Screw My Mate, I'm Going Lycan - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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My grandmother lay frail in the infirmary bed, her shallow breaths the only sign of life. The pack healer had promised she'd recover, but the betrayal still clawed at my chest. My own pack—people I'd trusted—had turned their backs when she needed help most.
Only Dylan and Marcus had stayed. My childhood friends, my supposed allies. They'd helped me carry her here, and now they hovered nearby, their expressions tight with concern.
I exhaled shakily, stealing a moment to steady myself before slipping away. I had a traitor to deal with.
The CCTV footage flickered under my scrutiny, and then—there she was. Amy. My so-called best friend, lurking in the shadows like a rat, swapping the clips with that smug, venomous gleam in her eyes.
A growl ripped from my throat. "Amy," I spat, my voice sharp enough to draw blood. "She's the one spreading the lies. The one trying to ruin me."
Before I could move, Dylan and Marcus blocked my path. "Bella, hold on," Dylan said, placating. "It might've just been a stupid prank. Destroying her over this isn't worth it."
I stared at them, my pulse roaring in my ears. "A prank? My grandmother almost died because of her. And you're defending her?"
Marcus scoffed. "She's still alive, isn't she? Besides, Amy barely scraped into Lunar University. If rumors start, she'll lose everything. Unlike you."
The words hit like a slap. "What's that supposed to mean?" I hissed. "You believe those lies too?"
Dylan's lip curled. "Rumors don't come from nowhere, Bella. Dylan and I fought tooth and nail just to get in—yet you topped the university? How?"
The quiet venom in his voice—pack prejudice, pure and ugly—ignited something icy in my gut.
"And those photos of you with rival warriors?" Marcus added. "If you weren't actually sleeping around, how'd Amy get them? Face it—we've never even seen your skills. How'd you run this pack all these years without proving yourself?"
My jaw clenched. "No one's seen my skills because—"
I bit back the truth. Revealing anything risked my shot at the mystical institute. But my hesitation only fueled their accusations.
"If you were struggling, we could've helped," Dylan cut in. "Instead, you whored yourself out to those filthy warriors. You humiliated us at the banquet. Do you have any idea how ashamed we were to stand beside you?"
Marcus nodded. "Amy cares about her reputation. We do. But you? You're reckless. Who knows what diseases you've picked up—"
"Enough!" My shout silenced them. "My skills are mine to reveal when I choose. And those photos are fakes. But you didn't even wait for proof—just jumped at the chance to believe the worst of me."
I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "You were my friends. Or I thought you were. But now? You see me as some cheap, desperate—"
I turned to leave, but the doubt in their eyes lingered like a stain.
For a second, pride flickered in my chest. I'd stood my ground. Defended myself with dignity.
Then a hand clamped around my wrist.
I whirled—Dylan stood there, his grip iron-tight. Relief flickered, stupid and fleeting, until his next words turned my blood to ice.
"You're not leaving, Bella." His voice was low, dangerous. "Cross us, and your grandmother pays the price. The pack obeys us now. Three seconds to hand over the evidence. Three… Two…"
My breath hitched. He wasn't bluffing.
Tears burned as I fell to my knees. "I was wrong!" The words tasted like ash.
Dylan snatched the evidence, smirking. "Should've thought of that sooner."
Marcus loomed over me, cold as stone. "Amy's under our protection now. You'll never touch her again."
Despair swallowed me whole. Betrayed. Alone.
I crawled back to the infirmary and didn't leave my grandmother's side for days, terrified of what they'd do next.
Then, two strangers appeared—stern, unreadable. "Bella," one said. "Golden Wolves Institute. Dean sent us. Your grandmother's safe now. Come with us."
A spark of hope. Maybe I wasn't out of allies after all.
I stood, shoulders squared, and followed them out—leaving Dylan and Marcus behind for good.
Only Dylan and Marcus had stayed. My childhood friends, my supposed allies. They'd helped me carry her here, and now they hovered nearby, their expressions tight with concern.
I exhaled shakily, stealing a moment to steady myself before slipping away. I had a traitor to deal with.
The CCTV footage flickered under my scrutiny, and then—there she was. Amy. My so-called best friend, lurking in the shadows like a rat, swapping the clips with that smug, venomous gleam in her eyes.
A growl ripped from my throat. "Amy," I spat, my voice sharp enough to draw blood. "She's the one spreading the lies. The one trying to ruin me."
Before I could move, Dylan and Marcus blocked my path. "Bella, hold on," Dylan said, placating. "It might've just been a stupid prank. Destroying her over this isn't worth it."
I stared at them, my pulse roaring in my ears. "A prank? My grandmother almost died because of her. And you're defending her?"
Marcus scoffed. "She's still alive, isn't she? Besides, Amy barely scraped into Lunar University. If rumors start, she'll lose everything. Unlike you."
The words hit like a slap. "What's that supposed to mean?" I hissed. "You believe those lies too?"
Dylan's lip curled. "Rumors don't come from nowhere, Bella. Dylan and I fought tooth and nail just to get in—yet you topped the university? How?"
The quiet venom in his voice—pack prejudice, pure and ugly—ignited something icy in my gut.
"And those photos of you with rival warriors?" Marcus added. "If you weren't actually sleeping around, how'd Amy get them? Face it—we've never even seen your skills. How'd you run this pack all these years without proving yourself?"
My jaw clenched. "No one's seen my skills because—"
I bit back the truth. Revealing anything risked my shot at the mystical institute. But my hesitation only fueled their accusations.
"If you were struggling, we could've helped," Dylan cut in. "Instead, you whored yourself out to those filthy warriors. You humiliated us at the banquet. Do you have any idea how ashamed we were to stand beside you?"
Marcus nodded. "Amy cares about her reputation. We do. But you? You're reckless. Who knows what diseases you've picked up—"
"Enough!" My shout silenced them. "My skills are mine to reveal when I choose. And those photos are fakes. But you didn't even wait for proof—just jumped at the chance to believe the worst of me."
I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "You were my friends. Or I thought you were. But now? You see me as some cheap, desperate—"
I turned to leave, but the doubt in their eyes lingered like a stain.
For a second, pride flickered in my chest. I'd stood my ground. Defended myself with dignity.
Then a hand clamped around my wrist.
I whirled—Dylan stood there, his grip iron-tight. Relief flickered, stupid and fleeting, until his next words turned my blood to ice.
"You're not leaving, Bella." His voice was low, dangerous. "Cross us, and your grandmother pays the price. The pack obeys us now. Three seconds to hand over the evidence. Three… Two…"
My breath hitched. He wasn't bluffing.
Tears burned as I fell to my knees. "I was wrong!" The words tasted like ash.
Dylan snatched the evidence, smirking. "Should've thought of that sooner."
Marcus loomed over me, cold as stone. "Amy's under our protection now. You'll never touch her again."
Despair swallowed me whole. Betrayed. Alone.
I crawled back to the infirmary and didn't leave my grandmother's side for days, terrified of what they'd do next.
Then, two strangers appeared—stern, unreadable. "Bella," one said. "Golden Wolves Institute. Dean sent us. Your grandmother's safe now. Come with us."
A spark of hope. Maybe I wasn't out of allies after all.
I stood, shoulders squared, and followed them out—leaving Dylan and Marcus behind for good.
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