Pretend
685 Words
Ethan POV:
I heard her scream echo through my mind and the pack house. Immediately, I was up and sliding on the polished floors to get to her. I had only my socks on and my mind was racing with worries as to why she would be screaming like this. All I had asked for is that she be promoted to my servant. Could she of said no? My feet hit harder against the marble floor as I slide around the corner to the cement court and I freeze. Her shirt is ripped open and her back is bleeding as Isaac stood over, back slightly bent with the whip in his hand. "Isaac," I called, I tried to remain calm about everything, even though, I was suppressing the urge to shift and rip his throat out. That scared me, I had never been aggressive or confrontational but for her it seemed, I was changing. "Ethan, what's up?" He asked as if it was a regular day and he had not ripped someone's back open to the point that they had passed out from the pain. "Who gave you the permission to punish her!?" I snapped and watched him drop the whip in surprise, it landed on the floor, making a solid noise. Proof of the heavy silver that was embedded within. "She-she hit Alice." He stuttered and I narrowed my eyes at him, "so you think it's okay to go above my father and me and take punishment in your own hands for my girlfriend might I add," I was fuming now but mentioning Alice made his face flash with fear, "answer me!?" I growled and he raised his hands in defense, "it wasn't like that, I just thought-" "you thought what!?" I growled, "that your judgment exceeded the judgement of the alpha and future alpha!?" I snapped. He was shaking now, "Ethan!" Called my father, "what is the point of this?" Isaac looked even more terrified now as he glanced at my father behind him. "Isaac here believes his judgement supercedes the judgement of either future Alpha and Alpha." I stated it coldly, every fibre in me wanted him to burn for ever laying a hand on her. "Isaac," said my father coldly, "Ethan is right. You should not have taken the law into your own hands without consulting either him or I," there was a sense of pride in his voice. He then clasped his hand on my shoulder and I turned to look at him, "son, as future Alpha what do you think is a worthy punishment for Isaac?" Asked my father smiling at me warmly, I glanced at Selena who was splayed, face flat on the ground. Her heart beat was faint and her breathing was shallow. I turned my attention back to Isaac and glared at his terrified face, "Alice is my responsibility." I noted coldly, making sure they both understood this was for Alice and not Selena. "Secondly, I will show you mercy because if anything you should of shown her mercy!" I spat, my father looked surprised at that as I turned to him, "Alice is getting out of hand and I will deal with this to avoid future embarrassment." He seemed to be watching me awe as I delegated and spoke as a true leader, nothing like the usual little boy who used to bury himself in books, "It is my mistake father, I allowed her to mistreat all my help and she thinks she has a title already." My father chuckled at that and so did I for good measure but I didn't truly find any of it funny. "Women are like that son," he said as he squeezed my shoulder, "I will leave you since this is all handled. Isaac." My father then turned and left. I glared at Isaac as I picked up Selena, "what are you doing?" he asked, "I won't be granting you mercy a second time Isaac." I noted coldly and watched as he took a tentative step back. I carried the unconscious Selena that reeked of blood to my room.
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