Helanie:
That fear I used to feel whenever I faced one of them after that night—I would start shaking, freeze for a few seconds, and tears would fill my eyes, it was no longer there.
But this ti, I stood tall. Confident.
I didn’t know why, but it felt as if I had been waiting for this mont to arrive.
Rhiz clicked his tongue as he locked the door behind him. He was trying his best to look intimidating. And I say this with the utmost respect—but I wasn’t scared of him.
I calmly folded my arms across my chest and raised a brow. This confidence, this calm—it had to be coming from the one who had finally awakened inside .
"I see you’re not crying for help anymore," he said, turning around and leaning back against the door. His hands slipped into his pockets.
"I used to think of you as a monster. The big bad wolf who got that night," I said quietly. "I thought when I saw you again, I’d shatter all over again. I used to picture your face and wonder—will I be able to look at it without falling apart?"
I t his eyes, kept my voice low, calm.
"But now that I’m seeing you, standing right in front of ... I realize you were only scary because I made you scary. You were only ’manly’ because you attacked a vulnerable woman without an active wolf."
The way his smirk faltered just because I wasn’t afraid—that told everything I needed to know.
"Ohh, confidence," he sneered. "Well, will it hurt your feelings to know I already knew you’ve grown confident? I’ve been hearing all sorts of nonsense—court cases, trials, challenges—"
He kept talking, but I started laughing. The sound of it silenced him.
"That’s why you were hiding," I said simply.
His smirk vanished completely.
"You know what," he growled, stepping toward , "you looked even more gorgeous when you had my cock down your throat and couldn’t speak. Rember how you cried? Begged us to let you go. Your pendant in your neck but it was so easy for us to tell everyone that it was off."
He hissed, expecting to flinch.
"You shouldn’t have co here alone," he said, getting closer.
I didn’t move. I didn’t need to.
"I’m not the sa girl you rember," I said, my voice calm and sure. Even with him towering over , I didn’t fear him. I was ready.
He laughed.
"You? What can you do?"
He bent down to level his face with mine, trying to emphasize the height difference.
Was that his move? To remind he was taller? Bigger?
Before he could blink, I punched him in the stomach. Hard.
He doubled over, gasping for air.
Before he could straighten up, I kicked his legs out from under him. He crashed to the floor with a loud thud.
I stepped back, breathing steady.
He looked up at , eyes wide, shock written across his face.
"You trained," he said, coughing.
I nodded. "Every day. For people like you."
He got up, slower this ti, and swung his fist at . I ducked easily and grabbed his arm. Twisting it behind his back, I shoved him against the wall.
"Next ti," I whispered in his ear, "think twice before you lock in a room. Because trust —it’ll be deadlier for you."
He looked like he’d just t the biggest shock of his life.
I kept him pinned, my fingers wrapped tightly around his neck. Every ti he tried to grab my arm or retaliate, I blocked him with my free hand—calm, precise.
"You feel it now, don’t you?" I said, cold and low. "I’m not scared anymore."
I held him there a few seconds longer before letting go. I wanted him to feel it—that he’d already lost.
But he was stubborn. Of course he was. There was no way he’d admit defeat to .
The second I stepped back, he roared and charged, throwing a punch straight at my face.
Too slow.
I ducked, caught his arm, and twisted it sharply. He cried out in pain. I yanked him forward and drove my knee into his stomach. He collapsed to his knees, coughing violently.
Still not done, he lunged at my legs. I jumped back, spun around, and kicked him across the face.
He hit the ground hard, groaning, blood trickling from his mouth. Watching him struggle only solidified my belief in my power. And I began to wonder—would it feel this satisfying to fight Darius too?
"I shouldn’t have drunk so much before facing you," he muttered, coughing and trying to bla the alcohol in his system.
I had noticed it too—his slower reactions, his sloppier moves. When he brought it up, I started to wonder if that was why.
"I’ll see you in court," I said coldly. Now that I knew where to find him, I would drag him to face justice.
But just as I turned to leave, his voice made stop dead in my tracks.
"But did you enjoy it?" he sneered. "My cock in you? When you’re facing in court, just rember—I fucked over your friend’s little sister and killed her too."
Rage snapped through . I turned too fast, blinded by fury—exactly what he wanted.
Before I realized it, he was behind . He caught my fist mid-air, spun around, and threw onto the bed. He scrambled on top of , trying to trap beneath him.
"Anger isn’t your biggest power," he smirked.
But before I could strike back, the door burst open—and in walked Rudy, with people behind him.
Not just anyone.
His mother. And Vontson.
"Alpha Rhiz," Vontson hissed, his tone cold and sharp. "You are under arrest for attacking Helanie."
Rhiz’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull as the warriors stord in, grabbing him and dragging him off the bed like a ragdoll.
"Wait! Let explain—I’ve been frad!" he shouted.
Rudy reached over to help off the bed, then turned to Rhiz, expression unreadable.
He looked at Rhiz, then at , and finally said, "You did him pretty dirty. I’m proud of you."
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