Chapter 3-Caught Red-Handed

Yara’s Perspective

He speaks of us like we are nothing, she snarled. Let me out. I will tear him apart. I will mark him as prey.

Her anger surged through my veins, hot and violent. My hands trembled as her power slammed against my skin, searching for release.

Not now, I whispered to her. Not yet.

He rejected us, she snapped. He broke the bond. This pain demands blood.

I pressed my lips together, forcing my breathing to stay steady.

I need him alive, I told her. I need him ruined first.

She paced inside me, claws scraping against the edges of my control. Her fury beat against my ribs, wild and relentless, but she did not break free.

Soon, she growled. Promise me soon.

Soon, I answered.

I closed my eyes and used magic to push her energy down. It took effort. It felt like holding back a storm with bare hands. But I managed to cover her presence again.

I breathed in and out slowly. I was not a helpless Omega, I would not let them play with me.

I would show them exactly what I could do.

A soft sound came from down the hall. A breathy moan. Then the creak of a bed.

I stood up, holding the phone. My hand shook a little, but my steps were steady. I walked toward the sound.

I picked up a knife from Judy’s sewing basket and walked toward the second bedroom.

My heart was steady now. My breathing was steady and my anger was not loud anymore, it was sharp and clear.

I pushed the door open.

The scene inside hit me all at once.

Judy lay under Daniel. She was wearing my pajamas. The soft lavender ones Daniel had once told me made me look “fragile in a pretty way.”

Judy moaned loudly. “This is so exciting,” she said, her voice full of pleasure.

Daniel held her hips and thrust into her. His voice was breathless. “You’re such a slut,” he said, laughing. His tone was not hateful. It was playful. It was the way lovers talk.

The sight hurt, but it also fueled something sharp in me. My anger did not shake me now. It steadied me.

I lifted the knife in my hand and shouted, “Judy!”

Both of them froze.

Judy clung to Daniel’s neck. Her voice came out tight. “Why are you panicking? She’s blind,” she whispered to him.

I kept my eyes unfocused, pretending not to see them at all.

I stepped further into the room and swung the knife in Judy’s direction. I did not strike her. I just swung close enough for her to feel the air move.

She screamed. Her whole body jerked back. Her knees hit Daniel’s stomach.

“What are you doing?” she cried. Her arms trembled. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Daniel swore under his breath. He tried to hide himself and roll away from her.

I pulled the knife back calmly. “No,” I said. “How could I? Murder is against the law.” I made my voice sound confused and gentle.

I reached into my robe and pulled out an orange fruit I picked up earlier from the kitchen. “I only want you to help me peel this apple," I said.

Judy stared at me. Her face was pale and her eyes were wide.

She seemed angry but also scared.

She grabbed the knife from me with shaking fingers. “Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll cut it.”

I slowly sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to feel my way. The mattress dipped slightly. I kept my expression calm.

Daniel rolled off the bed in a panic. He hit the floor harder than he planned. The sheet slipped, and he stumbled as he tried to get up.

He moved quickly, desperate to dress himself.

I looked in Judy’s direction and asked quietly, “Why are you so nervous? You haven't done anything to be sorry about, have you?”

She froze a bit.

At this moment, Daniel was quietly pulling on his pants, trying to slip away without making a sound. He thought I couldn’t see him. 

He moved slowly, careful and tense, hoping I would stay focused on Judy.

Just as he reached the edge of the bed and tried to turn toward the door, I suddenly said, “Daniel.”

He froze and turned back toward me in surprise.