Chapter 3

No words. 

No reactions. 

In a split second, all the enforcers’ cold bodies were lying on the floor, bathing in their own pool of blood. 

And Kyle stood over them, eyes flaming with a fury that made me instinctively coil backwards. 

His movement was fast, his sharp claws elongated, now dripping with blood. 

When he stepped forward, I almost believed I would end up just like the enforcers. 

My heart raced, my entire body shaking. 

But Kyle suddenly scooped me up in his arms, gently, carefully, as if afraid of hurting me by holding on too tight. 

In that moment, I almost had the delusion that the man who had showered me with love and care was back. 

If not for the deep-seated hatred in his eyes as he stared at me, I would have foolishly believed that all that had transpired before now, right from the Luna ascension ceremony, was a dream. 

Despite having so many things to say, I remained silent in his arms. 

Despite my heart seething with rage and the feeling of betrayal. 

Kyle took me inside the Villa, went upstairs, and kicked open the door to one of the extra rooms. 

This room was way smaller than the master bedroom we’d shared for three months. 

He dumped me on the bed, and without a word, he turned around. 

Moments later, three housemaids came in and started cleaning my wounds. 

They were very gentle as well, even blowing on the spots whenever I winced. 

They gave me food. They brought new clothes, urging me to wash up and change. 

But throughout the special treatment, they were acting strangely. 

None looked into my eyes. And although their actions were gentle, they did everything in haste as if they couldn’t wait to get away from me. 

“The Alpha only commanded us to make sure she isn’t physically hurt. We’re not allowed to say anything to her.”

I overheard them whispering to each other as they all walked out of the room.

As soon as they did that, they locked the door so I couldn’t escape. 

No doubt, when those enforcers attacked me, Selene must have felt the same pain, and that was why Kyle suddenly appeared and saved me, even killing his most trusted bodyguards. 

My lip curved into a bitter smile as I sat near the window, watching the activities going on outside.

But I refuse to stay here. 

Not in his dungeon or inside the Villa. It was all the same prison. If not, if Kyle insisted on keeping me here, he would be seeking his own destruction early. 

My wolf’s death wouldn’t be for nothing!

I grabbed a hairpin from the vanity mirror, my heart racing as I stared at it for a few seconds. 

And then I made up my mind and stabbed my arm with the pin, avoiding any vein that would cause excessive loss of blood. 

The sharp pain shot through my arm, causing me to wince. 

I closed my eyes, biting down on my lips, to bear with it. 

In the next minute, the door was kicked open with a bang, his dangerous aura suffocating the air way before he appeared. 

“Are you crazy!?” Kyle barked at me, his eyes flaming with fury. “How dare you hurt Selene!?”

He closed in, his claws elongated. 

But he stopped right before they reached my throat as if changing his mind about strangling me.

I chortled, staring into his eyes, holding back my emotions. 

Despite the deep hurt in my heart, I stated in a calm voice, “Let me walk away alive. Set me free, and I will never use this bond to hurt your precious mate. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to kill myself. I know if I die, she dies too.”

His eyes darkened, the deep-seated hatred swirling like a storm. “Why should I grant you freedom? It’s not like I like seeing your face, but I don't trust you.”

I smiled. “Fine. Then I’ll keep hurting myself until her fragile body can no longer bear it. If I kill myself, I have nothing to lose.”

“Let’s see how you’ll try that once I have you tied up.” Kyle scoffed, twitching his lips. 

He must be underestimating my threat. 

He must be thinking that I wouldn’t be able to do it. 

“Besides, if I set you free, you have nowhere to go. Even your Pack doesn’t want you.”

He did not need to remind me of that. But my freedom mattered right now, more than anything. 

If I remained locked up here, how would I be able to bring him down to his knees and make him regret ever using and betraying me?

“That is why it will be easy for me to kill myself…” I stared him in the eyes, reading every emotion that flickered in them. 

He clearly didn’t want to let me go. Well, I’d already made up my mind. 

The airpin was still gripped between my fingers, steadied against the back of my wrist. 

He noticed it. 

He knew what would happen if I stabbed.

“If I let you go, never come back!” He warned, grabbing my hand with the airpin. “And if words get to other Packs about what happened, you will regret it.”

I nodded, enduring the pain, and stood up. 

If I hadn’t used her life as bait, I bet Kyle wouldn’t have let me go so easily. 

He could get rid of me just to silence me, if the side effect from the ritual hadn’t happened. 

I turned to the mirror calmly, opened the medical kit the servants had left behind, and started treating my wound. 

When I glanced up once, I found him staring at my reflection, still standing behind me with a different emotion in his eyes. 

Maybe he expected me to break. 

He must have looked forward to me crying and crawling on my knees. 

But I’d experienced a way bigger betrayal than this before. 

I might not have seen it coming, yet, Kyle betraying me wasn’t as painful as being cast out by my own father. 

My life had been nothing but perfect until my eighteenth birthday. 

I grew up in Crystal Pack, surrounded by love and pampering. 

I never missed my dead mother’s presence for once, who died while bringing me to the world. 

My father had been my role model. He’d trained me to take over the Pack someday. He’d groomed me, not only into a fearless fighter, but also a sharp-minded financial strategist who could rule the business world someday. 

At eighteen, I already had an MBA in Business and Finance. I graduated at the top of my class. 

Everything was perfect until that night after my birthday party.