Chapter 7


    “What exactly do you want?” Christopher probed, his voiceced with annoyance with Ethan’s


    indecisiveness.


    “Even if you found Hazel, what would you do?” he continued, urging Ethan to confront the implications


    of his actions.


    With a heavy sigh, Christopher gracefully exited the office, leaving Ethan alone with his thoughts. Just


    as Christopher departed, Be stormed into the room, narrowly avoiding a collision with him on the


    way.


    “I want to be alone,” Ethan dered, his voiceden with a sense of weariness and frustration.


    “What?” Be inquired, moving closer, her genuine concern evident. “What’s wrong? Did something


    happen at work? You can tell me anything,” she insisted, circling around to where he sat. She reached


    out to touch his shoulder, but Ethan abruptly shrugged her off. “Please leave,” he said, his patience


    wearing thin, his voice tinged with exasperation. “But…” Be began to protest, determined to


    understand what was troubling him. “Now!” he yelled, his emotions finally breaking through the surface.


    “You’re thinking about your ex, aren’t you? This is tant disrespect, after what she did to me. Now


    you’re even pushing me away!” Be retorted, her frustration and anger spilling over, her deep–seated


    resentment for Hazel resurfacing. Even though Hazel had


    disappeared, her presence still lingered, haunting their rtionship. Ethan’s inability to move on fueled


    Be’s irritation.


    Ethan remained silent, caught in his inner turmoil, and unable to articte his feelings. “You want to be


    alone? Fine! I’ll leave your house. I’ll leave and nevere back. Go find your precious Hazel. I’m


    nob*dy anyway,” she said, turning to leave. She paused at the door. hoping and expecting Ethan to


    chase after her, as he always did. She often guilt–tripped him and threatened to leave whenever he got


    lost in thoughts of his ex–wife. However, today was different. Ethan remained seated quietly, his


    decision firm and unwavering.


    “Go to your room, Be, and remain there,” he finallymanded, his tone resolute. With an annoyed


    sigh, Be mmed the door behind her, her brashness a reflection of her mounting frustration.


    Inside the room, Ethan’s fists clenched in anger. Be had be increasingly challenging. acting like


    a brat, and testing his patience.


    She would make threats like that whenever she didn’t have her way, but now he was too fatigued and


    stressed to give in to her demands. The strain in their rtionship was clear. and even members of his


    pack had begun to voice their dissatisfaction, longing for his former wife and Luna, Hazel.


    He sighed once again, burdened by theplexities of his life and rtionships. He sat there for hours


    shuffling through documents and folders concerning work and the pack. Amid his contemtion, a


    knock echoed through the study.


    “Come in,” he beckoned.


    Martha, a longtime member of their household staff, entered with a polite greeting. “Good evening,


    Alpha.”


    “Martha,” Ethan acknowledged, reclining into his seat. Hisposure remained steady as he inquired,


    “Is something wrong?”


    “No, Alpha. Nothing is wrong, It’s just that I would like to resign,” Martha exined, her voice tinged


    with sadness.


    “You no longer want to work for me?” Ethan inquired calmly, knowing that Martha had been with


    Hazel’s family long before she joined their household.


    “It’s not that way, sir,” Martha replied, her head bowed respectfully. “I would love to retire and move to


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    the seaside.”


    “Okay,” Ethan said, understanding her desire. “Is there anything I can do to make you change your


    mind? I can offer you a raise or something.”


    “No, sir. I would like to retire, to live with my family on the ind.” Martha insisted, her resolve


    unwavering.


    “Very well,” Ethan agreed. “You’ll be missed, Martha. When do you intend to leave?”


    “By the end of this month,” came her reply.


    “Alright then,” Ethan acknowledged. “Thank you for your services. Please send for James on your way


    out.”


    Martha exited the study quietly, leaving Ethan to his thoughts. Momentster, James entered, waiting


    respectfully.


    “James, Martha will be retiring next month. Please make the necessary arrangements,” Ethan


    instructed without raising his head, still shuffling through documents.


    “Yes, sir,” James replied, but there was a moment of hesitation in his demeanor.


    “Is there a problem?” Ethan inquired, sensing James‘ reluctance to speak.


    “Well,” James began, “the maids were cleaning Ma’am Be’s room, and they found this,” he said,


    passing an envelope to Ethan. “I believe it’s addressed to you.”


    Ethan looked up, his brows furrowing with curiosity. “What?” he asked, collecting the envelope and


    tearing it open, wondering why Be had left a letter.


    As he read the contents, his face contorted with concern, and he rushed out of the room, his steps


    echoing on the stairs as he dialed a number on his phone.


    “What’s going on?” Christopher inquired, noticing Ethan’s agitated state.


    “Be’s gone,” Ethan replied, his voice filled with worry.


    “Gone where?” Christopher asked, bewildered by the sudden turn of events.


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    “She’s gone. She said she’s leaving, that she isn’t good enough for me, and that I don’t want her,”


    Ethan exined, exasperation and regret evident in his tone as he ran a hand through his hair.


    “What?! Get your act together. First Hazel, now Be. What exactly do you want?” Christopher asked in


    annoyance, preparing to follow Ethan in his search.


    As Ethan waited for Adam to bring the car around, he muttered to himself, “Pick up phone, Be.”


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    He entered the car and began searching the streets for her, deeply regretting how he had treated his


    mate. He had constantly pushed her away and ignored her. Christopher was right, he and Hazel were


    divorced. But all he ever did was make Be feel unwanted, at that moment he made up his mind. He


    had put it off long enough, once he found Be, they would get married.


    His phone rang, and he answered it. It was Christopher on the other end.


    “Come to Willow Hospital right now. Be’s here she was hit by a car,” Christopher urgently informed


    him.


    Ethan froze at his words, the weight of guilt crashing over him. “What?!” he bellowed, as panic gripped


    him.


    “Calm down. Just drive over,” Christopher advised, urging Ethan to collect his thoughts and not do


    anything rash.


    Guilt gnawed at Ethan as he navigated the streets, fully aware of the consequences of his


    actions.


    Its all my fault, I pushed my mate away he thought sadly to himself