After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 31

Clara’s eyes widened in disbelief. She had defied my orders before and had never faced any real consequences. But now, it seemed the game had changed. Panic set in, and her voice rose in a shrill plea. “Sophia, you can’t do this! Ryan won’t forgive you!”

I felt a surge of satisfaction as I looked her in the eye, unbothered by her threats. “I don’t care. I don’t want to see you again.”

Ethan signaled the warriors standing nearby, and within moments, they moved to escort Clara out. She screamed and struggled, but they took her away, her voice fading as they dragged her out of the packhouse.

As soon as she was gone, I slumped slightly against Ethan’s side. My eyes were still red and puffy from crying. Ethan looked down at me, concern creasing his brow.

“Are you hungry?” he asked gently. “We can have dinner together.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “Of course I am,” I replied, the warmth returning to my voice. “Let’s eat now.”

Ethan blinked, clearly caught off guard by my response. But he wasn’t the only one. The other servants in the packhouse, who had been watching the scene unfold, exchanged surprised glances. One of them, a hesitant young girl, stepped forward and spoke softly.

“But… Young Master Ryan hasn’t returned today.”

Ryan was never treated well at Stardust Pack. Often overlooked and belittled by the other pack members, he’d retreat to my house to escape. There were many nights when he’d come back late, after spending hours at the training grounds or trying to impress the pack leadership. In those days, I’d wait for him—no matter how hungry I was. Ethan, of course, would eat earlier, unwilling to play into Ryan’s schedule, but I’d always hold off until Ryan came home, no matter how long it took.

The maids were used to it by now, accustomed to seeing me wait patiently, my empty plate in front of me, until Ryan arrived. So, when I told them I wanted to eat early today, they exchanged puzzled glances. Before I could say anything more, Ethan spoke up, his voice firm and decisive, almost as if he was afraid I’d change my mind.

“What’s the point of waiting for him? Let’s eat now,” he said.

The maids didn’t ask further questions. They shuffled about, quickly preparing the table. The clattering of plates and the scent of warm food filled the dining room. I could see a flicker of curiosity in Ethan’s eyes. He wasn’t used to seeing me make decisions like this—he wasn’t used to seeing me put myself first.