Chapter 3

DIANA'S POV;

The next morning, I was far too happy to pack the little load I had in the tiny home I created for myself in Prime Pack. The kind of joy that filled my heart, knowing that my revenge was going to be far easier than I planned, was making me pleased.

I couldn't help but hum happily to myself as I packed the last of the clothing I had. I gave one last look at the tattered place I called home and had to stop myself from bursting into tears. I had only pulled the door closed as soon as I stepped outside when I felt a presence behind me.

Turning around, I came face-to-face with Kourtney. Even in my dreams, I would never forget the scheming face of the said woman.

Thinking back to what happened, it was during this time that Francis had also asked her out and she was yet to give him a reply.

“So, it's you. You're the runt that everyone is talking about, aren't you?” With folded arms, she questioned immediately. Her brunette hair was styled into wavy straight strands that framed her oval-shaped face and gave her a mature look.

Frowning, I wasn't ready to entertain any of her nonentities and was ready to ignore her. “Excuse me,” I said, preparing to step aside and pass around her.

“Hold on. Where do you think you're going? How dare you walk away from me when I've not finished talking,” fuming, she asked as her hand found mine, pulling me roughly.

Unexpectedly, her action made me lose my balance and I fell to the floor. Feeling proud of herself, she towered above me, smiling widely and giving me a sharp glare.

From the way she stared around repeatedly, I had a feeling that she had planned this all along with the knowledge that my tiny home was farther away from the eyes of the public, which meant she could do anything she wanted to.

If it was the previous me, I might have been scared but not anymore.

Still on the floor, with my palms on the floor and ready to use them to lift myself, Kourtney approached me, glaring fiercely.

“So, you think because Francis saved you means you can just come to him at any time? And you think you can behave as you like? I'll have you know that you mean absolutely nothing to me and I'll destroy that face you are very proud of,” as she said this, she approached me with a tiny blade in her hand.

If I wasn't already suspicious of her, I wouldn't have noticed the blade she had managed to hide well between her fingers.

Just as she was about to pull me by my hair, I twisted my head, evading her outstretched hand while I stood to my feet.

“What do you think you're trying to do?” With my voice as cold as it could get, I tapped her hand, allowing the blade in between her fingers to fall.

Like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes widened and her lips shook while she tried to form proper words.

“You deserve it!” She screamed before roughly pulling her hand from mine, raising her other hand to slap me.

Unexpectedly, it was a quick one that happened in the blink of an eye and as my head whipped to the side, I wasn't about to let her go freely.

Blowing out the strands of my hair that fell on my face, blocking part of my vision, I briefly stared at my luggage that sat at the corner.

Dipping my fingers into my hair, I pulled them back, hissing out along, “ Who do you think you are?” I asked, taking quick steps towards her and before she had the chance to draw herself out of her anxious state, I raised my hand, slapping her right back on the cheek.

“Ahhh!” She screamed, her hand on her cheek as she fell to the floor.

“Come on, you don't have to pretend now because you seemed to have enjoyed it the first time,” I mocked, rolling my eyes at her while bending slightly toward her.

I managed to catch the look in her eyes, right before she pretended to fall to the side, as she screamed like a banshee.

“Diana! How could you be so evil?” The interruption of Francis immediately made me realize what Kourtney was up to. For someone who had been properly beaten to unconsciousness last night, he seemed to have recovered faster.

Sighing, I stood straighter, adjusting the strap of my dress, while wiping off the invisible dust on it. I watched as Francis helped her up, and she clung to him, pretending to be pitiful.

“Francis, you don't have to be mad at her. It's not her fault. She only just misunderstood me. I was trying to explain things to her,” faking a sob, Kourtney explained while clinging to him.

Sick of the games they were starting to play, I rolled my eyes at them. I ignored them, going to pick up my luggage before facing them back, leaving them a warning. “You both should stay out of my life and my business.”

As it turned out, not many people loved to take warnings and Francis happened to be one. With Kourtney still clinging to him, he approached me with a deep frown.

“What? So you think because you're mates to Alpha Nicholas that makes you think you can talk to me anyhow? Remember, you're just an orphan with no one to claim you. Do you think he wants you? Once he's done using you, like everybody, he'll throw you out. Get off your high horse,” Francis said to me with a smile while Kourtney giggled in his arms.

His words reminded me of my past life and it was almost like the tears were threatening to spill out.

Forcing them back was a big task but I wasn't just about to let this duo see me cry.

“Well, if I'm an orphan that no one wants, then, do you know what you are? I'll tell you. You are less than a speck of dust on Nicholas's shoes,” I bit back and I watched Francis fume in anger.

In the blink of an eye, he approached me, raising his hand in the air to hit me. His actions had caught me off guard and I braced myself for the pain to come, closing my eyes but I felt nothing.

In bewilderment, I opened my eyes slowly, only to see a tall figure standing in front of me.

Frowning in confusion, I watched closely, only to see that Nicholas stood tall, holding Francis' raised hand in his grip, tilting his head as if amused.

“Dare to touch my mate?” In a cold voice that sent shivers up my spine, he asked.

Upon staring at Francis' face, his expression had twisted into pain and anger, raising his index finger at Nicholas, he hissed out, “Let go.”

“Tell me, mate. How do you want to punish him this time?” With a smile directed at me, Nicholas asked, teasing a part of my heart.