Wendy’s POV
"How long has this been going on?" Ethan asked as he stepped dangerously closer towards —no, towards Dan, who was instantly shaking and terrified with fear. A bandage was wrapped around Ethan’s head, stained slightly at the edges with blood, and his eyes looked wild and bloodshot like he had not slept in days.
My heart jumped into my throat.
"It’s not what you think," I began quickly, my voice trembling even though I tried to sound calm.
Ethan did not even look at .
His eyes were locked on Dan.
Dan took a step back, his hand slightly raised like he wanted to protect himself but knew it would not matter. He looked so small compared to Ethan at that mont, and for the first ti since this whole thing started, I felt real fear.
"I asked you a question," Ethan said slowly, his voice low and shaking with anger. "How long has this been going on?"
Dan swallowed hard. "Sir, listen—"
That was all he managed to say.
Ethan moved so fast I barely saw it. One second he was standing there, the next his fist slamd straight into Dan’s face with a sickening sound that made gasp. Dan stumbled backward, crashing into the table before falling hard to the floor.
"Ethan!" I scread. "Stop!"
But he did not even hear .
He grabbed Dan by the collar of his shirt and yanked him up like he weighed nothing, then punched him again, harder this ti. Blood spilled from Dan’s mouth and splattered onto the floor.
Dan tried to fight back, but he was human.
Ethan was not.
Dan’s weak punch barely touched him before Ethan shoved him across the room. Dan hit the wall with a loud thud and dropped to the ground again.
"Please!" I cried, running toward them. "Ethan, stop it! You’re going to kill him!"
Ethan grabbed Dan by the hair and dragged him across the floor like he was nothing but trash. Dan groaned weakly, trying to push Ethan’s hand away, but Ethan’s strength was terrifying.
"You think you can touch what’s mine?" Ethan roared, slamming his fist into Dan’s ribs over and over again.
I heard sothing crack.
Dan scread.
The sound made my stomach twist painfully.
"Ethan, enough!" I shouted, grabbing his arm, trying to pull him back. "You’re going to kill him!"
Ethan shook off like I was nothing, and I stumbled backward.
Dan was barely moving now. His face was swollen, blood covering his mouth and nose, one eye already closing from the bruising. He tried to crawl away, but Ethan kicked him in the stomach so hard that he flipped onto his back and coughed violently.
"Please," Dan choked out. "Stop..."
Ethan did not stop.
He punched him again.
And again.
And again.
Each hit was harder than the last, fueled by pure rage.
I was crying now, my hands shaking as I watched. "Ethan, please, I’m begging you! Stop! He’s had enough!"
But Ethan looked like he was not even in control anymore.
He lifted Dan by the shirt again and slamd him down so hard that Dan’s head hit the floor with a dull sound. Dan’s body went limp for a second, and panic flooded through .
"Ethan!" I scread, rushing forward. "You’re going to kill him! Leave him the fuck alone!"
Ethan froze.
For a mont everything went silent except for my heavy breathing and Dan’s weak gasps.
Then slowly, Ethan stood up.
He turned toward .
And the look in his eyes made my blood run cold.
Fear gripped so tightly I could barely breathe.
He walked toward slowly, his chest rising and falling hard, his fists still clenched and stained with blood.
I stepped back.
"Ethan..." I called as he stopped right in front of .
"What don’t I do for you, Wendy?" he asked, his voice shaking but not from weakness, from heartbreak and fury mixed together. "Tell . What don’t I do?"
I could not answer.
"I even cheated on Riley because of you," he continued, his voice breaking slightly. "I chose you. You’re my mate. My mate. Why would you betray with a human man?"
Before I could react, his hand shot out and wrapped around my neck.
I gasped as his fingers tightened.
Not enough to break it.
But enough to make it hard to breathe.
"Why?" he demanded, squeezing tighter. "Why would you do this to ?"
My hands grabbed his wrist, trying to loosen his grip.
I should have been scared.
And I was.
But sothing inside snapped.
I started laughing.
The sound surprised even .
Ethan’s eyes widened slightly.
"You’re laughing?" he asked, his grip tightening again.
I forced myself to look at him despite the pressure on my throat.
"Yes," I croaked out. "Because you’re pathetic."
His jaw tightened.
"You’re a weakling, Ethan," I said, my voice rough but steady. "That’s why Caden beat you to a pulp. That’s why you walk around with that stupid bandage on your head for weeks now."
His grip tightened so hard my vision blurred for a second.
"You only have strength when it cos to won," I continued, forcing the words out. "You can beat a human half to death. You can grab my neck. But when it cos to real strength, you lose."
His breathing beca heavier.
"You think you’re powerful because you’re an Alpha?" I laughed again, even though it hurt. "You’re not. You’re insecure. That’s why you force intimacy between us because of the useless mate bond."
His eyes flashed with sothing dark.
"I never liked you," I said bluntly. "Not once. You’re the one who keeps pushing yourself on because of that stupid bond. I never wanted you."
The room felt like it stopped breathing.
Dan was barely conscious on the floor.
Ethan’s hand was still around my throat.
And I could see sothing breaking inside him as my words sank in.
"You’re nothing," I whispered, even as fear trembled in my chest. "Just a weak man who hides behind a fucking bloodline and title."
He stared at , his face unreadable now.
And for the first ti since he walked in, I realized I might have gone too far.
But I did not take it back.
I did not look away.
I just kept staring at him.
"Did you just say you’ve never liked ? You’ve pretended to want all these while to get what?" His voice turned inhumane, I did not need anyone to tell what was about to happen because I know I’m dead for sure, Ethan was a psychopath to rejection.
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