Claimed by My Ex Chapter 55 I still love her

Chapter 55: Chapter 55 I still love her

Ethan’s POV:

I’d hidden my marriage from Victoria because I wanted to keep her in my life without complications. I just never expected her to discover the truth and react so severely. Victoria couldn’t tolerate even a grain of sand in her eye - she refused to continue our relationship on any terms. Now it wasn’t Victoria pursuing ; it was

desperately trying to get her back.

"How is she not that kind of person?" Mother scoffed, her wolf energy flaring with contempt. "Don’t think I don’t know what she wants. She’s just trying to trap you, to marry into wealth without sacrificing anything. That’s not how this works!"

Her eyes flashed with sothing dangerous - the look of a she-wolf defending her territory. "Do you have any idea how hard I worked to secure our position? Do you know what I sacrificed to get us where we are today?"

I knew exactly what she ant. The rumors had followed us for years - how she had used every feminine wile to keep Father’s attention, how Damien’s mother had suffered a suspicious "accident" that opened the position of Father’s mate. So even whispered that mother had poisoned Damien’s mother, preventing her from bearing more children who might compete with

for the inheritance.

Mother had done all this for , and she clearly wouldn’t tolerate

choosing a mate she deed unworthy.

"Mom, stop," I said firmly, feeling Leon rising closer to the surface. My eyes might have flashed wolf-gold for a mont. "I love Victoria. Soday, we will be together again. That’s final."

In my heart and in my wolf’s soul burned an obsession with Victoria, a desperate need to possess her. The more she slipped away from , the more frantically I wanted her back.

I didn’t even care that she and Damien seed to be growing closer. If I could just get Victoria to bear my child, to form that unbreakable bond... she would be mine forever. My wolf growled in approval at the thought.

Without another word, I turned and left the room, ignoring my mother’s hardened expression.

Behind , I heard her venomous whisper, her wolf’s protective fury palpable in the air: "Dream on! As long as I’m alive, that little bitch will never set foot in this pack house!"

She thought Victoria was just using

to beco wealthy, to enjoy the privileges of being mated to a powerful wolf. But mother was wrong about Victoria - so very wrong. And soday, I would prove it to everyone.

The fashion show was about to begin, and the clock was ticking. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, Leon restless within . This entire evening was a complete waste of ti. Despite bearing the Sterling na, pack leaders and business magnates alike seed uninterested in networking with .

Their looks said it all—they didn’t respect . I could sll their judgnt in their scents, that subtle air of disdain that wolves could never truly hide from each other. My wolf bristled at the disrespect.

Fine. I wouldn’t lower myself to beg for their attention. After all, I was Ethan Sterling, heir to Northstream Pack’s business empire. They should be approaching , not the other way around.

My attention turned to the central viewing area, where one pri seat sat conspicuously empty. Several powerful Alphas had already positioned themselves nearby, clearly hoping to interact with whoever was important enough to warrant such an arrangent. The scent of their anticipation hung heavy in the air.

I couldn’t help but wonder who commanded such respect. I fantasized about the day I might sit in such a seat—when I beca the Alpha everyone wanted to approach, when my status was unquestionable, when I could look down at the world with the confidence I was born to possess.

"You’re in the way. Move."

The familiar cold voice behind

sent a chill down my spine. I turned to find Damian—my half-brother—standing there, his dominant wolf energy already pressing against mine, making Leon whimper despite my efforts to stay composed.

"Damian? You’re here too?" I hadn’t expected him at a fashion show. The dim lighting cast shadows across his face, but I could clearly see the contempt in his eyes.

"Can’t understand simple instructions? Good dogs don’t block the path."

He was several inches taller than —nearly six-foot-three to my five-eleven. Even without the height difference, his Alpha presence made mine pale in comparison. My wolf instinctively cowered, though I tried to maintain a defiant posture.

"Who are you calling a dog?" I snarled, feeling my canines sharpen slightly with anger.

"Are you that slow? I’m talking about you." Damian never bothered being polite to . His wolf energy pulsed with dominance, making mine retreat further.

"You... you’re going too far. I’m telling you, I—"

Before I could finish, Damian simply reached out and physically moved

aside as if I weighed nothing.

"I don’t listen to the yapping of lesser wolves," he said dismissively, then strode past .

I stared at his retreating figure, rage building in my chest. Leon wanted to challenge him, to assert ourselves, but we both knew we wouldn’t win. First he called

a dog, then implied I was beneath him. Who did he think he was?

"Damian, stop!" I started after him, my wolf pushing

forward despite the danger.

A security guard blocked my path. "Sir, I need to see your invitation."

I handed over my invitation card, only to be blocked again. "Sorry, sir. Your seat is in the general area. This is the VIP section, requiring a special invitation."

"What?" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. "Then why was he allowed in?" I pointed at Damian’s retreating figure.

"He’s our honored guest."

Honored guest? What made Damian so special? This injustice stung worse than any physical blow. I watched helplessly as my half-brother took that coveted central seat—the absolute best view of the runway.

It was Damian? The realization hit

like a punch to the gut. I had been wondering what kind of Alpha would be important enough to occupy that seat, and it was him.

Within minutes, the other powerful wolves in the VIP area approached him, their submissive body language clear even from a distance. They tilted their heads slightly, exposing just enough neck to show respect without appearing weak. Others outside the VIP area could only watch enviously—security was tight, only those with special invitations could enter.

My eyes burned with fury. My wolf howled in frustration within . One day, I swore to myself, I would have Damian under my claws, where he belonged.

Just then, the lights on stage illuminated.

The show began.

At first, I wasn’t particularly interested.

Until I saw Victoria take the stage.

I could hardly believe my eyes.

Victoria’s first outfit was a stunning blue gown, the rippling fabric mimicking ocean waves. The dress had a thigh-high slit that revealed her long legs as she walked. She was tall and slender with perfect proportions. Her makeup was bold yet elegant—when she appeared, she looked like a sea goddess.

The upper part of the dress hugged her curves perfectly, highlighting her flawless figure. The mont Victoria appeared, the entire audience fell silent. Though all the models were beautiful in their own way, when Victoria stepped onto the runway under the spotlight, everything else seed to fade into insignificance.

My wolf stirred within , recognizing what we had lost. I watched, srized, as this confident, radiant woman commanded the runway with every step.

This... this was Victoria? My Victoria?

As Victoria passed the VIP area, I saw her eyes briefly lock with Damian’s. Sothing primal made my blood boil with jealousy.

My wolf roared within . She was ours. She would always be ours. Whatever it took, I would possess her again.