Chapter 13
Aria’s POV
Every question was like a slap, leaving Ethan speechless, even his Alpha authority shattered.
The two cubs cried harder, clinging to my clothes, their little wolf cub instincts desperately trying to win back their mother.
“We were wrong… Mommy…” Maya sobbed, out of breath, her little wolf ears drooping pitifully. “We’ll only love you from now on…. We’ll never hurt you again.”
My eyes welled up, but my resolve didn’t waver.
Gabriel silently handed me a tissue.
This small gesture completely enraged Ethan.
“Who do you think you are?” he demanded, his Alpha pressure bearing down on Gabriel. “What right do you have to interfere in our family matters?”
Gabriel calmly pushed up his glasses, unflinchingly meeting Ethan’s pressure.
His voice was steady. “I’m Aria’s friend. As for rights…”
He glanced at the two tear–soaked cubs. “I think those who hurt her have no right to ask me that question.”
Ethan’s fists clenched, his wolf roaring to challenge this male wolf who dared defy an Alpha’s authority.
Just as the tension was about to snap, Sophie whispered, “Auntie Aria, we haven’t finished our therapy art yet…”
That broke the spell. I finally made up my mind, took a deep breath, and turned to Ethan.
“Please take the cubs and leave… I’ll say it again, there’s nothing more to say between us.”
“Mommy!” Both cubs shrieked, desperately clinging to my legs, their little wolf cub despair almost forcing a shift. “Please, don’t leave us!”
The scene descended into chaos.
The art therapy studio owner hesitated, wondering whether to call the police.
Other clients pulled out their phones, recording.
I stood in the eye of the storm, my face pale as a sheet.
Ethan looked at my trembling hands and suddenly realized—he’d made a fatal mistake.
He thought bringing the cubs would move me, but he’d forgotten to consider my feelings.
That kind of hurt couldn’t be erased with an apology, like a shattered vase that, no matter how well repaired, would always show its cracks.
Besides, a wolf’s memories and emotions ran much deeper than a human’s.
“Mason, Maya…” he said with difficulty, forcibly suppressing his roaring wolf. “Let’s go home for now.”
He bent down and forcibly picked up the two cubs, ignoring their cries and struggles, and strode towards the door.
Before pushing the door open to leave, he looked back one last time-
I was crouching on the floor, comforting Sophie.
Gabriel stood beside us.
The three of them looked so close, so happy.
