His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 193

#Chapter 193: The Brotherly Rivals

Moana

I wanted to beg Edrick not to fight and to just let the police take Ethan away, but it seemed as though Edrick had his sights set on a fist fight with Ethan. As I watched them roll up their sleeves and prepare to fight, I just hoped that Edrick was a good fighter and that Ethan wouldn’t pull any dirty tricks.

One of the cops took Ella, who was thankfully still asleep. He took her to one of the police cars and asked if I wanted to come to safety, but I couldn’t rip my eyes away from Edrick.

I felt so stupid for not trusting Edrick. Of course the conversations with Olivia were all fake, completely fabricated to make me lose trust in him. They wanted to separate me from the one person who would do whatever it would take to keep me safe.

Ethan and Edrick stood on opposite sides of the open room and got into fighting stances. I watched with bated breath as Edrick put his fists up, prepared to fight. Everything felt still and silent, like the calm in the air right before a huge thunderstorm. The air felt static, like there was electricity floating through it.

And then Edrick charged at Ethan. The two brothers flew into a flurry of punches and kicks. Ethan got one punch in on Edrick’s cheek, causing him to hesitate for a moment as he shook the pain out of his head, but Edrick managed to dodge the next punch. Edrick then swiped his leg under Ethan’s feet. Ethan tumbled to the ground, but he was incredibly agile thanks to his werewolf blood and bounced right back up a moment later with his fists still raised. He made a hook at Edrick’s head, which Edrick ducked to dodge again. Edrick’s fist jabbed into Ethan’s stomach, causing Ethan to stagger backwards against the wall to catch his breath.

While Ethan was up against the wall, Edrick flew at him and punched at him furiously. They moved so fast that they were almost a blur because of their werewolf abilities; Edrick’s fists flew over and over again, and Ethan repeatedly dodged until he managed to uppercut Edrick in the jaw and send Edrick flying backwards.

I gasped loudly as Edrick skidded across the floor. His shirt tore from scraping against the cement.

“Edrick!” I called, but he wasn’t listening. With a growl, Edrick climbed back to his feet. I could see bits of blood beginning to bead up on his skin where his shirt had torn, but the cuts didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. Ethan charged at him again and feinted to the right, but Edrick was on his toes and caught Ethan. He picked Ethan up by the neck with one hand, then slammed Ethan into the ground. He was going to kill Ethan.

I didn’t want anyone to die, but Edrick was too furious to be stopped despite the fact that both I and the police were begging him not to take it too far. Edrick wasn’t listening, though, and instead punched Ethan in the face repeatedly until Ethan’s face was covered in blood. Edrick paused then, his chest heaving as he straddled Ethan and stared down at him. Edrick’s eyes were wide and glowing brighter than I had ever seen them before.

Ethan spit out a bloody tooth on the ground and laughed.

“You never played nice, Edrick,” he growled, his voice muddled by the blood. “Every time we roughhoused as kids, you always left me bleeding… But this time, you’ll be the one who bleeds.”

Suddenly, Ethan grabbed Edrick with an unexpected amount of force for someone whose face had practically just been beaten to a pulp. He grabbed him around the neck and yanked him closer, growling as he did, and then head butted Edrick hard. Edrick reeled at this, and I cried out with fear. I tried to rush out to him, but one of the cops stopped me and held me back, shaking his head.

“It’s best you stay out of it, miss,” he said quietly. “Once two Alphas start fighting, no one can break them up.”

I could only watch in abject horror as Ethan then threw Edrick’s body to the ground, causing Edrick to slide across the floor once more. Groaning, Ethan slowly climbed to his feet and limped over to Edrick. He put his foot on Edrick’s head, turning it this way and that as though inspecting it, before grabbing a fistful of Edrick’s shirt and pulling him up a bit. He punched Edrick square in the face. Edrick’s head snapped back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head for a moment.

“Let me go,” I begged, wrenching myself free from the cop. “He’s going to die!”