After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 33

A slight tremor ran through my hand, and the fork in my grip wobbled.

Suddenly, I felt warmth—Ethan’s hand gently closing over mine. I looked up, meeting his steady gaze filled with concern. His touch anchored me, helping me regain my composure. Ryan, still standing at the doorway, was seething, his rage barely contained, but I refused to let it affect me any longer.

I turned my attention back to my plate, taking a slow bite, even though the food tasted like ash in my mouth. It was hard to swallow, but I forced myself to keep eating. I was too weak, too fragile right now. To stand up to Ryan, to break free of his influence, I needed to grow stronger—physically and mentally. I needed more food, more training. Only then could I truly fight back against him and his mother.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ryan’s glare fixed on me as I ate. The way he watched me hungrily reminded me of the time Linda had made me kneel and watch as they ate lavish meals without me, laughing at my empty plate. Now, I took my time, eating each bite slowly, relishing in the quiet power of the moment. Ryan could wait.

After a while, I finally set my fork down and wiped my mouth. My stomach was full, and the tension in the room had simmered down to a quiet unease. I glanced at Ryan, who stood at the door, waiting like a scolded child.

“Alright,” I said, pushing my chair back. “Let’s talk.”

Ethan’s brow furrowed as I stood up. His protective instincts were on high alert, and I could see the worry etched in his features. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” he asked gently, his tone filled with concern.

I offered him a small, reassuring smile. “No, it’s fine. I can handle this on my own.” I nodded toward Ryan. “We won’t be long.”

Ethan still didn’t seem convinced, but he respected my decision, letting me walk out to the small garden with Ryan. The crisp air outside helped clear my mind, and I braced myself for what was coming.

As soon as we were out of earshot, Ryan’s façade dropped. His face twisted with anger, and his voice was sharp as he snarled, “Why didn’t you wait for me to eat? And what’s Ethan doing here?” His jealousy was palpable, the bitterness in his tone unmistakable.

I met his gaze, unfazed by his outburst. “Ethan is my brother,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “And the Alpha of Moonshadow Pack. Why wouldn’t he be here?”