Ethan’s POV
The morning felt heavy, but I forced myself into routine. I went for a long run, pushing my legs until they burned, then hit the training ground. Sparring with the wolves helped keep my beast down. Every punch, every strike, was like locking him back in his cage.
I didn’t notice her at first. Fiona. Standing there, watching me with that sly look I hated.
“Alpha Ethan,” she said in that sweet fake voice. “You look tense… maybe you need a different kind of distraction.”
I grabbed a towel and wiped my face, narrowing my eyes at her. “I don’t need a distraction, Fiona. I’m fine.”
She tilted her head, not even caring about my tone. “Why don’t you join me for a cup of coffee? Just a small one. We can… talk.”
Everything inside me told me to walk away. But another part of me knew
