1. The Proud Pack Warrior
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Ethan often ventured outside of pack land, and into neutral ones, all for the purpose of eliminating rogues. He had made it his life goal.
Some said he was ruthless, with an unparalleled hunger for blood. Others argued he was wolfless, and was therefore just proving his worth to the pack each and every time.
Nobody dared to say anything to his face. He was much too respected - and maybe even feared - for that.
But the sad truth nobody knew was that, in these encounters with the rogues, he was desperately trying to reconnect with his wolf.
He was the epitome of a proud pack warrior. He had not opened up about his motives to anyone, not even his alpha.
He often reasoned that if he hadn’t been an arrogant senior ten years ago, his mate would be here, by his side, and his wolf wouldn’t have abandoned him.
But he had been foolish, and had been rejected by Annabelle for one of her kind - a vampire who had always been kind to her. Even in the times everyone had believed her to be human, and she had been on the curvier side, Kyle had always been by her side.
After spending years alone, with virtually no one to open up to, but with enough time to think it through himself, he could understand her choice. Kyle had always been by her side, and had showered with attention. He, on the other hand, had foolishly dated Annabelle’s stepsister, even though he had known who his one and only was.
He chose to live in reclusion, near pack borders, in a cottage that never felt like home.
After taking a shower, and upon returning to his room, he found the blonde he had taken to bed still there.
He raised an eyebrow and then said in his gruff voice, “You’re dressed but still here.”
“I was hoping we could exchange numbers,” the woman retorted almost timidly.
He mentally scoffed at the behavior which was so at odds with her earlier wanton mewls.
“I don’t know your name, woman,” he rolled his eyes. “And I don’t care to know it. Now, get going.”
She blushed a deep crimson and then hurried to her feet, tears of indignation shining in her eyes.
Ethan didn’t care enough to soothe the crying woman.
“You’re as cruel as the rumors say,” she let out in parting.
Am I? He inwardly chuckled darkly.
All the women he ever took to his bed knew what they were getting into. He never made them promises, sometimes barely even made chit-chat… He was that uninterested.
Some called him a womanizer, others a heartbreaker.
He guessed he was a little bit of both, but he could care less about what the townspeople had to say about his ways.
He knew he wasn’t getting any younger, but the thought of settling down with someone other than the one he had lost forever never even crossed his mind… not until he met her - Rose - and she made it hard to think of anyone but her.
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