Chapter hundred twenty-eight

Ethan’s POV

I turned slowly to Layla, she was breathing heavily through now as she stared fixedly at me. Her chest rose and fell like she was tensed.

Lowell was stunned and the look of disbelief still hadn’t left his face, it was like she had just vomited the most vulgar thing from her mouth.

“What did you say?” I asked slowly.

“The girl you’re after, the girl you call your fucking mate is a bloody werewolf.” She replied huskily.

The tension above the move could be cut with an executioner’s axe, I could hardly believe what she said. Layla was just being her usual cunning self, trying to mess everything up so that it would go in her favor. I shook my head and scoffed,

“Nice try, Layla, but I don’t think you can fool me so easily,” I said spitefully. “You know that you’re on the verge of losing my attention so you say anything that comes to your vile tongue, be careful.”

“The night of the last full moon, I saw the both of you in that wooden shack, I didn’t just want to sa