Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack (Evelyn and Damon) novel Chapter 231

Ethan pov

I was making my way back toward my own quarters, still processing everything that had unfolded with Nadia, when three figures stepped out from the shadows near the training grounds, their postures carrying immediate, obvious hostility.

I recognized them almost instantly—the brothers of the women who'd confronted Nadia earlier, older, considerably larger, their expressions carrying the same simmering resentment their sisters had displayed, though considerably more volatile now given whatever accounts they'd apparently already received about the day's earlier confrontations.

"Ethan Cross," the largest one said, his voice carrying deliberate, mocking emphasis. "We heard you humiliated our sisters today. Threatened formal punishment simply for expressing legitimate grievances."

"Your sisters physically assaulted my mate," I said, keeping my voice level despite the obvious tension building rapidly in the air between us. "That's considerably more serious than simply expressing grievances."

"Your mate," the second brother spat, something genuinely contemptuous in his tone. "That outsider you've apparently decided to prioritize over women who actually belong to this pack, women you personally hurt through your own careless behavior."

"I understand you're upset," I said carefully, understanding the volatility of the situation despite my attempt at measured composure. "But this isn't the appropriate way to actually address your concerns."

"We're not here to discuss appropriate channels," the third one said, his voice carrying genuine, building threat now. "We're here because our sisters are genuinely humiliated, facing formal consequence because you decided some outsider's feelings mattered more than their legitimate pain."

The largest brother moved forward suddenly, his fist swinging toward me with obvious, violent intent, and I barely managed to step back in time, understanding this confrontation had genuinely escalated beyond simple verbal hostility.

"Stop," I said sharply, though my own wolf was already pressing hard against the surface, understanding the genuine danger this situation now represented.

They didn't stop. All three moved together now, their coordinated aggression suggesting this hadn't been simple, spontaneous confrontation but rather something they'd genuinely planned in advance.

I shifted my stance, preparing to actually defend myself against what was clearly becoming genuine physical assault, when a sharp, commanding voice cut through the escalating tension.

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