Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 323: Punishing Morgan II

Even though Ewan maintained a calm demeanor watching Aiden approach him with lips pressed in a thin line, he was a bit tense; after all, the older male was a significant part of Athena’s life.

Offending Aiden was bound to have consequences for his budding relationship with his wife. What questions would the male attack him with first?

"What’s going on up there?" His lips moved on their own accord, needing to exhale the tension in some way.

Aiden shrugged his shoulders in response, coming to stand before Ewan, his eyes fixed tautly on the latter—as if appraising the emotion in his eyes, as if doing so would let him see Ewan’s innermost thoughts.

"A continuation of what you allowed... Susan, though, is taking the reins this time around. She doesn’t seem to be backing down anytime soon, especially since Athena mentioned Morgan had raped her mother..."

Ewan pursed his lips, biting down the urge to express his foremost thought—Morgan deserved whatever he was getting, and the females were right to get their pound of flesh—not wanting to trigger Aiden’s cuss words again.

"You know those hooligans deserve it. Athena and Susan need the release."

After Aiden had finally saved Morgan from Athena’s almost maniacal wrath, he had ordered Ewan’s men to take Morgan and his faint-hearted crew of two upstairs to one of the torture rooms.

However, Susan had stopped them by demanding from Athena what Morgan had really done to her mother. And when Athena had given the answer, a simple yet heavy-laden "He raped her," Susan, before anyone could stop her, had rushed over, taken the knife, and stabbed Morgan in the thigh.

She was only able to get in three stabs before one of Ewan’s men, ordered by Ewan, had stopped the young lady. They had dragged her, kicking and screaming, away from a passed-out Morgan, who couldn’t take the continuous assault, while Dax watched on, urinating on himself.

However, they hadn’t been able to stop her when she insisted on following the crew upstairs. Aiden had let her go, after Athena’s consent to Susan’s request, on the premise that she not kill the cruel gang leader; they needed to question him.

It has been more than fifteen minutes and over twenty shouts, as Athena had resuscitated Morgan and Heron before the torture had continued, and the females were not done releasing their pent-up anger that had simmered for months.

"I know you are right; they needed to get the anger out of their system, but..." Aiden paused, exhaling tiredly. "I don’t want Athena descending into chaos. It’s not favorable for her."

"How would you know that?"

haze—mostly when there’s gross injustice towards children and women—it triggers her to go on a... well, a crazy, righteous rampage, something like

lip in thought. "Have the kids caught her in that state? A drinking state or doubtful

snap out of it before she meets

rate the frequency of the matter, and her

think the frequency of the matter and the drinking habit thereafter has quite reduced. If I should be honest, I

Athena is not a breakable glass, I doubt she would want to be attributed as such, not after the fire she’s been through. Of course, it’s okay to show concern for her, to protect her in some cases, but in this matter, I think I’m not evil for letting her vent out her anger. She needed it.

little speech, where Aiden turned it over and over in his mind, realizing after a few turns that his overprotectiveness and assumption to know what was best for Athena was what had

muttered, to Ewan’s amusement, who thought he

kept his thoughts to himself; no need to push the truce,

taking a position that made him stand next to Ewan, both looking at the staircase that

know Connor Brafus. How is that? Athena doesn’t seem surprised either, which would only explain that she knows—that you have told her—that I’m the only one in

A pause.

know Connor, Ewan? His identity

’people like me’?..." Ewan teased, folding his arms across his chest, basking in the

or will I have to punch it

head. "You

followed Ewan’s laughter sputtered

you say?" Humor thoroughly dissipated from his face and

Wolfsbane," Ewan repeated in a more serious tone, quelling the need to

answered to that name since I married

his brain calculating dates and times. But it didn’t change the consequences that came with bearing

"But you were..."

Yes, I’m aware, but drastic situations

to consume him, but seeing the level of men who worked with Ewan—even the few who had saved them in their last

head, not sure what to

bemused, still