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Liora’s voice was soft, barely audible, yet it seemed it had taken every ounce of strength she had. Her eyes shimmered
with hope.
But Carmen merely let out a cold laugh, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking sneer.
“I love you? Do you think you’re worthy of that?”
Then he turned to Evelynne. “Evelynne, you’re the only one I love.”
Evelynne stood behind him, a shy blush rising to her cheeks.
“Carmen, don’t say that. It’ll hurt Liora’s feelings.”
But Carmen didn’t care in the slightest. His voice remained cold and sharp. “If she really cared about feelings, she
wouldn’t have forced me to seal the mate bond with her in the first place.”
With that, he took Evelynne’s hand. “Don’t bother with her. Come on. Let me show you around. You can have any room in
the pack house you like.”
It felt like someone had stabbed Liora right through the chest. Her heart twisted painfully, making it hard to breathe.
She suddenly stepped in front of them, her voice trembling. “What are you doing?”
Carmen stared at her with icy indifference, not a trace of warmth in his tone. “Evelynne just returned to the pack. Her old
place is still being cleaned, so she’ll be staying here for a few days. And you, Liora, stop pretending to be the Luna. Don’t
forget, if it weren’t for your manipulations, that title would’ve been hers.”
The color drained from Liora’s face instantly, as if she had just been slapped.
In the past, she would’ve shouted, argued, fought him tooth and nail. But now, she just felt tired.
All she could do was stand there and watch as Carmen walked past her hand-in-hand with Evelynne, like she was nothing
more than a stranger.
At dinner, Carmen and Evelynne sat close together, acting intimate, as if Evelynne were the true Luna of the pack house.
They whispered and laughed, and Liora was completely ignored.
She sat quietly, lowering her head, mechanically lifting food to her mouth. But everything tasted like ash.
Carmen’s scornful laugh and Evelynne’s delicate giggles echoed in her ears like needles stabbing her heart. The pain was suffocating.
Later that night, as she was about to go to bed, Liora accidentally overheard Evelynne speaking on the phone in the hallway.
“Didn’t I tell you to kill her? Why is she still alive, perfectly fine?”
Liora froze. Her heart plummeted. The glass of water in her hand slipped and shattered on the floor with a sharp crack.
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Startled by the sound, Evelynne turned around, her face instantly pale.
“You were the one who hired that rogue?” Liora’s voice trembled. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. “How could you do
that? We were friends once…”
Evelynne’s lips parted, about to explain, but then her eyes caught something over Liora’s shoulder, and her expression
shifted. Without warning, she threw herself to the floor, letting out a pitiful cry.
Carmen came running at the sound immediately.
He saw Evelynne on the ground, Liora standing over her, and fury surged through him. He shoved Liora aside.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Evelynne grabbed his arm, her eyes welling with tears. “Carmen, don’t blame her. Maybe… maybe she was just upset
because you told me you loved me earlier. If it helps her feel better to take it out on me, it’s okay… I’ll be fine.”
Hearing that, Carmen turned a seething glare on Liora, as if he were staring at his greatest enemy.
But in front of Evelynne, he restrained himself, not wanting to scare her. Instead, he bent down, gently scooped her up in
his arms, and said softly, “Let me get you some medicine.”
Liora stood frozen as she watched them disappear down the hallway. Bitterness churned inside her.
She returned to her room in silence and pulled out the first aid kit, quietly tending to her wounds alone.
There was a deep gash on her wrist, from where Carmen had shoved her earlier. Since she had returned from death, her
wolf natural healing powers had vanished. Now, her wounds healed slowly.
The disinfectant stung, but not nearly as much as the ache in her heart.
Just as she finished dressing the wound, Carmen pushed the door open and walked in.
His expression was dark with anger, and his tone carrying accusation.
“You can’t go a day without stirring up trouble, can you?”
Liora looked up at him, her eyes red. “Yeah. So what are you going to do about it?”
Carmen didn’t answer. His eyes darkened, flickering with a dangerous gleam.
Liora recognized that look.
It was the prelude to every night of their passionate intimacy for countless times.
Sure enough, the next second, he stormed toward her, seized her wrists, and shoved her down onto the bed.
He tore at her clothes, hands rough and unfeeling, treating her like nothing more than an outlet for his rage.
Liora winced in pain, her brows furrowing, but she gritted her teeth, refusing to make a sound.
Her body was trapped beneath him, completely under his control. She couldn’t move, couldn’t fight back, could only
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endure as he thrust and take what he wanted.
His breath grazed her ear, his voice cold and cruel. “Liora, don’t ever dream of getting my love.”
Liora shut her eyes. Silent tears slid down her cheeks.
As it was nearing the end, her voice rasped, barely more than a whisper.
“Carmen… I love you.”
Carmen buried his face in her neck, but when he heard her words, he paused for a moment, and then he let out a cold
laugh.
“But I hate you.”
With that, he stood up and walked into the bathroom, leaving her lying alone on the bed, cold and desperate.
