The Alpha's Betrayal, I Married My Family's Killer - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I couldn't breathe. Not since I'd learned the truth.
Ivan had destroyed my pack. He'd sent those wolves, left my parents clinging to life in a hospital bed. And the worst part? I was trapped here, playing the role of his devoted mate while he plotted his next move.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to claw my skin raw, to erase every second I'd ever trusted him.
But instead, I was stuck in this gilded prison, smiling like everything was fine.
Damon had been my only light in this darkness. He'd risked his life to save my parents, and he'd promised to help me see them.
But Ivan… Ivan didn't let me go anywhere without him.
He was watching me more closely now. Did he suspect something?
I sat by the window, fingers digging into the arms of my chair, staring at the moonlit garden below. One wrong move, and Ivan wouldn't hesitate to kill Damon.
"Lost in thought?"
That deep voice sent ice through my veins.
I turned to find Ivan leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips.
I forced a smile. "Just tired."
His golden eyes darkened as he stepped closer. "Then let's go to bed."
A chill slithered down my spine.
I didn't want to sleep beside him.
But I had no choice.
The bed felt like a coffin. Ivan's heat pressed against my back, his breath scalding my neck. His hand slid possessively over my waist, fingers tightening like a vise.
I flinched.
His grip hardened. "What's wrong?"
Everything. Everything is wrong, you monster.
I shoved his hand away, pulse roaring. "I'm just not in the mood."
Ivan went still beside me. Then—a low, mocking chuckle. "Still mad about earlier?"
I stayed silent.
He turned, facing me. Even in the dark, I felt the weight of his gaze.
"Tell me, Cynthia." His voice was deceptively soft. "What's really on your mind?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I want to see my parents."
His smirk vanished. The air turned thick, suffocating.
Then—his hand shot out, gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"You can't."
My stomach twisted. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Ivan's face was unreadable. "Go to sleep, Cynthia."
And just like that, I knew I'd get no answers tonight.
The days bled together.
Ivan barely spoke to me. He was always gone—handling "business" or whatever twisted schemes he was plotting.
Damon had been missing for weeks, only sending cryptic messages to confirm my parents were still alive. I craved more, but pushing for details was too dangerous.
And now… now I was stuck preparing for another miserable birthday.
My twenty-fifth.
No excitement. No joy. Just dread.
I stared at my reflection in the vanity. Hollow eyes. Pale skin. A Luna in name only. A prisoner in truth.
The door creaked open. A servant bowed. "Luna, Alpha Ivan is waiting for you in the dining hall."
I inhaled sharply.
Time to play the role again.
The dining hall was a grotesque display of luxury.
Candles flickered over the long table, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat and expensive wine. A feast fit for a queen—except the queen was a caged bird.
Ivan lounged at the head of the table, that ever-present smirk curling his lips. Beside him, Beta Helena watched me with sharp, amused eyes.
I wanted to rake my nails down her smug face. Instead, I lowered my gaze and took my seat.
Ivan raised his glass. "Happy birthday, my love."
Helena sipped her wine, lips quirking. "Yes, Cynthia. Another year of… blessings."
My jaw clenched. This was their game. They loved humiliating me.
I forced a smile and lifted my glass, playing along.
Ivan slid a small box toward me. "A gift."
I hesitated, then unwrapped it.
My breath caught.
Photographs.
Of me. Of my pack.
I flipped through them, hands trembling.
Images of my parents. My people. My home—before the attack.
And then—
A picture of my father, bloodied. My mother, unconscious. My people, broken.
Bile rose in my throat. I lifted my gaze to Ivan, voice barely a whisper. "Why are you showing me this?"
He smiled. "Because, my love, you've been living a lie."
My heart hammered. "What are you talking about?"
Ivan leaned back, eyes glinting with something dark. "Your parents. The ones you worship. The ones you believe are innocent."
He chuckled. "They killed mine."
The world tilted.
"No." The word tore from me.
"Yes," Helena sneered. "Not just Ivan's. Mine too."
My pulse roared. This wasn't true. It couldn't be.
"I don't believe you," I breathed.
Ivan's smirk widened. "Believe what you want. But it doesn't change why I married you."
My stomach dropped.
He leaned in.
"To destroy you."
Tears burned.
Helena laughed, bitter and cold. "So cry all you want, Cynthia. You'll pay for what your parents did."
The room spun.
My own mate—my husband—had never loved me.
I'd been nothing but a pawn in his revenge.
Ivan had destroyed my pack. He'd sent those wolves, left my parents clinging to life in a hospital bed. And the worst part? I was trapped here, playing the role of his devoted mate while he plotted his next move.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to claw my skin raw, to erase every second I'd ever trusted him.
But instead, I was stuck in this gilded prison, smiling like everything was fine.
Damon had been my only light in this darkness. He'd risked his life to save my parents, and he'd promised to help me see them.
But Ivan… Ivan didn't let me go anywhere without him.
He was watching me more closely now. Did he suspect something?
I sat by the window, fingers digging into the arms of my chair, staring at the moonlit garden below. One wrong move, and Ivan wouldn't hesitate to kill Damon.
"Lost in thought?"
That deep voice sent ice through my veins.
I turned to find Ivan leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips.
I forced a smile. "Just tired."
His golden eyes darkened as he stepped closer. "Then let's go to bed."
A chill slithered down my spine.
I didn't want to sleep beside him.
But I had no choice.
The bed felt like a coffin. Ivan's heat pressed against my back, his breath scalding my neck. His hand slid possessively over my waist, fingers tightening like a vise.
I flinched.
His grip hardened. "What's wrong?"
Everything. Everything is wrong, you monster.
I shoved his hand away, pulse roaring. "I'm just not in the mood."
Ivan went still beside me. Then—a low, mocking chuckle. "Still mad about earlier?"
I stayed silent.
He turned, facing me. Even in the dark, I felt the weight of his gaze.
"Tell me, Cynthia." His voice was deceptively soft. "What's really on your mind?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I want to see my parents."
His smirk vanished. The air turned thick, suffocating.
Then—his hand shot out, gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"You can't."
My stomach twisted. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Ivan's face was unreadable. "Go to sleep, Cynthia."
And just like that, I knew I'd get no answers tonight.
The days bled together.
Ivan barely spoke to me. He was always gone—handling "business" or whatever twisted schemes he was plotting.
Damon had been missing for weeks, only sending cryptic messages to confirm my parents were still alive. I craved more, but pushing for details was too dangerous.
And now… now I was stuck preparing for another miserable birthday.
My twenty-fifth.
No excitement. No joy. Just dread.
I stared at my reflection in the vanity. Hollow eyes. Pale skin. A Luna in name only. A prisoner in truth.
The door creaked open. A servant bowed. "Luna, Alpha Ivan is waiting for you in the dining hall."
I inhaled sharply.
Time to play the role again.
The dining hall was a grotesque display of luxury.
Candles flickered over the long table, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat and expensive wine. A feast fit for a queen—except the queen was a caged bird.
Ivan lounged at the head of the table, that ever-present smirk curling his lips. Beside him, Beta Helena watched me with sharp, amused eyes.
I wanted to rake my nails down her smug face. Instead, I lowered my gaze and took my seat.
Ivan raised his glass. "Happy birthday, my love."
Helena sipped her wine, lips quirking. "Yes, Cynthia. Another year of… blessings."
My jaw clenched. This was their game. They loved humiliating me.
I forced a smile and lifted my glass, playing along.
Ivan slid a small box toward me. "A gift."
I hesitated, then unwrapped it.
My breath caught.
Photographs.
Of me. Of my pack.
I flipped through them, hands trembling.
Images of my parents. My people. My home—before the attack.
And then—
A picture of my father, bloodied. My mother, unconscious. My people, broken.
Bile rose in my throat. I lifted my gaze to Ivan, voice barely a whisper. "Why are you showing me this?"
He smiled. "Because, my love, you've been living a lie."
My heart hammered. "What are you talking about?"
Ivan leaned back, eyes glinting with something dark. "Your parents. The ones you worship. The ones you believe are innocent."
He chuckled. "They killed mine."
The world tilted.
"No." The word tore from me.
"Yes," Helena sneered. "Not just Ivan's. Mine too."
My pulse roared. This wasn't true. It couldn't be.
"I don't believe you," I breathed.
Ivan's smirk widened. "Believe what you want. But it doesn't change why I married you."
My stomach dropped.
He leaned in.
"To destroy you."
Tears burned.
Helena laughed, bitter and cold. "So cry all you want, Cynthia. You'll pay for what your parents did."
The room spun.
My own mate—my husband—had never loved me.
I'd been nothing but a pawn in his revenge.
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