CHAPTER FOUR

I sat up from the bed instantly, my heart pounding wildly.

The middle-aged woman’s face flickered between surprise and concern at my sudden movement.

“Careful, dear,” she rushed toward me, placing a steadying hand on my shoulder.

“I’m fine,” I replied quickly. “Was the woman wearing a red silk rose gown?” I asked, my voice trembling with curiosity. I prayed what I was thinking wasn’t true.

The woman looked puzzled and shook her head.

“No, she wasn’t. She wore a blue ball gown, and her hair was pure white,” the healer answered gently.

I sighed in relief, sinking back into the bed.

"I don’t even own a blue gown… or have white hair. So how could someone with that appearance look like me?" I thought, eyes fixed on the chandelier above.

“Dear… you do realize you’re two weeks pregnant, right?”

Her voice cut through my thoughts, and I jolted slightly, my brows pulling together.

Two weeks? But the pack healer said I was only one week pregnant.

“Thank you for telling me,” I said slowly. Then something struck me.

“Damien! Does he have a mate? Is he wicked? Do you know anything about his brother?”

The healer’s face tensed in fear. She shook her head quickly.

“No... no, I don’t,” she stammered.

She looked genuinely scared.

I reached for her hand, squeezing gently. “Please. I just want to know.”

She sighed and sat beside me on the bed, lowering her voice.

“No, Lycan Damien doesn’t have a mate. I’ve been working for him since he was a pup. But about his twin brother… that’s a complicated story.” She paused, then turned to face me.

“I’m sorry, dear. I can’t say any more.” Her voice dropped, weighted with worry.

What’s going on?

Why are the twins separated? Why is no one saying anything?

Lucas never once mentioned having a brother. Not even a slip.

“It’s fine,” I whispered. “But I hope someday, I’ll find out.”

The door creaked open, and a set of maids entered, wheeling in a tray of food.

My mouth watered instantly as the scent filled the room.

One of them brought the tray to me, and without hesitation, I grabbed a blooded steak and took a large bite. The flavor melted on my tongue.

“Seems like you were hungry,” the healer said kindly, and the younger maid let out a soft chuckle.

I tried to chuckle along with them, but I couldn’t.

My heart was bitter. In pain.

I didn’t want to treat them coldly, but I couldn’t help it.

My appetite vanished.

I placed the meat back down, pushing the tray slightly away.

I couldn’t eat. Not when my thoughts kept returning to the betrayal.

Lucas must think I’m dead.

Well… too bad for him.

The healer seemed to notice the shift in my mood. She touched my shoulder again.

“Dear, are you okay? You seem… lost.”

“I...” I began, but stopped. My throat tightened, my vision blurred.

I wanted to scream. To fight. To cry.

I swallowed hard, forcing down the tears clawing at my throat, and took a shaky breath.

“I’m fine,” I whispered, my voice choked and barely audible.

“Dear… I know something’s wrong. But please remember, me and my student, Elizabeth, we’re here to help. Or just listen, whenever you need to talk,” she said gently.

Elizabeth, who had been standing quietly in the corner all this time, gave me a soft smile and nodded.

They were kind.

But I didn’t trust anyone anymore.

I had trusted my pack. I loved them like family.

And still… I heard their whispers.

I heard them supporting Lucas, cheering for my death, even knowing I was carrying a child.

Unknowingly, I began to crush the glass in my hand.

It wasn’t until I heard the faint cracking sound that I looked down, shocked.

I yelped and quickly dropped the cup onto the tray.

I glanced at the two women, both horrified by what they saw.

Without a word, I turned my back to them.

“Are you okay?” the healer asked again, her tone gentle.

I lay down quietly, pulling the covers up to my chest.

“What’s your name?”

I turned to her. “Ma… Elena,” I said sharply.

I would no longer bear the name Maddena. That name was tied to my past—tied to Lucas.

Now I am someone new. A new soul. A new beginning.

Once I fully recover, I will leave this pack.

I will find another place to belong, or maybe I’ll start over entirely.

But I want nothing to do with Lucas or his family ever again.

“That’s a beautiful name, Elena.”

“I’m Roberta, and as I said earlier, this is Elizabeth,” she smiled warmly, and I returned it weakly.

“Alright then. We’ll leave you to rest.”

She exited with her student, closing the door behind them.

Now, I was alone.

The room was quiet. Cold.

I sighed and shut my eyes tightly, my mind spinning with everything that had happened.

Slowly, my body gave in to exhaustion, and I drifted into sleep.

A week passed in Damien’s pack. Roberta and Elizabeth continued to care for me, but I hadn’t seen Damien—not once.

I asked about him, and the maids who took care of my needs said he’d gone to handle matters across the pack.

But rumors whispered something darker.

They said Damien was dangerous… possessed.

Even the mention of his name made the maids flinch.

I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, when a soft knock pulled me out of thought.

“Good evening.”

A girl with sharp blue eyes and red hair stepped in, standing timidly at the entrance.

“Evening, dear. How may I help you?” I asked softly.

Her head remained bowed.

“Ma’am… Lycan Damien requests your presence at the dinner table.”

I frowned.

He's back? And wants me to dine with him? Why?

I was too broken to even stand.

“Please tell him I’m not coming. I’ll have dinner here in my room,” I replied quietly.

Immediately, she dropped to her knees.

My eyes widened.

“Please! If you don’t come with me, he’ll kill me. I don’t want to die. Please… just for my sake,” she sobbed.

I stared at her, stunned.

Damien would kill her… over this?