chapter 2

Lucian POV

How in the world did I end up in bed with the Lycan King?

The question was a jagged piece of glass twisting endlessly in my mind, slicing through every frantic thought.

I sat frozen on the extreme edge of the immense mattress, every nerve ending screaming in sheer terror as I stared at the towering form resting beside me. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs, a trapped, panicked bird. None of it made sense. How could my own sister do this to me? What sick, twisted game was she playing? What am I supposed to do now?

I slowly turned my head away, wrapping my arms tight around my shivering frame. I stared into the shadows of the room, looking back over my shattered life—a mute, useless omega traded like garbage.

“Who are you?” a voice suddenly growled.

The sound was a low, velvet thunder that rattled the floorboards beneath the bed. My breath hitched, dying instantly in my throat. I turned back to see his eyes snapped open—piercing, glowing silver. A relentless predator staring down its prey.

“And what are you doing in my bed?” he demanded, his jaw set like stone.

Terror locked my muscles. I raised my hands, my fingers shaking violently as I tried to sign, my mute throat producing nothing more than a ragged, silent breath. I... I don't know what happened, I managed to convey through terrified, desperate gestures, tears brimming in my eyes. I swear I just found myself here!

He stared at me, his sharp brows furrowing with deep, dangerous suspicion. For several agonizing seconds, neither of us breathed. Then, his face hardened into pure ice.

“Get out.”

The cold command sliced through the air like a blade.

“O-okay...” I gestured frantically, my heart leaping into my throat.

Without a second thought, I scrambled off the bed, my knees buckling as I hit the floor. With hands trembling so violently I could barely fasten the buttons, I hurriedly pulled my clothes back on, refusing to let my eyes meet his terrifying gaze again. I grabbed my slippers, threw open the heavy door, and bolted outside into the crisp morning air.

I can't believe my own sister could do this to me, I sobbed silently, my chest heaving as I ran down the quiet street. The realization was a poison burning through my veins. But beneath the betrayal, a faint thread of relief washed over me. Thank God he allowed me to leave. If the Lycan King had chosen to execute an intruder on the spot, I would be nothing more than a bloodstain on his floor right now.

Fortunately, the hotel was close to my pack's territory. It didn't take long before the familiar gates of my house came into view.

I pushed the heavy front door open and stepped into the foyer, my shaking legs barely holding me up. The moment I crossed the threshold, a booming voice echoed through the house.

“Elena, where is your sister?!”

My father was standing in the center of the grand living room, his face dark with fury.

“Daddy… good morning, sir,” I signed quickly, my hands trembling as I greeted him, trying to keep my posture humble.

Then I turned my glare straight to Elena, who was sitting on the plush sofa. The false warmth she had displayed last night was completely gone.

Why did you do this to me?! I signed at her, my hands moving in a frantic, furious blur. What did you put in my drink?!

Elena kept completely quiet, staring fixedly at the carpet, refusing to meet my eyes.

My father stepped between us, his brow furrowed in deep confusion as he looked at her. “Elena, what did you do to him?”

Elena slowly raised her head, adjusting her posture as fake tears instantly welled in her eyes—a masterclass in deception. “Lucian… I was looking everywhere for you last night! You just vanished from the hotel…”

My jaw dropped. The sheer audacity of her lie left me breathless.

Stop lying, you devil! my hands screamed violently in the air, tears of rage finally spilling over my cheeks. How did I end up in bed with the Lycan King?! What did you do to me?!

Elena didn't answer my question. Instead, her eyes locked onto the side of my throat. Her fake tears instantly dried, and the color drained from her face, leaving her a ghostly, sickly white. She stood up so fast she nearly knocked over the tea table.

“Lucian…” she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of sheer horror and ugly, bitter envy. “Who… who put that mark on your neck?!”