she’s too powerful now. And with Damien Sterling backing her? What can you even do?"
Mike shook his head, his voice dripping with venom. "That bitch is heartless. Dropping you like yesterday’s trash. After all you did for her." He spat on the ground. "Won, right? You loved her, and look what she did to you."
"You can’t just let them get away with this," Chris added, his eyes narrowing. "Especially that bastard Damien. He’s always been jealous of you. Now he’s taking everything that should be yours."
Their words fed the rage burning inside . My vision blurred around the edges as hatred consud . I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white, my entire body trembling with fury.
"I want them both dead," I growled, feeling my wolf Leon stirring dangerously within . His howl of anger echoed through my mind, demanding vengeance, demanding blood.
But what could I do? I couldn’t even land a punch on Damien before he had
pinned and humiliated. The mory of it made bile rise in my throat—the way he’d handled
like I was nothing, the contempt in his eyes.
My only option was to drown my sorrows. I let my friends drag
to the nearest bar, where I proceeded to drink myself into oblivion. Whiskey after whiskey, each burning shot a temporary distraction from the constant pain of Victoria’s betrayal and my brother’s triumph.
By the ti I stumbled ho, it was nearly midnight. The mansion was eerily quiet, the staff having retired for the night. I lurched up the grand staircase, gripping the polished mahogany banister to keep from falling. When I pushed open the door to my bedroom, I found it empty.
No Mona.
Where was my wife at this hour? My alcohol-soaked brain struggled to rember that my mother was visiting her family tonight, but where was my father? Where was everyone?
I’d been avoiding ho for days, losing myself in a haze of alcohol and self-pity, completely detached from whatever was happening in my own house.
As I turned to head back to my room, a sound froze
in place—a woman’s breathless moan drifting from the guest bedroom down the hall. My wolf senses imdiately heightened, cutting through my drunkenness.
"Mmm... yes... oh!"
I crept down the hallway, my heart pounding against my ribs. When I reached the guest room door, I pressed my ear against it, barely breathing.
"Daddy! Yes, Daddy!" The female voice moaned, sending a shock through my system. "You’re so good... I love you so much!"
"Oh, baby... my wife..." a man’s voice grunted between heavy breaths.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My body went rigid with disbelief. Was this so alcohol-induced hallucination? I couldn’t bring myself to open the door, couldn’t face the reality of what my wolf senses were already confirming.
My wife and my father. Together.
I pressed myself against the wall beside the door, hidden in shadow. Minutes later, the door opened. My father erged first, his shirt partially unbuttoned, his normally immaculate hair disheveled. Behind him ca Mona, wrapped in nothing but a silk robe, her skin flushed with post-coital glow, her scent mingled with his in a way that made my stomach turn.
"Sa ti tomorrow?" she whispered, and my father nodded, caressing her cheek in a tender gesture he’d never once shown .
They parted ways, each returning to their respective bedrooms, leaving
frozen in place, watching from the shadows.
I should have stord after them. Should have confronted them both, demanded answers, exacted revenge. That’s what any self-respecting Alpha would do. But I couldn’t move. My wolf Leon was strangely quiet, as if stunned into silence.
And then I felt it—an unexpected stirring, a perverse excitent. The forbidden nature of their betrayal sent a twisted thrill through my body. The ultimate taboo—my father claiming my mate—awakened sothing dark within . I imagined them together, pictured every detail, and found myself aroused rather than repulsed.
What the hell was wrong with ?
I slipped into the guest room where they’d been, inhaling their combined scents. The sheets were still warm, still carried the evidence of their betrayal. I collapsed onto the bed, surrounded by their scent, and spent the night there, lost in disturbing fantasies.
I waited until morning, until I heard my father leave for work. Only then did I erge, finding Mona in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee.
She startled when she saw , nearly dropping her mug. "Ethan! When did you get ho?" Fear flickered across her features, quickly masked by a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
I approached slowly, studying her. "Why so jumpy, Mona? Do you need to know my schedule now? Or are you worried I might have discovered sothing... interesting?"
"Of course not." Her voice dropped to that submissive tone she used when trying to manipulate . "You misunderstood ."
That voice—the sa one that had called another man "daddy" just hours before. The sa lips that had ford my father’s na in ecstasy.
Sothing in
snapped. "You worthless whore!" I backhanded her across the face, sending her stumbling against the counter. "You couldn’t even keep our baby alive!"
My mind flashed to Victoria—beautiful, powerful Victoria, who had chosen my brother over . Everyone betrayed . Everyone.
"All of you—nothing but lying bitches!" I struck her again, a surge of twisted pleasure rushing through
with each blow. My wolf Leon howled, not in protest but in savage agreent.
Mona crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down her face as she covered her head.
I stood over her, breathing hard, my body alive with adrenaline and rage. This woman, this betrayer, would pay. They would all pay.
In that mont, I knew I had crossed so line within myself. The man I had been was gone, consud by sothing darker, sothing that found pleasure in pain and revenge. And I welcod it.
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