POV Ethan Darnell
The night sky glowed dimly under the pale moonlight as Sanders stopped in front of the mansion gate and carried me to my room. My breathing was still ragged—not from exhaustion, but from the rage boiling in my chest. The second his feet touched the ground, I jumped off his back and shot him a fiery glare.
"Sanders! What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled, furious.
He didn’t answer. Moving efficiently, Sanders helped me into a chair. His strong frame trembled slightly before he finally knelt in front of me, head bowed. I didn’t need an explanation. I knew exactly what he had just done.
SMACK!
My fist landed hard on his face, making his head jerk to the side. But Sanders remained silent. He didn’t retaliate. He didn’t even lift his head.
"I'm sorry, Alpha. I was just
