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#Chapter 86 – Ethan Goes on a Bender
Jane
As I stare at the knife in my hands, I have
to smother a shiver. I’m not sure I could
actually go through with stabbing
someone – and it occurs to me that any
thief or burglar might just as easily take the weapon from my hands and use it
against me. 1
Maybe I should just call the police? I think nervously. Or Ethan, he might be a
pain in my ass but if he thought we were
in danger he’d be here faster than any cop. Still my protective maternal
instincts are in high gear, and I know I’m
willing to risk my own life to defend my
pups.
I’m almost to the peephole, still uncertain if investigating is the most
sensible choice, when I hear a familiar growl. “Janey?” Ethan’s muddled voice
rises on the other side of the door, and I
immediately relax. “I know you’re there,” he slurs in a sing-song voice, “I
can smell you!”
Oh goddess, he’s drunk. I realize, lowering the knife. I set it down on the hall table, striding forward
without hesitation. So drunk he can’t open the
damned door.
Wrenching the door open, I almost topple over when Ethan’s big body falls into my legs. He must have
been sitting with his back to the door, because now his head is resting against my knee as I struggle to
stay upright. Groaning, I bend down and hook my arms beneath his own, “Come on you, on your feet!” I
encourage, trying to lift him and failing, “Oh for fuck’s sake, you weight a ton!”
Ethan chuckles, surging to his feet and
reaching out to steady himself by latching onto the nearest object – which
unfortunately happens to be me. The next thing I know we’re tumbling to the
ground together, and despite his clear
inebriation, he does manage to roll so
that my fall is cushioned by his body. Swearing, I try to scramble off of him, but he’s faster, rising to his
feet and carrying
me with him. I don’t untense until my
feet are firmly back on the ground. As strong as he is, I don’t trust him to stand on his own two feet right
now, let alone support my weight.
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“You better not be making a habit of this, Ethan.” I scold. This is the second time
since I’ve returned that he’s gone on a bender like this, drowning his sorrows in
booze.
“Why not?” He grumbles, “You’re about to leave, and take the pups with you… what will it matter if I
become a drunk?”
“Because that isn’t you.” I proclaim gently, leading him towards his room.
You don’t give up and wallow, or lie around feeling sorry for yourself.”
“Maybe I do. I’ve never been completely
alone before, maybe that’s who I am
without my family.” He suggests,
stumbling along behind me.
“It isn’t,” I insist, closing the door
behind us. “This is just the booze talking. You scared me half to death by the way. I thought someone
was breaking in.” It’s feeling much easier to be angry with him
than to contemplate that he might be speaking the truth. “What were you even thinking, coming home in
this state?
What if the pups had found you instead of
me?”
“I’m sorry, you’re right.” He answers hazily, turning around on the spot. “I’ll go, I’ll go sleep it off
somewhere.”
“No, no!” I object, catching him before he can escape the bedroom, “You’re already here. Just get into
bed.” I instruct.
Ethan is swaying on his feet, but he seems to hone in on me now, looking down at me with tortured
intensity. “I’m so sorry, Janey.” He laments. “I didn’t
want to hurt you, I never wanted to hurt
you.”
“It’s okay, Ethan.” I lie, wanting to get this over with. “Just go to sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning.”
“No I wont. I’ll never feel better.” He
groans, taking my face between his
hands. “Please don’t take them, please don’t leave. I don’t have anything
without you and the pups.
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“That isn’t true, you still have the pack.
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I remind him, “We were never meant to
be together anyway. Alphas and omegas don’t mix, everyone tried to warn us, it’s
our fault we didn’t listen.” My fingers
close around his wrists, though I can’t
seem to detach his hands from my
cheeks. “Besides, for all we know you
have a fated mate out there waiting for you to find her.” I say, speaking one of my deepest, longest
hidden secrets aloud
since I know he won’t remember it.
It’s a very strange thing, to fear something so much when it would solve all my problems. Still, the idea
has
haunted me from the first day Ethan and
I got together. It stuck through our worst days, and even remained after I left him.
Every time Linda checked in with me to
report on Paisley’s status, I kept waiting
for her to tell me that he’d found his real
mate
“No.” He insists, shaking his head so vigorously it makes him dizzy. He finally
releases me so he can hold onto his own
temples, but he’s undeterred. “I don’t.
It’s you, it’s only ever been you. I don’t care if the Goddess sends me a hundred mates, I will only ever
want you.”
“Lots of people say that until they’ve met the one.” I state, trying to sound like I don’t care, or like I
actually want this to happen. “Then their childhood
sweethearts get tossed to the curb like yesterday’s trash.”
“Silly little wolf.” Ethan scoffs, shaking his head as if I’ve completely lost my mind. “Don’t you realize I
already met
her.”
“What?” I repeat, stunned and certain
I’ve misheard him.
“I already met my fated mate – years ago, before everything went wrong.” He announces, baffling me
completely. “She didn’t hold a candle to you.
“What?” I parrot, apparently incapable of coming up with any other words. “Ethan
look at me, how much did you have to
drink?”
“I’m not hallucinating, or dreaming.” He mumbles, reaching for me again. I back away, leading him closer
to the bed like a dog chasing a bone. “We’d been married
for almost two years, and she was traveling through the territory with her family. My wolf recognized her
immediately.”
I freeze in place, stopping just a bit too long and getting myself nabbed by the handsy Alpha once more.
“I… if that’s true why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to be jealous, or doubt my love for you.” He explains, nuzzling
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Oh no, there go my knees. All my insides are trying to melt, so I throw another wrench into his story. “And
when you
thought I’d died… you didn’t try to find her?”
“Finding her wouldn’t have brought you
back and that’s all I wanted.” His big,
–
tree trunk arms are circling me now,
surrounding me with warmth. “I had everything I needed with Paisley, except for you.”
I feel like I’ve got emotional whiplash, like every time I hit rock bottom I’m
catapulted onto the top of a mountain, only to plunge down again. Which is why
I don’t let myself fall for the warm fuzzy feeling in my chest, even though it’s threatening to take over me
completely.
“And then I found out about Riley, Parker and Ryder…” Ethan continues thickly, beginning to ramble out
every last one of his drunken thoughts. “the pups I never knew I needed until they were here… and now
they hate me… now you’re going to take them away.”
Well that was even faster than I expected. Guilt and pain consume me so abruptly they steal the breath
from my lungs… or
is it the huge wolf squeezing me like a security blanket? Gasping for air, I struggle to pry Ethan’s arms off
of me,
too tight!” I warn him hoarsely. “Ethan, I
can’t breathe.”
“Sorry,” he apologizes, loosening his
grip.
Of course, once he does I realize it hasn’t
helped. Sure my lungs aren’t being
physically crushed anymore, but the
emotional pain remains. It’s hard to deny
how badly Ethan is suffering at the
moment, and there’s no doubt it’s my
fault. I’d like to think that this will all go
away in the morning when sobriety returns, but I know better.
As I tuck Ethan into bed, I try to reconcile my guilt, with the strange joy of hearing
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that he truly chose me over his fated mate, and the knowledge that I can’t let this change anything.
Suddenly I see the appeal of trying to erase all my
tumultuous emotions with the numbing power of alcohol, but Ethan is all the evidence I need to see that
would only be a temporary fix, and one that would get me into more trouble. Instead I put him to bed, and
return to my own, praying that he won’t remember any of this in the cold light of day, and wishing I could
forget too.
Can I?
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