Chapter 97
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
I was aghast—totally petrified at what I saw—and didn’t notice I shifted back to my human form. I grabbed a fabric that was hanging on a wall not too far from me and used it to cover my body. Ethan was lying unconscious on the ground after I rammed him against the wall; I wondered if I had broken all his ribs and punctured his lungs with it after blood burst from his mouth. There’s no way I would let him die that easily!
What made it more painful to know was that Ethan did those horrible things to me. My best friend! My childhood friend in Silver Crescent, whom I thought was the only person who was happy that I moved into this place, apart from my mate.
Tears streamed down my face. No physical wounds or any trace of injury were left on my skin after I morphed to my werewolf form and then back to my human self. But the trauma, the screams, the excruciating feeling of the silver chains around me—it remained in my head like a nightmare. The trauma, the screams, and the excruciating feeling of the silver chains around me lingered in my mind like a curse, bringing misery to me. My whole body trembled as beads of cold sweat formed on my forehead. I remembered the feeling of the silver chains around my wrists, ankles, and neck. Sobs emerged from my throat. Why did he do that to me?!
“Why, Ethan!” My voice broke as I screamed at him, filled with rage and confusion. “I can’t understand why you did this to me! Did Richard Bennett order you to take me away from my kids?! Tell me it’s him, Ethan! Tell me that someone forced you to do this to me!
He looked at me with black, swollen eyes and then winced as he grinned. “No one ordered me to kidnap you, Samantha. It was all my decision. I hurt you because I had to. I had to take you away from your kids and Alpha Dominic because I have to.”
My heart shattered into millions of pieces as I hissed at him, baring my teeth with rage. “You are my best friend, Ethan! I trusted you like a real brother! Like a comrade!”
He scoffed, “Do you think I like that this happened as well, Samantha?!” He grimaced as he leaned more comfortably against the wall, then glared at me, "Do you think I enjoyed seeing you hurting on that g*dd*mned table?!"
“You bastard!” I kicked him in the gut and he coughed. “You f*cking bastard, I will kill you!!!”
“YEAH! KILL ME NOW, SAMANTHA! Kill me now so you won’t know who you truly are! Kill me and your life and your kids’ lives will be in danger!”
“What are you talking about?” I asked him with danger in my voice, “Why will my children’s and my life be in danger!? What do you know, Ethan! You and Lena are not making sense! Did Lena command you to do this to me?! Is she behind all of this!?”