Unwrap Your Gift

Scarlett's POV:

I couldn't help myself. Even though I knew it would break my heart again, I followed Lily's swaying figure as she entered Pack Hall.

Her red dress clung to her curves, deliberately chosen to catch attention. My hands clenched into fists as I followed her at a distance.

The clicking of her heels echoed through the corridor as she approached Lucian's office. Without even knocking, she pushed the door open, leaving it slightly ajar. I pressed myself against the wall beside the door, my heart pounding.

"Miss me already, my powerful Alpha?" Lily's voice dripped with honey. "I brought you a special surprise...Guess what color my underwear is today?"

My stomach is churning again, I feel so nauseous, I want to vomit.

"Lily..." Lucian's voice held a warning tone, but I could hear the desire underneath. "Someone might see us."

"Let them see." The sound of rustling fabric. "Honey, don't you want to unwrap your gift?"

My chest tightened as the curse's black magic pulsed beneath my skin. I should leave. I shouldn't torture myself like this. But my feet refused to move.

"We need to be more careful," Lucian said, his voice rough. "The council meeting is in an hour."

Lily's laugh was like broken glass. "Always so responsible. Tell me something, my Alpha... who's better in bed - me or your precious Luna?"

The silence that followed made my heart stop. When Lucian finally spoke, his voice was cold and stern.

"Don't ever compare yourself to Scarlett," he growled. "You're not worthy to speak her name."

For a moment, hope fluttered in my chest like a wounded bird. But Lily just laughed again.

"Oh really?" Fabric rustled again. "If you care about her so much, why do you keep coming back to me? Why do you moan my name when you're inside me?"

"Lily..." His voice was strained now. "Stop..."

"Stop what?" Her voice turned sultry. "Stop reminding you how much you want me? Stop doing this?"

Lily's voice was suddenly interrupted, and the sound of a file hitting the ground came from inside, and Lily scolded softly, "Lucian, don't be so rude."

A deep groan from Lucian made my stomach turn. Against my better judgment, I shifted slightly to peek through the gap in the door.

This scene is deeply imprinted in my memory. Lily was pressed down, lying on Lucien's desk, her red dress loosely hanging around her waist. Lucien stood between her legs, leaning over her, one hand gripping her breast. The two of them were piled together like two dogs in heat.

"You drive me crazy with your slutty ways," he groaned, attacking her neck with kisses. "I can't resist you."

"Then don't," she purred. "Take me right here, right now. Show me who's better - your weak little Luna or me."

"Lily...You bitch" His hands slid higher up her thighs.He forcefully entered her and began to violently thrust into her body.

"Come on, Alpha," she taunted. "Show me what a real wolf can do. Not like that pathetic excuse for a Luna who can't even shift."

The curse seized my moment of weakness, sending waves of burning pain through my chest. I stumbled backward, my vision blurring.

"That's right," Lily's voice followed me. "Make me scream your name. Let everyone know who you really want..."

They were like two white worms writhing together, my husband - Lucien, the Lucien who is always gentle and courteous in front of me, turns out to have this dirty and licentious side.

Their moans echoed in my ears as I fled down the corridor. Each step sent fresh waves of agony through my body. The black veins pulsed violently beneath my skin, feeding off my pain.

I barely made it to the car, practically falling into the backseat.I feel my hands trembling.

"Luna Scarlett?" Tommy's concerned face appeared in the rearview mirror. "Are you alright? You're as pale as death!"

I could barely breathe through the pain. "I'm fine... just take me home. And Tommy... don't tell Alpha I was here."

He hesitated, worry clear in his eyes. "Of course, Luna. But should I get Dr. Kane?"

"No!" The word came out sharper than I intended. "Just... home. Please."

The ride back was torture. Every bump in the road sent fresh spikes of pain through my cursed body. But worse than the physical pain was the echo of their voices in my head.

"Pathetic excuse for a Luna..."

"Show me who's better..."

"I can't resist you..."

Back at the packhouse, I locked myself in my study. My hands trembled as I pulled out fresh paper. The words poured out of me as I wrote a third letter to join the others - one written with love, one with rage, and now one with pure heartbreak.

When I write, I can feel the dark magic flowing through my veins, but what blurs my vision is my tears. Tear after tear falls on the letter paper, yet I still force myself to keep writing. Three months later, he needs to understand what he has lost.

When I finished writing this letter, I just took a deep breath and felt a sudden tightening in my chest. The cursed darkness spread like poison in my body. I trembled and wanted to go to the bedroom to get the medicine bottle.

I struggled to get up, but suddenly felt the room start to spin. I grabbed the table, but my body felt weak and limp. I slowly slid down to the floor and everything went dark.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle force spreading from my fingertips - it was the magic of the ring, how absurd, the man who betrayed me, the man who made me suffer, yet he also gave me the divine instrument to heal my pain.

Slowly, some of my strength returned. I trembled as I reached for the medicine bottle on the bedside table, only to find it empty.