Chapter 55
Ethan said, “Wait while I bring the car over.”
“Okay,” I agreed, loud enough for him to here, but, I still followed him to the car.
The night air was brisk, carrying a faint tang of pine and damp earth, as if the forest was breathing deeply around us. The parking lot was mostly empty, the dim glow of streetlights casting long shadows that danced across the cracked asphalt.
When we reached the car, I hesitated for a moment before impulsively grabbing his arm. My fingers brushed against the rough texture of his jacket, and he turned to look at me, his brow furrowed in mild confusion. There was something in his expression–half irritation, half curiosity–that made me pause.
Still, I couldn’t stop the question that bubbled up, my curiosity overriding any sense of decorum. “Ethan,” I began, tilting my head slightly, “you’re well–versed in all kinds of stuff. Have you ever heard of retrograde ejaculation?”
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, he seemed caught off guard. “I’ve heard of that condition,” he replied cautiously.
“Great!” I clapped my hands together and stepped closer, almost as if we were longtime friends discussing a fascinating topic. “So, it’s true? The semen goes back into the bladder instead of coming out through the urethra?”
I couldn’t help but blink up at him, wearing what I thought was an innocent, eager–to–learn expression. Internally, though, my thoughts were racing. ‘You male werewolves and your amazing physiology! I wonder how the Moon Goddess designed you all when she created werewolves?‘
Ethan’s face darkened, his jaw tightening as if he were clenching back words. “I’m perfectly normal,” he said, his voice a little rough, almost breaking as the wind tousled his dark hair. “I can give you a healthy child. Totally.”
I stared at him, stunned. A child? The word echoed in my mind, bouncing around like a stray marble in a tin can.
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Ethan’s eyes widened slightly as he realized what he had just blurted out. His cheeks flushed–was that embarrassment?-and he turned sharply on his heel.
Without another word, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a quick flick of his lighter, and shoved it between his lips. He faced the car window, avoiding my gaze, the reflection of the flame briefly illuminating the awkward tension hanging between us.
I watched his back, a bitter taste filling my mouth. The smell of smoke curled around us, Auingling with the night air. “Ethan,” I finally said, my voice cutting through the silence like
a knife. “I’m trying to talk about something serious here…”
He didn’t respond, so I pressed on. “What’s all this nonsense about giving me a healthy child? Who wants to have kids with you anyway?”
I rolled my eyes, shaking off the strange tension that had settled over us. Refocusing, I said, “Retrograde ejaculation is a reproductive system disorder where semen doesn’t exit from the right place but instead goes back into the bladder, causing infertility. This could mean
the suspect who hurt Steven might have this issue, so they didn’t leave any DNA at the
scene.”
Ethan exhaled a cloud of smoke, finally turning his head slightly toward me. His gaze was sharp, cutting through the haze like a blade. “So, you’re concerned about him?”
I crossed my arms and sighed. “I think he’s a lot like I used to be, getting bullied by everyone in the pack…”
Ethan’s expression hardened. “His dad used to be an Alpha. Their pack had a lot of resources, even their houses were huge. What’s similar about you two?”
There was an edge to his tone, and I met his gaze head–on, refusing to back down. “What? Can’t Omegas sympathize with others?”
Ethan snorted, stretching his neck as his eyes glinted coldly in the faint light. “What a 4 shame. A hardworking and kind gene like yours, with no kids to inherit it, is a loss for the
entire werewolf world.”
His words struck a nerve, and before I could formulate a retort, he had already opened the car door and slid into the driver’s seat. His movements were stiff, as if he were trying to
contain some unspoken frustration.
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For a moment, I just stood there, watching him. The glow of the dashboard lights tafféeria off his profile, casting sharp shadows that only emphasized the nine in his j
Confused and more than a little irritated, I climbed into the passenger seat and backend my seatbelt. I glanced at him and said, “Mr. Blaine, put on your seatbelt
He shot me a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a sarcastic smirk. “Ten’t if your job to do that since you’re so hardworking and kind?
I paused, caught off guard by his biting tone. Then, without a word, I leaned over, pulling the belt across his shoulder, chest, and stomach before clicking it into place. My breath brushed against his ear as I adjusted the strap, and I could feel the tension radiating from him like heat from a fire.
