Chapter 56: Ethan Or Not?
“Miss, did you get your room number yet?”
A young crew member pulled me out of my shock.
I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart, then put on a smile and turned to him. “Ah, yes, it‘s on the ticket.”
No– that couldn‘t have been Ethan. There was no way he was here.
Besides, it would be hard for anyone to recognize me with my disguise on, especially from so far away.
As the boat drifted further and further from the shore, I no longer was able to pick him out in the crowd.
The worry that had surged within me threatened to expose my fear, but I couldn‘t allow it to. I had to get a grip of myself.
I turned my attention to the young man in front of me. He was holding a clipboard as he walked around the deck helping the passengers.
He gave me a friendly smile. “Follow me, and I will show you to your room. I just need your ticket.”
I handed my ticket to him, my eyes scanning my surroundings.
Everyone else was busy settling down on the ship, and no one paid attention to me. I was still safe.
I let out a sigh. I was probably just seeing things. Was it possible that my mind was playing tricks on me because, deep down. Thad hoped it was him standing there?
“Room seven. This way.” The crew attendant returned the ticket to me and led me along the deck.
The mid–morning sun was approaching its peak in the sky, and with it came refreshing, cool wisps of sea air blowing against my skin, reminding me that this was a new beginning. I found peace with my surroundings again.
After walking down a few corridors, we came to a white ship door that looked just like all the others. Here we are.”
I admired the small room, which contained a bed and a table. It even had its own small bathroom area. It wasn‘t anything lavish, but that excited me no less.
“Thank you!”
His face was bright with genuine compassion. “It‘s my pleasure. Please get some rest, and welcome aboard your journey to Avondale.”
His smile was heartwarming. For the first time, I was being treated just like anyone else– an ordinary, free, and independent person.
As he turned away to help other passengers, I settled in to rest without worry.
There was no Ethan, no danger– just a small and quiet cabin for me and my baby.
Thad never imagined that I would get as far as I had. I was more than proud of myself for what I had accomplished.
“I can‘t wait to get some sleep!” I whispered to myself with a grin.
After taking a nice, warm shower, I lay down on the small bed. The rhythm of the waves below was gentle, and the darkness slowly slid over me as I got comfortable– I welcomed it like an old friend.
**Ethan‘s POV
Hues of pink and orange painted the sky behind the castle as it came into view in front of me.
The storms from the night before had finally blown away, but their departure had done nothing to calm the tempest that raged within me, threatening to tear my mind apart.
Even sprinting for hours through the woods in my wolf form hadn‘t helped, I realized as soon as I shifted back.
I had hoped that it would change how I felt–or, at the very least, that running would distract me from the situation. But even then, I was not spared the tormented thoughts that filled my mind.
How could she do such a terrible thing?
I pushed the thoughts aside again and walked on two legs toward a tree with a hollow in it to retrieve some clothing I had stashed there.
Mud caked my legs and hands. I didn‘t care.
I took a series of controlled breaths in and out, willing my mind to focus. I had meetings to get to, duties to attend to, things to do. The worst thing I could do was show up in an emotional wreck and sob like a baby.
I retrieved the pair of jeans and T–shirt I had tucked away deep within the tree, put them on quickly, and then headed back.
As I neared the castle, my eyes automatically drifted in the direction of the cliffs.
I wasn‘t standing in the exact same spot as I had been when I saw Rosalie leap to her death, but the image still filled my mind.
Another wave of anguish washed over me, and I felt myself shaking.
I was at a loss. How the hill could she do that? It just didn‘t make any sense.
The Rosalie I knew, the one that loved her baby so much and was constantly dreaming of her baby‘s future, always protective covering her abdomen with her arm, would never do anything to hurt our child – her child. So why would she jump over the cliff and fall to her death, knowing our baby would die, too?
“She wouldn‘t,” I whispered aloud. “She would never do that.”
But I had seen her do it. I had watched it with my own eyes.
“Son of…!”
I slammed my fist with all my might into a nearby tree and left a dent on the trunk. My hand was bleeding, but the pain felt good.
I shook my head, grinding my teeth, willing my breathing to steady again.
Something wasn‘t adding up. It wasn‘t computing in my brain, and when something didn‘t compute, it was best for me not to think about it at all until I had a chance to gather more information.
For now, I needed to focus on other priorities. My raw, out–of–control emotions threatened to take me over the
edge. I couldn‘t risk falling apart in front of others– friends or enemies.
I couldn‘t let them see me hurting.
I marched in through the castle gate and immediately saw the relief on the guards‘ faces– until they noticed my bleeding fist.
“Alpha Ethan! We‘ll call the doctor right away!”
“Back off!” I growled as I walked past them.
They stilled at the danger in my voice. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them exchange a look, lower their heads, and go back to their positions without a word.
When I reached my suite, the emptiness reminded me again that she was gone. There wasn‘t anyone sitting by the window waiting for me any more.
For the first time ever, I noticed how big the room was.
The sound of her melodic voice filled my mind, and I imagined her singing…
I clenched my fists, and the motion made my cuts throb in pain.
Once again, I forcibly pushed that thought away and went to the dresser to grab a towel to wipe away the blood from my hand.
“What are you guys doing here?” I said, frowning. No one answered.
“We‘re worri…” Georgia started, but I interrupted her.
She just looked at me, wide–eyed.
Talon was taken aback a bit, but he answered my question without delay. “I spent the rest of the night talking with Romero and the other alphas. Georgia reported the situation to James in private. Most guests were socializing and didn‘t notice you were gone. Samuel took a few of our men and conducted an extensive search for Rosalie..,”
“Still nothing?” I knew the answer, but I asked anyway.
I didn‘t want to see it. I didn‘t want to have to know.
I gave him a nod and looked around the room. “Alright, I‘ve gotten the reports. You can go now.”
Anger boiled up in my mind, and I raised my voice. “What the hill are you guys still doing here?!”
Finally, Vicky stepped forward. It was apparent that she‘d been crying. Her eyes were red, and her face was swollen and puffy.
it?”
I cleared my throat and turned away, walking past her. “Not now.”
“We‘re worried about you,” Talon said, answering for all of them.
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