Chapter 6
EVE.
Yes. That’s it.
He knew me.
I was doomed. He saw my face!
I stood frozen, caught in the grip of those cold, merciless eyes. The atmosphere around us felt like ice, almost as if something had broken inside this space and sucked the warmth out with it.
“I’m… Uh…” My voice broke. The words were there, trapped behind my tongue, but none of them made it out. What was I even supposed to say?
Sorry for what?
For stealing from him? Or sorry for being a shameless whore for just one night that was about to ruin my life forever?
“To think that I’d combed round your stupid town, looking for you…” He scoffed again, but his lips didn’t even twitch. His voice was cold and detached. No hint of emotion, anger, or rage. Just…
emptiness.
“Yet, here you are… Stepsister,” the condensation in his tone and in the way he looked at me made my skin burn. And the way he called me “Stepsister…?” it said a lot. But I was in no position to demand respect from him.
“Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I…”
“You’re not sorry, girl. You just hate that I know you.” He said, his dead eyes peering into my soul. I couldn’t even hold his gaze for a second. His stare was too much, like it could peel my skin off, layer by layer, until there was nothing left but what I wanted to forget.
I didn’t know when uninvited tears began to slide down my cheeks. I tried to stop them. I tried. God,
I tried. But they fell anyway.
“You didn’t cry when you spread your legs for me and my friend, Eve. Why now?” He said, and I was shocked that he already knew my name. And my name sounded like disgusting poison on his tongue.
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“Look,” I began, “I’m sorry I stole from you. I can return the watch. I swear. We can forget it happened. Please. I’ll leave your pack. I’ll disappear. Just please… please forget it…” I sounded so pathetic and weak pleading this way. But I had no choice, and I didn’t care. Pride couldn’t save me
now.
He just scoffed like I was an insect buzzing at his feet, his hands still tucked calmly into his pockets. “The perfect daughter, huh?” he murmured, taking another step. “How disappointed would your mother be… if she knew what you are?”
My heart dropped. The wheels in my head turned instantly. No. No. No, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t possibly be serious about telling my mother… He wouldn’t dare.
“I’d like to find out,” he added, tilting his head as if he were studying a broken thing barely worth the dust it collected.. Amused by the damage.
“Please, Alpha,” I went down on my knees, “I swear, I’m not what you think I am… I was…” More tears were already blurring my vision. “I was in need of the money and…”
“And you couldn’t fuck enough cocks to get it. You had to steal from me…” He stated, and God, his calmness was unraveling me even more. It didn’t even seem like my pleas were reaching his ears.
“Please don’t tell my mother. It would kill her. Please,” I pleaded.
“You know, I used to wonder,” he murmured, almost like he was talking to himself, “how a woman like your mother could ever convince a man like my father to marry her.”
Then his eyes dragged over me before stealing an inch from me by taking another step closer, “But now I see it. Clear as fucking daylight. She must’ve traded her cunt for a ring.”
Something shattered inside me. It felt like he’d reached into my chest and ripped something out.
Not only was he tearing me open, he was dragging my mother down with me, ripping her dignity to
pieces.
“Don’t say that, please. My mother is not like that. I am not…” He didn’t even let me finish. He just turned around and headed for the door.
“Wait!” I choked out, crawling after him on shaking limbs. He paused without looking back, “Please
don’t tell my mother. Please,” I sobbed.
There was a beat of silence before he spoke again.
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“Welcome to my pack, stepsister. I hope you enjoy your stay.” With that, he walked out without even
a glance.
I knew I was doomed.
I watched Mum dance, her cheeks glowing as she smiled away with the new love of her life, and guilt lodged so deep in my throat it felt like a knife that it threatened to choke me to death. I might be the one to deprive my Mum of this radiance I was seeing on her face. It killed me.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
