Chapter 43

Ethan. I stood in my private quarters, the weight of defeat heavy on my shoulders. Disappointment gnawed at me, but cutting my losses right now was out of the question. I just can’t let Tyler have her. She was mine first. Mine. It didn’t matter that I had rejected her. A torrent of frustration and bitterness flowed through my veins as I remembered Tyler’s taunt on the battlefield. I almost had him and his pathetic kingdom. I couldn’t let Tyler think he won. I needed to put him in his place. Show him how powerful the Crest pack was. How powerful I was. Arya. I had to have her, especially now with her powers. The recollection of the lost battle made me angrier. This win should have been an easy one. I had to strike again. It was the best time to attack. They certainly wouldn’t be expecting it. Especially now that the rogue pack was weak from my attack. “Fuck!” I screamed as I slammed my fist against my office table, creating a dent in it. She was magnificent in her wolf form and