"Get out of my way, Liam," Ethan snapped, his voice trembling with a mix of guilt and fury. He looked past Liam's shoulder at Scarlett's pale face, and the sight of her in Leo's arms made his skin crawl.
Liam didn't move. If anything, he seemed to grow larger, his shadow falling over Ethan. "Hell no."
"Little cousin, I won't hesitate to tear your face off," Ethan hissed, stepping closer until they were chest-to-chest. "Move away. Scarlett is my fiancée."
Liam let out a harsh, ugly scoff. "What irony. Your fiancée? You've been parading around this pack with Elara for everyone to see. You think I don't know that you two are fucking? You think the servants don't talk?"
The words hit Ethan like a physical blow, and the shame turned instantly into rage. Without a word, Ethan swung, his fist connecting solidly with Liam's jaw. Liam's head snapped back, but he recovered instantly, throwing a punch that caught Ethan right in the eye.
