Chapter 105
Scratch that—a very tall, very *naked* man.
Um... excuse me?
I hate swearing, but... What in the unholy fuckery is this?
“Little Dove, I can explain everything!” Ethan says, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Fuck, you weren’t supposed to find out like this... I was going to tell you everything, just not like this—”
My loud laughter cuts Ethan off.
My shocked expression shatters as laughter bursts out of me, uncontrollable and loud. It escapes before I can stop it.
And I. Literally. Can’t. Stop.
I laugh so hard that tears blur my vision, his figure smudging before me, even though every chuckle sends a sharp pain through my face.
But I still look at Ethan as though insanity has a new name, and it’s his. And mine, I suppose.
I lower my head so that I can wipe my tears with the back of my arm before I glance again at his way. For a moment, Ethan just looks confused. But then, he tilts his head, and the hint of a smile tugs at his lips as if my uncontrollable laughter is starting to get to him.
“What’s so funny?” he asks from afar. His deep voice is laced with curiosity.
But I can’t help myself. All I can do is laugh out loud, and I only stop when I realize again that he’s naked.
Well, *hello*, there.
No. No. *Focus, Allie!*
“Eyes on me, Little Dove.”
“I don’t think they can be anywhere else when you look like this.”
My gaze shifts from his huge cock up to his face. Ethan’s teeth flash in a smile.
My face explodes crimson.
“I didn’t mean to say that aloud!” I immediately add.
I burst out laughing again, my shoulders shaking.
“What’s so funny, Little Dove?” Ethan asks once more, finally lowering his hands.
“I lost my damn mind!” I manage to choke out the words between bursts of laughter, gasping for air as I struggle to catch my breath. “This just can’t be real.”
“Baby, you didn’t lose your mind.”
“But what other option is there, then?” I finally get my nervous laughter under control, but a wave of panic threatens to crash over me. “Am I really going to play into this madness?”
Seeming unsure of how to start, Ethan says, “Well, I can explain. I go for a simple, straightforward explanation, Little Dive. I’m a Werewolf. I’m actually Blackmoon’s Alpha.”
My brows knit in confusion. “*What*?” I blink hard. “What do you mean? What do you mean you’re a Werewolf? How?” I’m struggling to make sense of what I just witnessed, chalking it up to the pounding headache Logan left me with. But in Ethan’s case, I ask, “Are you drunk?”
He must be. I mean, he must be drunk and not a damn werewolf because that is just absurd.
But Ethan looks at me with pity.
No. I shake my head, refusing to accept it. “This can’t be real.”
“But it is, Little Dove.” His eyes flick over his shoulder, his body tense. “I know you have a million questions, and I get that it’s hard to believe, but we need to leave. It’s not safe here, and you’re hurt. You need medical attention.”
My jaw tightens, my lips pressing into a thin line as I force myself to breathe slowly through my nose. “Are you a Werewolf?”
His throat works as he swallows. “Yes.” His eyes search mine. “Baby, we really need to go—”
I hold up a hand, still staring at him when Ethan tries to advance. “What else did you lie about?”
His face falls, guilt darkening his expression.
When he doesn’t answer, I fire off several questions, “So you can magically turn into a giant wolf like that? What is it? Some kind of rare mutation?”
Ethan gives a small smile. “No. It’s not a rare mutation, even if only our species or other species know about us. But among them, Werewolves are considered the fiercest and most ruthless of the Weres. The most animalistic.”
“Other species?” I open my mouth in disbelief. “No. Wait! There are more like you?”
“Yes. Actually, just Werewolves live in my pack, Little Dove.”
“What!” I blink several times, trying to make sense of what he just said. Thank goodness I’m sitting down, if I were standing, I would definitely fall over. “You mean I’ve been around werewolves this whole time?”
“Yes.”
“I knew it was a cult!”
His brow furrows. “What?”
“I knew Blackmoon was a cult. The way you guys worship a goddess, the way they call you Alpha.” I shake my head. “I was right all this time. No one fooled me with that.” I nod.
“We’re not a cult,” Ethan replies. He breathes, aghast.
“Oh, come on. How isn’t it?” Shoot! I must be offending him. “But I don’t really... Uh, I mean. If you’re not hurting yourself or anyone else, I don’t want to judge you or anyone in Blackmoon. I got it why you wanted to tell me.” I nod again. “But I’m not interested in joining your cult. I mean, I don’t want to join any cult. Not just yours.”
“Vi will love to hear it. Please tell her that.” He says with a smile, then he shakes his head. “We aren’t a cult, Little Dove. Cults are fucking bad! I am in genuine awe of your attempt just now to make it sound like a lifestyle choice you should respect. I promise you’re safe in Blackmoon, and the weird stuff isn’t bad there.”
Even though he seems to be telling the truth, I still have my doubts. That’s why I keep asking him. Like an idiot, may I add. “So you transform into that *marvelous* big black wolf whenever you want, then?”
Ethan smirks, as if I just said something funny. And I try with all my might to keep my eyes locked on his instead of lowering them. Yet, I can see his cock twitch.
“Well, yeah. We call it shifting.”
Ethan keeps talking, carefully explaining things I can’t even begin to process—mostly because I start to zone out.
Can someone really blame me? It’s not even because I’m tired or hurt. But because of the mother of all bombs he has just dropped. All this time, he’s been lying to me.
Again.
Always lying.
I feel *something* building inside me, growing stronger and stronger with every second. That black light, whispering promises of control, threatens to take over. I fight it back, and I manage to hold it off, but the raw, seething anger it leaves behind doesn’t fade, even as the light retreats.
My focus snaps back when I catch Ethan saying, “... That’s why it’s not so easy to kill a Werewolf.”
“Oh, so you can’t die?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“Well, not easily—”
My hand snaps toward the gun Logan used to kill Chelsea lying on the table beside me. Without a second thought, I grab it and unload every last bullet into Ethan’s chest.
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