Chapter hundred thirty-five

Ethan’s POV

I couldn’t get Layla off me in time to stop Ariah from walking away.

She huffed when our eyes met and for about three seconds, I turned cold. It was the worst possible scene to occur at this time and I felt so dumb and helpless as I just stood there with Layla in my arms. Ariah didn’t even look like someone who was planning to give me a chance to say anything, she turned and walked up the stairs.

My fists clenched tightly as I watched her walk away, there was a painful lump in my throat and my heart sank. This was going to be way harder than I thought and I hadn’t even started dealing with the pack itself and the elders. Fuck me.

I sighed and carried Layla to one of the couches in the living room. It was awkward for a crying woman to come back so emotionally around this time of the night. I even thought she was drunk at first, but that wasn’t the case. Her eyes were red and partially swollen, she had been crying right from wherever she came from, I had never seen Layl