Chapter 4

Lila pov

I found myself standing next to his bed, trembling in fear, my clothes in tatters. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Lycan Kai entered, his expression one of shock as he observed the tension and the sweat trickling down. I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself, bracing for the possibility of being cast out in my vulnerable state. I pressed myself against the wall.

"What is happening here, Kyle?" he inquired, gesturing towards us. Alpha Kyle remained sprawled on the mattress, while I stood frozen in place.

Kai's expression hardened, his eyes fixating on my unkempt appearance before turning to Alpha Kyle. "What have you done?" he growled, his tone low and threatening.

Alpha Kyle gradually propped himself up, his chest rising and falling with effort. "She... she instigated me," he spat, his eyes blazing with fury.

Kai's demeanor shifted to one of skepticism. "I find that hard to believe," he replied, his voice laced with contempt. "Lila, come here."

I paused, uncertain of my next move. However, Kai's soothing tone reassured me, prompting me to step closer. He enveloped me in a protective embrace, his gaze fixed firmly on Alpha Kyle.

I found it unbearable to wait for instructions; I hurriedly left the room, my legs propelling me forward. Kyle is truly despicable!

I scoffed at the thought.

Fully aware of my purpose within the pack house, I pondered whether he was merely intoxicated, oblivious to his foolishness towards me, or if he was simply living up to his established playboy reputation. As I descended the stairs, I accidentally collided with someone, causing her purse to drop as my hands brushed against hers.

"Oh no!" I exclaimed, rushing to retrieve her purse while she remained steadfast, staring at me intently. I crouched down, using one hand to shield my exposed body as I picked up the purse for her. Upon raising my gaze to return the item, I was struck by her appearance; she appeared both stunning and sophisticated. "I am so sorry, Miss," I stuttered, handing the purse to her, but she stood there, crossing her legs and leaning on the staircase rail, seemingly captivated as she observed me.

"Ma'am, your purse," I emphasized sincerely.

"Who are you?" she queried, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried an undertone of rudeness that unsettled me. "It does not matter," I replied, extending the purse in her direction.

My hands were suspended in the air as she maintained her intense gaze upon me, her lips adorned with crimson lipstick suggesting a determined demeanor. I scoffed and nodded my head repeatedly before finally releasing my words with a deep sigh and stepping closer to her. "My identity is not your concern," I stated with a smile, forcefully placing her purse into her palm while pushing her arms away. I then clapped my hands mockingly in front of her face.

"I apologize once again for accidentally dropping your purse," I added, attempting to move away when her grip suddenly tightened on my arms, spinning me back towards her. "Do not even think about it!" she snarled, her wide eyes piercing through me as her deep brown irises seemed to lock onto mine.

"She remains here," a commanding voice echoed from the upper staircase, prompting her to release her hold. "Kyle," she called out with a smile, and I lifted my gaze, casually affirming his presence. I shrugged off the tension, casting one final glance at the woman before descending the stairs.

“Who is she?” My mind kept returning to the incident as I grasped the doorknob, prepared to unlock it. A gentle touch on my shoulders halted my movement, sending a shiver down my spine and causing my heart to race as I turned swiftly. “I apologize for my brother's behavior; it was uncalled for,” Kai remarked, his hands still resting on my shoulders.

“He has a right to act as he does, I suppose, though I am not comfortable with it, " I replied hoarsely, my gaze directed downward. His touch might have offered some relief, but I despised the fact that someone as gentle yet determined as he could have killed my parents and now dared to consider me as a mere breeder; it was an outrageous notion.

"Lila?" He interrupted my thoughts, but I had no desire to meet his gaze. I preferred to engage in a battle of wills, my feet firmly planted on the safe ground, rather than confront a being I deemed dangerous; that would be sheer folly. "Lila, look at me," he commanded, but I merely shook my head in refusal.

"Please, I need to shower and change into something more appropriate, as this dress is partially revealing," I responded, my voice steady yet tinged with unease, my hands still covering the torn area that exposed my chest.

I decided to look up, as I could not hear him speak, only feeling his warm breath against my skin, which I found repulsive. My eyes inadvertently traced the path of his gaze, and to my horror, I realized he was staring at my exposed nipple.

"Excuse me," I exclaimed, hastily pushing the door open and slamming it shut behind me. I locked the door with a click, muttering under my breath about how he was no different from his brother—just another useless twin. Leaning against the door, I tilted my head back, eyes closed, seeking solace from the turmoil within.

It was time for a transformation. I hurried into the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the bathtub. I turned on the tap, allowing the water to flow over my skin. With my eyes closed, I sought to release the weight of recent events. Suddenly, memories of Marcus's betrayal surged through my mind, prompting a scream to escape my lips.

Tears streamed down my face as I sank deeper into the tub, allowing the water to envelop me. Lisa had betrayed me with a kiss, and Marcus had accused me of murdering my parents, wishing for my demise. The overwhelming thoughts crashed over me—the mocking voices of the pack members, the council's unjust decision to condemn me, all of it a manifestation of wickedness. Now, two lycans who had taken my parents' lives had reduced me to a mere breeder.

My existence had become a twisted nightmare. A breeder, an accused victim, and the sight of a worthless individual who only fueled my anger. This ignited a fire within me as I rose from the water, determined. Grabbing a towel from the rail, I stepped out, and the singular thought that consumed me was: "REVENGE.”