Chapter 6

The werewolf in the private room suddenly pulled the door open. He dragged me in and threw me to the ground.

When I turned around, I saw Ethan and the twin pups standing there, looking shocked.

Helena suddenly burst into loud sobs and threw herself into Ethan’s arms.

“Ethan,” she cried.

“It’s all her. She planned this to hurt me! She wouldn’t believe we were just friends. She even had me drink the Wolfsbane Lust Potion! She said that she needed to watch me be ruined by another werewolf.”

She wiped her tears and showed Ethan the scratches on her shoulder.

“You came just in time, or I would have…”

I interrupted her.

“I didn’t do any of this! Ethan, your driver brought me here just now. He said you were waiting for me here. I had no idea…”

At that moment, the driver walked in immediately.

“Luna, why do you lie to our Alpha? It was you who insisted I drive you here! You said the Alpha would soon be here to watch a good show. Now you’re framing me for this, are you?”

The werewolf in the room knelt before Ethan and pointed at me, “That’s right! You told me to sleep with this she-wolf. If I had known she was the Alpha’s friend, how could I have dared to do this? Wouldn’t I be asking for death?”

Ethan looked at me. He didn’t believe me. Then I could tell he was disappointed.

“Even if you were jealous, you shouldn’t have done something so disgusting to Helena. You know what it’s like to be drugged! You know the harm it does! You still chose to use the same trick on Helena… She is still an innocent werewolf. You’re too cruel.”

I couldn’t say a word. Even if I told him the truth, he wouldn’t have listen.

He stared at me and said, “I’ll teach you a lesson today. You harm others, and you will be punished in the end.”

He called over the werewolf kneeling nearby, “You. I’ll give you a chance to make it up to Helena.”

I was in shock. “What are you going to do, Ethan? You can’t treat me like this!”

“I’m not as awful as you, using those cheap tricks.” Then he ordered the werewolf, “Stand up and slap her face. Hard. Don’t stop until I say so.”

The werewolf climbed to his feet. He glanced at Ethan. Ethan was serious about it.

Then, the werewolf raised his hand and began slapping me.

I lost count of how many times he had slapped me, but my face was swollen. Blood was coming down from the corner of my mouth, mixing with my tears.

My cheekbones hurt so bad, I couldn’t even move them.

The pain was mine alone.

None of these werewolves in the room cared. Not my Alpha, my twin pups. They all watched me being slapped, but none of them stopped it.

Ethan held Helena in his arms and said, “Let’s go to the healing center. They have the antidote for you. You will be fine.”

But Helena wouldn’t let the moment go. She clung to Ethan’s neck and kissed him. She leaned over to Ethan and whispered in his ear, “No, I only need you.”

Helena pressed her lips to his. Ethan looked surprised. I saw him start to push her away, but in the end, he gave in.

With his strength, he could have pushed her off. He just didn’t want to.

Finally, Ethan gave in to his lusts. He lifted Helena and carried her to the private room, closing the door behind them. Their sounds of their intimacy drifted through the door.

Ethan and Helena…

I touched my face. It needed treatment immediately. The pain was almost unbearable.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Joe and Eva whispering to each other. They were even speaking in Italian.

At home, they would sometimes use Italian to keep me from understanding what they were saying.

“Great,” Joe said. “Helena told me to put that potion in daddy’s coffee. It worked! They kissed!”

Eva nodded. “Helena said this way, we’ll have smart little siblings soon.”

I froze, staring at them in shock.

I had secretly learned Italian because I knew they loved speaking it, so I could understand them when they used it. But I had never imagined this.

Helena was drugged with the Wolfsbane Lust Potion. Helena had the pups put the potion into Ethan’s coffee.

Helena had manipulated these young twin pups.

Joe and Eva must have sensed something went wrong. They came over.

“Mommy, don’t be sad. We believe it wasn’t you!”

“About the necklace last time, we’re sorry. We were wrong.”

Their apology was so practiced, so insincere.

I even wanted to laugh.

“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m not angry at all.”

These twin pups were not worth a single bit of my energy.

They stood in front of me and switched back to Italian.

“Mommy is so stupid. She fell for it again!”

“She loves us so much, she’ll never get mad! Remember? Helena always says mommy is like our dog.”

“Right. Mommy is our dog! Helena is so nice, she teaches us many things.”

I watched them saying this, but I didn’t say a word.

So this was how Helena taught them.

Italian, with its beautiful tones, sounded so ugly coming from both of them.

And there was one more thing, Helena still had no idea these twin pups were her own.

If she knew Joe and Eva were her biological pups, would she still treat them this way?