Ethan's POV
I was in the middle of reviewing territory contracts when my phone rang.
Mom.
"Ethan, your mate is out of control."
Her voice was sharp enough to cut through steel.
"What happened?"
"I called her—twice—to come cook for Sophie. She refused. Said she was too busy with meetings. Meetings! As if pack family doesn't come first."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Mom—"
"And then she had the audacity to suggest we hire a private chef. Like we're some kind of charity case. Like Sophie's pregnancy cravings are beneath her."
Before I could respond, Sophie's voice came through in the background, trembling and tearful.
"Ethan, I just wanted one meal... I thought Aria cared about me..."
Fuck.
"I'll handle it."
I hung up and immediately dialed Aria's
