Chapter 703

I was almost at the hospital when I felt her fear level increase. Though I had blocked her from my feelings, I still felt hers. My wolf nearly burst out of me the second he sensed that our mate wasn’t okay. Thankfully, I was able to hold him back. I ran through the hospital doors, and that was when I smelled her blood. A sense of dread washed over and things around me began to grow hazy as I rushed through the hospital and towards her room.

I heard banging and slamming when I reached her door, and I nearly ripped the door right off its hinges as I burst through. My eyes scanned the room, and I knew my wolf was at the surface; a snarl left my lips when I saw Ethan.

Judy was on the other side of the room, blood dripping down her arm from what looked like the IV. She must have ripped it out of her arm when she got out of bed. Ethan didn’t notice me at first; he lunged at her, holding a knife, and it was aimed at her belly. Judy ducked out of the way, kicking Ethan, before she punched him in the face. She grabbed his arm and threw him to the ground. I knew she could handle herself, especially when it came to Ethan Cash. But something inside of me snapped at the sight of the potential danger.

A roar left my lips, and that was when Ethan finally noticed me. Once he got his footing, he spun around to look at me. His eyes widened. I didn’t even give him a chance to say a single word to me. I lunged towards him, punching him in the face so hard that his nose practically shattered. The knife clattered to the floor, along with his body, as he screamed out in pain.

I didn’t stop there, though. I continued to punch him, my knuckles growing red with each force, painting my skin crimson from his blood. I punched him until he became unrecognizable, until it was clear that Ethan was no more.

Judy stood on the other side of the room, covering her face as she cried. Her body was turned away like she was protecting our unborn pup from the sight.

I didn’t notice Taylor had entered the room until I felt his hand on my back. He was calm and didn’t intervene while I got all my anger out, but I knew it was time that I stopped.

“He’s gone,” Taylor told me, keeping his tone low.

My breathing was heavy as I stared down at Ethan’s body. Nobody would be able to tell that it was him, not even his family.

“Get cleaned up; I’ll take care of the body,” he told me.

I stood up, my eyes darting over to Judy. Her eyes found mine, and I could see them filling with moisture. Her lip was trembling as she stared at me. I was so wrapped up in my anger and settling my wolf that I couldn’t figure out her emotions. I couldn’t tell if she was afraid of me or not, and the thought killed me.

She had seen a side of me that I tried desperately to hide from her. I didn’t want her to see the murderous man in front of her; and yet I couldn’t keep that side of me at bay when it came to Ethan, threatening her and our unborn pup with a goddamn knife.

I didn’t say anything to her when I turned and went into the bathroom. When I looked into the mirror, I cringed.

I was covered in Ethan’s blood.

I wasn’t recognizable to myself. My clothes were completely ruined as well; it was no wonder Judy stared at me like I was some kind of monster. She was never going to look at me the same again. Khated that I had to show her this side of me; I hated that it was her ex that brought it out of me.

Then I remembered that Ethan was once her fated mate…. Did it hurt her to see

him die?

I stripped off my clothes and

stepped into the shower. I closed my eyes and allowed the water to rinse me of the blood that stained my flesh. The water around my feet started as dark red but then started to grow lighter and lighter until it was completely cleared.bused the generic shampoo and conditioner to wash my hair and the body wash that the hospital supplies.

I realized my hands were shaking with suppressed rage and fear that Judy would never look at me the same again. My wolf was practically whimpering at the thought.

I heard the bathroom door opening; I already knew it was Taylor before he said anything.

“I brought you a change of clothes,” he said, his voice low as he placed the clothes on the countertop.

“How is she?” I asked, my voice coming out rougher than intended.

“Eliza is doing a quick ultrasound now to make sure the baby is okay; she’s a little distraught, but overall, she’s fine.”

I closed my eyes again, letting his words wash over me. She was fine… that was

all that mattered. He didn’t succeed in hurting her or the baby.

tokr

But I wanted to know how she was emotional. Healized now that she’s blocking me from feeling anything and I hated that she had to resort to that. Then again, I’m blocking her as well. But it’s only because I didn’t want her to worry about me while she was recovering. I wanted to save her from the unnecessary stress and protect the baby from further harm.