Isabella's POV
Alex stood there, visibly rattled by Ethan’s presence but too proud to fully back down. Even with the gun pressed to his head, he straightened himself, trying to reclaim some shred of dignity. His eyes blazed with anger and wounded pride as he glared at Ethan.
“You think you’re untouchable because of your military career, don’t you?” Alex spat, his voice laced with contempt. “Because of the Alpha King’s favor? Don’t kid yourself. You’re just a brute who knows nothing beyond wielding a weapon. You don’t have the brains to carry your family’s legacy.”
Murmurs rippled through the crowd, a mix of discomfort and fascination as they watched the scene unfold. But Ethan didn’t flinch. His gaze remained cold, steady, as if Alex’s words couldn’t touch him. His hand didn’t waver, and in that moment, Ethan was terrifyingly calm. It was as if he had already decided Alex wasn’t worth a response.