WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HELL

AMARIS POV

“What do you mean?” I asked, standing abruptly.

“Mrs. Amoria… She’s— “ But before she could complete whatever she had to say, the door burst open.

Zevian’s face twisted with fury, the anger radiating off him so intensely that I unconsciously took several steps back until my lower back hit the edge of the dining table.

Loren quickly scurried off as fast as she could, but before I could take a step to follow suit, Zevian was already standing in front of me.

“How’s… Amoria?” I asked, disregarding every fiber of fear in my body.

But Zevian didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed my hands roughly and yanked me toward him.

“You care? You care about your sister, yet you almost killed her?” he yelled, his voice loud enough to ring in my ears.

But the word “almost” caught my attention, and a small wave of relief washed through me.

She’s alive.

But that relief was quickly replaced with terror as Zevian’s sharp claws pierced through my hands, causing blood to drip onto the floor instantly.

A sharp scream tore from my lips.

“You’re going to pay for it,” he said, dragging me toward the door.

“It was a mistake… I didn’t mean to, I swear. I was just trying to…” I stuttered, attempting to resist his pull. But who was I kidding? We were already at the door.

Zevian didn’t listen.

He didn’t even look at me. Instead, he shoved me into the trunk of his car and slammed it shut.

My heart pounded wildly against my chest when the car started moving. I wrapped my hands around the injury, thankful that it had stopped bleeding, though the pain remained.

After what felt like an eternity, the car came to a harsh stop. The trunk opened, Zevian dragged me out, and I found myself standing before a massive building.

It was Zevian’s house. I knew because he had confessed his love to Amoria in this house, he had also sealed their union here.

I remembered how beautifully everything had been decorated. The place has been rosy and full of life.

The only thing that had felt dead was me.

Zevian dragged me into the mansion, completely unconcerned about the injury he had purposely inflicted on me.

I begged him to let me go, but it was to no avail.

Where was mom?

Or dad?

Once we reached the center of the mansion, Zevian finally released me. His hand shot into his hair as if trying to relieve some of his anger before he turned back toward me.

“Do you know what you’ve done to her?” he demanded, pointing accusingly at me.

But I hadn't done anything.

“All I did was pull my hands away from her, and she fell. Why aren’t you listening?!” I cried.

“Oh sure. She pushed herself, right? Or here’s a better one—she threw herself to the ground so she could paralyze herself?”

Zevian's words sent my heart into turmoil.

Paralyzed?

That’s not possible.

A wolf couldn’t just become paralyzed like that. Least of all an alpha.

What was going on?

I stared at Zevian in disbelief while he watched me like a hawk.

“I..I need to see her,” I said, trying to step around him.

He immediately grabbed me and shoved me backward, sending me crashing onto the floor.

“No rush.”

Zevian stepped closer before squatting down in front of me. “You’ll be lying beside her, unable to move, once I’m done with you.”

The words.

Something about them didn’t sit right with me. It felt like doom hanging over my head.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I asked shakily, “What…what do you mean by that?”

Zevian didn’t answer. Instead he grabbed me by the neck and lifted me off the ground.

I clawed at his wrist and struggled against his grip, but nothing I did could break his hold.

Zevian was different.

There was something terrifying about the way he moved. He didn’t seem normal anymore.

A fear I had never known before gripped my chest. “Let me go!” I screamed, ignoring the pain of his hand around my throat.

“Help!” I screamed again, even though I knew it was a useless attempt.

I was trapped in the house of a lion ready to devour me.

Zevian reached the basement of his house and dropped me into the chair. With one hand pinning me down, he searched through the table beside him with the other.

He grabbed a thick rope and skillfully bound me to the chair. The restraints were so tight that they dug into my skin, leaving painful blisters.

Eventually, I stopped struggling.

After he finished, he stared down at me. His eyes lacked any sort of emotion. Not pain, not anger, just emptiness. As if a part of him was gone.

“I swear it wasn’t intentional. I would never hurt my family. Least of all my twin,” I pleaded. “Amoria was everything to me.”

A loud chuckle echoed through the empty basement. With every passing second, it became more hysterical.

Then he stopped.

“You’d never hurt your family?” He repeated.

Zevian walked toward the table and searched through the equipment until he found a small pistol. His fingers brushed across the weapon before he dropped it and turned back toward me.

“You think I don’t know your secret?”

Silence.

At that moment, I could no longer feel my heartbeat.

It’s not possible. They wouldn’t. My parents couldn’t have told him anything.

But the next words that fell from his mouth shattered everything. Shattered the little faith I still had in my parents.

“You wanted to kill my wife just like you killed your adoptive parents, didn't you?” Zevian roared.

“How… I…”

I stared blankly at him.

Zevian knew.

“It’s not like that…” I whispered, locking those memories back where they belonged.

“Well, I don’t care to know. I simply want you to feel every single bit of pain my wife is going through right now.”

He raised the gun and pointed it directly at me.

“After all, what are twins for?”

My breath caught in my throat.

A cruel smile then tugged at his lips.

“Welcome to your new hell, Amaris Dormount.”