Chapter 38: Territorial Tensions
(Ethan's POV)
The sound of shattering glass pierced through the elegant murmur of the Northern Territories Charity Gala. I looked down at my hand, watching as crimson wine dripped between my fingers like blood, mingling with actual blood from where the crystal had sliced my palm.
"Are you alright, Alpha Blackwood?" A server rushed forward with a napkin.
I dismissed him with a wave. "Just a slip of the hand."
But it wasn't just a slip. It was pure, unfiltered rage at seeing Samantha—my Samantha—leaning intimately toward Hector Grayson, her lips close to his ear, her hand resting on his chest.
My wolf, Logan, snarled inside me, demanding I cross the room and tear them apart. The primal instinct to protect what was mine surged through my veins, alm
