He Doesn't Love You Anymore (Amber and Ethan) novel Chapter 81

Is This a Confession?

The dinner between the Chase Pack and the Warren Pack left everyone severely impacted, with no one spared. Harrison Chase’s blood pressure soared from the shock of witnessing his son Henry kissing his adopted daughter Victoria in front of the Warren Pack. The humiliation and stress sent him straight to the emergency room at Crescent Moon Hospital.

Melanie Chase fainted from the overwhelming combination of witnessing the inappropriate kiss, her son’s head injury from Naomi’s violent reaction, and her mate’s medical emergency. The night became a cascade of disasters for the Chase family.

Henry was left reeling in the aftermath, his head throbbing from where Naomi had struck him with a decorative moonstone. He regretted his impulsive actions and the chaos that ensued, knowing he had destroyed any chance of the Warren Pack alliance.

Victoria, understanding that her position in the Chase Pack was irrevocably altered, chose to return to her apartment rather than face the family’s wrath. She realized her ambition was being overshadowed by an inappropriate attraction to Henry, which she resolved to overcome before it destroyed her completely.

Meanwhile, the Warren Pack house remained lit all night as Alpha Warren fumed over the public humiliation his family had endured. Naomi Warren, despite her relief at avoiding the unwanted mating ceremony, endured a night of harsh scolding from her stepmother about her violent outburst.

(Amber’s POV)

My mind was jumbled with Victoria’s revelations about Sophia and Dominic’s arrangement. The weight of learning about Samuel Winters‘ death and Sophia’s connection to Dominic pressed heavily on my thoughts.

But Dominic seemed completely focused on something else entirely.

“Dominic, I’m in love with you,” I had said in the parking lot, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

His reaction was immediate and intense. His blue eyes darkened with something I couldn’t quite identify.

“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice rough.

“What?”

“Say it again. The part about being in love with me.”

I felt heat rise to my cheeks. “Dominic, I’m in love with you.”

“Again.”

“I’m in love with you.”

“Again.”

By the eighth repetition, my voice was barely a whisper. Dominic suddenly swept me into his arms, carrying me toward the car

with determined strides.

“Felix, drive faster,” he ordered as we settled into the backseat./

I was unnerved by his sudden seriousness. He didn’t take my hand or react the way I expected. Instead, he sat rigidly beside me, his jaw clenched and his breathing controlled.

Why wasn’t he saying anything? I had just confessed my love, and he was acting like he was heading into battle.

The silence stretched between us, making me second–guess everything.

Upon arriving at our bedroom, I was immediately pulled into a passionate kiss that left me breathless and disoriented. Dominic’s hands were everywhere, urgent and possessive, as if he was trying to claim every inch of me.

Before I knew it, I found myself in bed, feeling vulnerable and exposed beneath his intense gaze.

As he held me afterward, I couldn’t help but voice my lingering resentment about his earlier coldness

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“Why didn’t you say anything in the car?” I demanded, my claws partially extending as I scratched his back in frustration. “I confessed to you, and you didn’t say a word, no reaction at all. What are you thinking? Just tell me straight!”

Dominic’s lips curved into a peculiar smile. “Are you sure I didn’t react?”

“What do you mean?”

He leaned close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I was hard the entire car ride home. That’s why I couldn’t move or speak properly.”

My face burned with embarrassment. I bit his shoulder, annoyed at his crude honesty.

“Stop talking,” I mumbled against his skin.

Afterward, Dominic lit a cigarette, the orange glow illuminating his sharp features in the darkness. I was nestled in his arms, feeling drowsy but oddly restless.

On impulse, I snatched the cigarette from his fingers and took a puff.

The harsh smoke immediately sent me into a coughing fit. Dominic quickly took the cigarette back, rubbing my back as I struggled to breathe.

“That was stupid,” he said, but his tone was amused rather than angry.

“Make me some moonlight tea,” I requested, still trying to clear my throat.

“It’s past midnight.”

“I don’t care. I want tea.”

Dominic sighed but got up anyway. “You’re becoming very demanding.”

I watched him move gracefully around the kitchen, his movements precise and elegant even in the dim light. The way he measured the special herbal blend and heated the water was almost hypnotic.

When the tea leaves hit the hot water, they unfurled vigorously, dancing and swirling in the clear liquid.

Dominic chuckled, watching the display. “Just like you.”

I understood his suggestive comment immediately. My face heated again as I playfully pinched his leg.

“You’re an old pervert,” I accused.

Dominic laughed, a rich sound that made my heart skip. He carried me back to the room, his arms strong and secure around me.

“Yes, I’m an old pervert, and you’re a little pervert,” he said, his voice warm with affection. “The old pervert loves the little pervert.”

I stared at him in surprise. Was this his confession?

I woke up the next day at noon, sunlight streaming through the curtains. My phone showed several missed messages, including one from Naomi Warren.

Her message was simple: “Amber, I’m sorry about last night. Can we meet for lunch? I’d like to explain.”

Initially, I thought of simply replying “It’s nothing,” but then I reconsidered. This could be an opportunity to help Lucas, who had harbored feelings for Naomi for years.

I decided to invite him to join our meal.

“I’m free anytime, you pick the time,” I replied to Naomi.

Just as I sent the message, my phone rang. Henry’s name appeared on the screen.

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“Amber, our parents are at Crescent Moon Hospital,” he said without preamble. “Dad’s blood pressure spiked and Mom fainted. They’re stable now, but you should visit them.”

Without hesitation, I had Florence Harper pack some nutritional supplements and venison jerky. Jared Stone drove me to the hospital, his usual stoic expression showing concern.

I found Harrison’s secretary giving him a report about pack business, trying to maintain normalcy despite the circumstances. Melanie lay with her eyes closed, looking pale and fragile. Henry slumped in a chair, his face drawn with exhaustion and guilt.

Observing their defeated expressions, I felt a surge of satisfaction

“Oh, everyone’s here,” I remarked cheerfully, deliberately scanning the room. “But where’s Victoria?”

The silence was deafening.

“Old Chase, where’s your most capable daughter?” I continued, my voice dripping with false concern. “Why hasn’t she come to see you?”

Harrison’s chest visibly tightened with anger, his face reddening.

I turned to Melanie, who was now watching me with barely concealed fury. “Mother, where’s your most thoughtful little cotton jacket? You’re in the hospital, and she hasn’t even come to see you.”

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