The Alpha's Betrayal, I Married My Family's Killer - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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I should've known they'd twist the knife even deeper.
I sat frozen, my chest heaving, tears scorching my eyes as Helena sauntered over to Ivan and perched herself in his lap like she owned him. She draped her arms around his neck, her manicured fingers tracing his jawline as if I were nothing but air.
And then—she kissed him. Right in front of me.
White-hot rage erupted inside me. My nails gouged into the wooden table, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The sound of their lips meeting, the way Ivan smirked against her mouth—it was too much.
I slammed my hands down.
"You traitors!" I screamed.
Helena pulled away with a laugh, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Ivan just smirked, wiping his mouth like I was nothing more than a pesky fly.
"Traitors?" Helena mocked, her voice dripping with venom. "Oh, Cynthia. You really are stupid."
Ivan leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "You still don't get it, do you?"
My fists clenched so tight my knuckles burned. "You attacked my pack! You left my parents for dead! And now—now you flaunt this in my face?" My voice trembled, but I refused to back down. "You're wrong about them. My pack is innocent. My parents didn't—"
Ivan spat on the floor. "Pathetic." His smirk widened. "You can't do a damn thing, Cynthia. You're nothing but my toy." His voice dropped to a whisper, dark and jagged. "My slave."
The words cut deeper than any blade.
Helena sighed dramatically. "Enough with the theatrics. Soon, you'll be out of the picture anyway." She leaned forward, resting her chin on Ivan's shoulder. "Once the divorce is finalized, I'll be the rightful Luna." Her grin was pure poison. "And you? You'll have to watch it happen."
My heart pounded, but I refused to let them see me crack. I stood tall, swallowing the lump in my throat.
I would not let them break me.
The garden was silent, the cool night air doing nothing to soothe the storm inside me.
Tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling more alone than ever.
I had nothing. No pack. No family. No mate.
I squeezed my eyes shut. How did I let it come to this?
"You shouldn't be out here alone."
The deep voice sent a shiver down my spine.
I turned sharply.
Damon.
My walls crumbled.
His dark eyes held something unreadable, but the second I saw him, I lunged forward, throwing my arms around him, sobbing into his chest.
"Damon," I choked out, gripping his shirt like a lifeline. "I can't do this anymore. I can't—"
He held me tight, his voice low. "I know."
I pulled back just enough to search his face. "You're back?"
He nodded. "And I'm getting you out of this hell."
My breath hitched.
But Damon's expression turned grave. "It won't be easy. We have to be careful. If Ivan catches on—"
I nodded frantically. "I'll do whatever it takes."
Damon exhaled. "Then we play along. For now."
And just like that—I had hope.
The days dragged on, each one more agonizing than the last.
Ivan barely came home. And when he did, he acted like I didn't exist.
Good. It made my escape easier.
At night, I stayed locked in my room, careful not to raise suspicion. And now, with Damon's help, I finally had a way out.
I stood in my room, staring at my half-packed suitcase, my pulse racing. This is it.
I grabbed my phone and typed fast.
[I'm ready. Meet me in the courtyard.]
The second my finger left the screen, slow clapping echoed behind me.
I froze.
I turned.
Helena.
She leaned against the doorway, a wicked smile curling her lips. "You really thought you could run?"
My stomach dropped.
She took a step forward. "Pathetic."
Before I could react, something hard cracked against my skull.
Pain exploded. The room spun.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
I woke to cold.
A sharp, sterile scent burned my nose. I groaned, my limbs leaden.
Where was I?
The flickering overhead light revealed a white room—cold, clinical. Not a hospital. Something worse.
My hands were bound. Strapped to a metal table. Panic clawed at my throat.
Then, a voice.
"You're awake."
Helena stepped into view, her emerald eyes gleaming with sick satisfaction.
I thrashed against the restraints, my heart hammering. "Where am I?"
She tilted her head. "Somewhere no one will find you."
Fear coiled in my gut. "Helena, please—"
She clicked her tongue. "Begging won't save you."
My breath came in short gasps. "Why are you doing this?"
Her expression darkened. "Because you're a problem. And I hate problems."
She pulled out a small device and turned the screen toward me.
My world stopped.
A medical scan. Of me.
And at the center—
A tiny heartbeat.
A baby.
I was pregnant.
I gasped. "No—"
Helena's lips curled into a sneer. "Oh, yes."
Tears welled in my eyes. I hadn't even known.
Helena tossed the scanner aside and reached for something else.
A gleaming, sharp instrument.
Pure terror coursed through me.
"No," I whispered, shaking violently. "Helena, please—"
She smiled.
"I'm taking it away."
The cold metal glinted under the light.
And all I could do was scream.
I sat frozen, my chest heaving, tears scorching my eyes as Helena sauntered over to Ivan and perched herself in his lap like she owned him. She draped her arms around his neck, her manicured fingers tracing his jawline as if I were nothing but air.
And then—she kissed him. Right in front of me.
White-hot rage erupted inside me. My nails gouged into the wooden table, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The sound of their lips meeting, the way Ivan smirked against her mouth—it was too much.
I slammed my hands down.
"You traitors!" I screamed.
Helena pulled away with a laugh, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Ivan just smirked, wiping his mouth like I was nothing more than a pesky fly.
"Traitors?" Helena mocked, her voice dripping with venom. "Oh, Cynthia. You really are stupid."
Ivan leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "You still don't get it, do you?"
My fists clenched so tight my knuckles burned. "You attacked my pack! You left my parents for dead! And now—now you flaunt this in my face?" My voice trembled, but I refused to back down. "You're wrong about them. My pack is innocent. My parents didn't—"
Ivan spat on the floor. "Pathetic." His smirk widened. "You can't do a damn thing, Cynthia. You're nothing but my toy." His voice dropped to a whisper, dark and jagged. "My slave."
The words cut deeper than any blade.
Helena sighed dramatically. "Enough with the theatrics. Soon, you'll be out of the picture anyway." She leaned forward, resting her chin on Ivan's shoulder. "Once the divorce is finalized, I'll be the rightful Luna." Her grin was pure poison. "And you? You'll have to watch it happen."
My heart pounded, but I refused to let them see me crack. I stood tall, swallowing the lump in my throat.
I would not let them break me.
The garden was silent, the cool night air doing nothing to soothe the storm inside me.
Tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling more alone than ever.
I had nothing. No pack. No family. No mate.
I squeezed my eyes shut. How did I let it come to this?
"You shouldn't be out here alone."
The deep voice sent a shiver down my spine.
I turned sharply.
Damon.
My walls crumbled.
His dark eyes held something unreadable, but the second I saw him, I lunged forward, throwing my arms around him, sobbing into his chest.
"Damon," I choked out, gripping his shirt like a lifeline. "I can't do this anymore. I can't—"
He held me tight, his voice low. "I know."
I pulled back just enough to search his face. "You're back?"
He nodded. "And I'm getting you out of this hell."
My breath hitched.
But Damon's expression turned grave. "It won't be easy. We have to be careful. If Ivan catches on—"
I nodded frantically. "I'll do whatever it takes."
Damon exhaled. "Then we play along. For now."
And just like that—I had hope.
The days dragged on, each one more agonizing than the last.
Ivan barely came home. And when he did, he acted like I didn't exist.
Good. It made my escape easier.
At night, I stayed locked in my room, careful not to raise suspicion. And now, with Damon's help, I finally had a way out.
I stood in my room, staring at my half-packed suitcase, my pulse racing. This is it.
I grabbed my phone and typed fast.
[I'm ready. Meet me in the courtyard.]
The second my finger left the screen, slow clapping echoed behind me.
I froze.
I turned.
Helena.
She leaned against the doorway, a wicked smile curling her lips. "You really thought you could run?"
My stomach dropped.
She took a step forward. "Pathetic."
Before I could react, something hard cracked against my skull.
Pain exploded. The room spun.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
I woke to cold.
A sharp, sterile scent burned my nose. I groaned, my limbs leaden.
Where was I?
The flickering overhead light revealed a white room—cold, clinical. Not a hospital. Something worse.
My hands were bound. Strapped to a metal table. Panic clawed at my throat.
Then, a voice.
"You're awake."
Helena stepped into view, her emerald eyes gleaming with sick satisfaction.
I thrashed against the restraints, my heart hammering. "Where am I?"
She tilted her head. "Somewhere no one will find you."
Fear coiled in my gut. "Helena, please—"
She clicked her tongue. "Begging won't save you."
My breath came in short gasps. "Why are you doing this?"
Her expression darkened. "Because you're a problem. And I hate problems."
She pulled out a small device and turned the screen toward me.
My world stopped.
A medical scan. Of me.
And at the center—
A tiny heartbeat.
A baby.
I was pregnant.
I gasped. "No—"
Helena's lips curled into a sneer. "Oh, yes."
Tears welled in my eyes. I hadn't even known.
Helena tossed the scanner aside and reached for something else.
A gleaming, sharp instrument.
Pure terror coursed through me.
"No," I whispered, shaking violently. "Helena, please—"
She smiled.
"I'm taking it away."
The cold metal glinted under the light.
And all I could do was scream.
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