~ ETHAN ~
There’s nothing more infuriating than competing with Ronan. It’s like winning is woven into the bastard’s blood.
And I fucking hate him for it. He’s so damn good at everything he touches that it makes me feel smaller just standing next to him.
The worst part is that my entire life has never really been about what I wanted. It has always been about becoming good enough to stand beside Ronan, challenge Ronan, and someday beat Ronan.
But how the fuck do you compete with someone who’s always one step ahead?
Ronan has the brains, the charm, and the looks. He’s a natural-born leader, a gifted strategist, and one of the deadliest fighters our generation has ever seen.
No matter how hard I train or how many battles I win, someone always finds a way to compare me to him. Every achievement I earn somehow becomes another reminder that Ronan did it better.
I’ve spent my entire life chasing a finish line that keeps moving because Ronan is always standing beyond it.
People don’t see Ethan. They see Ronan’s cousin brother.
I’ve never been the first choice. I’ve always been the second contender, the spare, the one living in his cousin’s shadow.
It’s like the bastard walks into every room and steals all the air from it. No matter where I go or what I accomplish, his presence follows me, making me feel like I’m fighting a battle I was destined to lose before it even began.
I had every intention of returning to the pack and challenging Ronan for the Alpha position fair and square. For once, I actually had an advantage over him.
The curse hanging over his head.
As long as he remained cursed, he was vulnerable, and vulnerability was something Ronan had never been able to afford. It was the one weakness I could exploit, the only leverage I had against the perfect golden son. I hated myself for thinking that way.
But when you’ve spent your entire life standing in someone else’s shadow, you stop caring about playing fair. You start caring about winning.
I already had everything planned out the moment I heard Ronan had taken another Luna. The rumors said he cared about this one differently, and that alone caught my attention.
They said he’d fallen in love. Bloody hell... Ronan, of all people, had actually fallen in love.
I didn’t believe it at first because Ronan had never been the sentimental type. I thought it was nothing more than another exaggerated rumor.
Then I came back to the pack and saw it with my own eyes.
The way he looks at her says everything. He watches her like she’s the center of his world, and he’d kill anyone who so much as thinks about hurting her.
That kind of devotion is dangerous because love always creates a weakness.
My plan was simple. I was going to let him fall so deeply for her that she’d become the perfect leverage against him when the time came.
But, fuck...

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