Chapter 93

Victoria's POV I caught the way Ethan latched onto that single word—Lancaster. But in typical Ethan fashion, he immediately dismissed it. "Lancaster?" he sneered, his eyes narrowing with contempt. "What kind of Lancaster could you possibly be? Your bloodline couldn't possibly compare to the real Lancaster Pack. Victoria, stop embarrassing yourself. Do you honestly think anyone truly cares about you besides me?" Nora growled deep within me, bristling at his disrespect. Having failed to keep me as his mate, Ethan had quickly shifted to belittling me instead. It was pathetic, really. He'd always been so proud of his credentials, his bloodline, his position in the Northstream Pack. In his mind, I should have been grateful for his attention. "Even if you somehow managed to seduce Damien," Ethan continued, his voice dripping with condescension, "the Sterling fortune will never go to him. I am the rightful heir. And trust me, Damien would never take you as his mate—he's just playing with you.