CHAPTER FOUR

JELENA

“Open it,” I snap, my voice sharper than I intend, but I don’t take it back.

“Miss Jelena,” he says carefully, stepping forward as if to intercept me. “Master Aaron is currently unavailable.”

Unavailable, the word grates.

“I didn’t ask,” I reply, already pushing past him.

His hand comes up not touching me, but close enough to block my path. “It would be best if you returned later.”

Something inside me snaps.

“Move.”

He doesn’t and for a moment, we stand there locked in a silent struggle that has nothing to do with strength and everything to do with control. I can see it in his eyes, he’s afraid, not of me but of what will happen if I go inside.

That fear tells me everything and my chest tightens.

“Move,” I repeat, quieter this time, but far more dangerous.

He exhales slowly, as if calculating the consequences, and then steps aside and i know it's nott because he wants to but because he has no choice, he knows that Aaron doesn't joke with his property and whatever lies in there isn't reason enough for them to touch me 

I don’t thank him nor it look back, instead i just walk in not knowing what to expect my heart is already in my throat

The house greets me with silence.

It’s wrong, this place is never this quiet not when Aaron is here, there’s always movement, always something alive beneath the surface but today, it feels hollow.

My heels click against the marble floor as I step fully inside, the sound echoing louder than it should, the air smells faintly of something unfamiliar, something sweet, cloying.

My gaze drifts downward, shoes, a pair of heels by the entrance, slim and every much elegant and sure not mine.

I stop.

My stomach drops before my mind can catch up, I know those shoes.

I’ve seen them before more than once, carelessly kicked off in my room, left behind after late-night conversations or borrowed without asking and returned with a smile that always felt a little too innocent.

Alice.

My fingers curl at my sides.

No.

No, it doesn’t mean anything.

She visits sometimes, she’s family. She would not go this far, she is a bitch sometimes but she would go this far right?

A sound cuts through my thoughts soft and distant.

A laugh, light, breathless and very much familiar and my heart stutters.

Another sound follows, lower this time, maybe just a murmur then something else, something that doesn’t belong in this house, not like this and definitely not with her and my feet move before I can stop them.

The deeper I go, the louder it gets, the house isn’t silent anymore, jt’s alive with something I don’t want to name and with each step feels heavier than the last, like I’m walking into something I won’t be able to undo. My chest tightens, breath coming slower, sharper, I tell myself to turn around.

I don’t.

The sounds become clearer, giggling now, soft, breathy, threaded with something that makes my skin crawl, like there’s a rhythm to it, more like a moan

And I know.

God, I know but I keep walking because not knowing would be worse.

Aaron’s door is slightly open, just enough for the truth to slip through and I stop in front of it, my hand hovering inches away and my pulse pounds so loudly it drowns out everything else for a moment.

Then—

A voice.

Alice’s voice, soft and breathless, laughing or giggling in a a weird way and something inside me fractures.

I push the door open.

The world doesn’t shatter all at once, it cracks, slowly and painfully and piece by piece, the first thing I see is movement.

Then skin, the smacking of skins, hitting each other fast, grinding on each other fast, like they are in a marathon and need to win or they fail

Then—

Them, Alice is on top of him and her back arches, hair spilling down as she moves with a rhythm that feels deliberate, ike she knows exactly what she’s doing and who might be watching, grinding her waist on his dick like her life depends on it

Slowly down when Aaron lets out grunt, and that he does every time she seem to increase the pace a bit faster, the sound of wet skin smooching and making that wet sound

Aaron is beneath her, hands gripping her waist, his face turned away just enough that he doesn’t see me but she does, her eyes meet mine and everything stops, bu not the movement or the sounds, just… time.

For a moment, neither of us breathes, then something shifts in her expression.

Recognition, shock and the something darker, her lips curve, not into an apology or into shame but into something almost… triumphant.

My chest tightens.

“No…” The word slips out of me before I can stop it, barely more than a whisper.

Aaron doesn’t hear it, Alice does and instead of stopping, she moves faster, grinding and bouncing off his dick faster than she has been doing, like her life depends on it, she let's out this kitty sounds and her moan keeps getting louder and louder and whatever she is doing Aaron like it more because his grunts matches hers

It’s deliberate and every motion nd every shift of her body i know it’s not about him anymore but it’s about me.

Her gaze never leaves mine as she leans forward, her expression sharpening into something cruel, the soft laughter from before fades into something that fills the room in a way that suffocates me.

I can’t move, I can’t breathe, I can’t evenlook away.

Aaron still doesn’t see me.

His head falls back slightly, eyes closed, completely unaware of the storm unfolding just beyond his reach.

But Alice

Alice knows and she doesn’t stop and I can see his dick for the first time as she bounces off him, he is engorged and wet from her juice and then, as if possessed, he raises himself up and bites her boobs and they but loud out a loud cry

Her face contorting into a weird expression and she looks like she lost consciousness and Aaron isn't left behind, but cause he cums so much that this would be my first time of seeing this expression on his face

The sound that escapes me isn’t loud, it’s small and broken but it’s enough and Aaron’s eyes snap open, hiis head turns and then he sees me, everything changes.

“Jelena”

My name leaves his lips like a lifeline, like he can pull me back with it but it’s too late.

Far too late.

I stumble backward, the room spinning around me, the image burns into my mind, of her on top of him, his hands on her, the look on his face when he realizes I’ve seen everything, it’s too much.

It’s all too much.

I turn and run like my life depends on it, which it does at this point

The hallway blurs.

My vision is clouded, tears spilling over before I can stop them, my chest aches, each breath sharper than the last, like I’m drowning in something I can’t escape.

Behind me, I hear movement.

Fast and desperate.

“Jelena!”

His voice echoes through the house, chasing me but I don’t stop, I can’t find the will to even if I want to

My feet barely touch the ground as I rush toward the entrance, past the same walls that once felt like something close to home and now they feel suffocating, closing in on me with every step.

“Jelena, wait!”

He’s closer now, really too close so I push harder.

The front door slams open and fresh air hits me, but it doesn’t help. It doesn’t clear the tightness in my chest or the burning in my throat.

It doesn’t erase what I saw.

Nothing will, I run past the gates, past the guards, past everything that ties me to this place.

“Jelena!”

His voice breaks this time.

And for a split second, just one,I falter but not enough to stop but enough to feel it, the desperation or the regret, the way he says my name like it still belongs to him but it doesn’t, not anymore soI don’t look back because I do, I might break completely and I can’t afford that, not here and not now, not with the image of them burned into my mind, replaying over and over again like a punishment I didn’t deserve.

Alice’s eyes.

Her smile.

Aaron’s voice.

Everything crashes together until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins so I just keep running, even when my legs ache, when my breath comes in sharp, uneven bursts and when the world feels like it’s collapsing around me.

I run.

Because stopping would mean facing it and I’m not ready, I’m not ready to accept that everything I thought was real

Was a lie.

Behind me, his voice fades but it doesn’t disappear not completely.

It lingers, just like the pain,j like the betrayal, like the memory of the moment everything fell apart and I know even without looking back nothing will ever be the same again.

That witch didn't just steal the good thing that is happening in my life, she took the only thing I have left of my mom

If he wanted to get to me, he would have, he is the fasted wolf in the pack