Chapter 96

Ethan's POV The drive home passed in a haze of rage and despair. Leon paced restlessly within me, whimpering and growling by turns, unable to process the magnitude of our loss. By the time we reached my penthouse, something dark and twisted had taken root inside me. I slammed the door behind us, watching Mona jump at the sound. "Mr. Sterling..." she began cautiously. "Don't call me that," I growled, stalking toward her. "Say my name." Her eyes widened. "Ethan..." "Again," I commanded, reaching out to trace her jawline with my fingers—a jawline not quite as perfect as Victoria's, but close enough to fuel my fantasy. "Ethan," she whispered, a tremor in her voice. I grabbed her roughly by the arm, dragging her toward my bedroom. "You said you loved me. Prove it." Without waiting for her response, I shoved her inside and locked the door behind us. My wolf was snarling now, demanding release for the cocktail of rage, lust, and pain coursing through me. I walked to a cabinet in the corner of