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Chapter 47: The Obsession

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“Knock, knock, knock-” I rapped my knuckles against the door of Ethan’s hotel suite, growing increasingly frustrated with each unanswered knock.

“Ethan, are you in there?” I called out, pressing my ear against the door. Nothing but

silence greeted me.

I frowned and pulled out my phone, quickly dialing his number. The phone rang and rang, eventually disconnecting on its own. This was ridiculous! Ever since we returned from Alexander Winters‘ estate, Ethan had completely disappeared–no texts, no calls, nothing. The front desk confirmed he hadn’t checked out, so where the

hell was he?

My patience finally snapped. I pounded on the door with both fists, no longer caring about disturbing the neighbors.

“Ethan Grey, open up! If you don’t open the door today, I’ll keep banging until

you do!”

Ten minutes of relentless knocking later, I heard shuffling footsteps approaching from inside. The door swung open, and I immediately recoiled as a powerful stench of smoke and alcohol hit me like a physical force.

“Why does it reek so badly?” I gagged, pinching my nose in disgust.

The sight before me was even worse than the smell. Ethan stood in the doorway, but he barely resembled the powerful, immaculate Alpha heir I knew. His eyes were sunken and dark, surrounded by purple shadows. His normally clean–shaven face was covered in several days‘ worth of stubble. His hair was greasy and unkempt, and his clothes were wrinkled and stained.

“How did you let yourself become like this?” I asked, unable to hide my revulsion.

Ethan’s eyes were completely empty, devoid of their usual sharp intelligence. His face

want?” was numb and lifeless as he muttered hoarsely, “What do

you

Without waiting for an invitation, I pushed past him into the suite. The room was

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pitch black despite it being the middle of the day. All the curtains were drawn tight,

and not a single light was on.

I frowned and immediately flipped the light switch, illuminating the disaster zone that

was once a luxury hotel suite. Empty wine bottles littered every surface. Overflowing ashtrays spilled cigarette butts and ashes across the coffee table and floor. The bed was unmade, clothes were strewn everywhere, and room service trays with half–eaten

Ethan remained motionless in the middle of the room, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. His vacant stare was fixed on some invisible point in the distance, completely unresponsive to my words.

“Ethan! Are you even listening to me?” I snapped, growing increasingly frustrated.

“Fine. Stay here and rot if that’s what you want,” I finally spat, turning on my heel and storming out. I slammed the door behind me with enough force to rattle the walls,

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