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Chapter 334
~Ella’s POV~
I drove to the location Kent had sent , my stomach flipping with nerves the entire way.
When I arrived, I parked near the field and scanned the area. The place was mostly empty, save for a few scattered benches and an open stretch of grass.
The wind was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth. I wrapped my arms around myself as I stepped forward, searching for him.
Nothing.
The unease in my gut grew.
Then—footsteps from behind. I froze, my wolf bristling inside . That wasn’t Kent.
Before I could turn, my body reacted instinctively, my pulse quickening. And then—pain.
A force hit square in the chest, knocking the breath from my lungs as I was thrown backwards. My body crashed onto the field, dust and grass flying up around .
I gasped, the impact rattling my bones. My head spun as I tried to regain focus, my wolf growling furiously.
What the hell—?
A shadow lood over .
Boots—knee-high, laced with silver buckles. Fishnet stockings. A short skirt. A leather jacket draped over a bralette and dark shades that hid the stranger’s eyes.
She stood above , smirking.
"Well, well." Her voice was smooth, almost amused. "So, you’re the one who won’t leave my future husband alone, huh?"
I blinked through the pain, my heart stuttering.
Future husband?
What in the actual—?
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my body still aching from the hit. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded.
The woman tilted her head, her lips curling into an arrogant smile. "Oh, darling," she purred. "I’m the one Kent actually belongs to."
My blood ran cold.
Kent... had a fiancée?
I struggled to catch my breath, my chest burning as I forced myself to sit up. My hands clenched into the dirt beneath , fingers trembling from both the impact and the fury bubbling inside .
Who the hell was this woman?
She crouched down beside , her smirk widening as she reached out, her fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. I flinched, the re touch of her making my skin crawl.
"Listen closely, little mutt," she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. "I don’t know what delusion you’ve been living under, but Kent—my Kent—was never yours to begin with."
I sucked in a sharp breath, my nails digging into the ground.
She giggled, as if my reaction amused her. "Aww, did you think he loved you?" She let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. "Pathetic. You were just a little plaything, a distraction. And now that I’m back, he won’t be needing you anymore."
I clenched my jaw, refusing to let the sting of her words show.
But she wasn’t done.
"If you ever co near him again," she continued, her smile vanishing, "I will make your life a living hell. I will terrorise you in ways you can’t even begin to imagine."
My stomach twisted.
She leaned in, her breath ghosting against my ear. "And when I’m done with you," she whispered, "you’ll have no choice but to rid this world of your sorry existence."
My entire body went rigid.
A lump ford in my throat, my vision blurring with unshed tears. She was serious. This wasn’t so petty ex-girlfriend drama—this was a threat—a promise.
And yet, anger burned beneath my fear.
I gritted my teeth and tried to push myself up, rage fuelling . "You bi—"
Before I could even finish the insult, an invisible force slamd back down, pressing against my body with crushing weight.
I gasped, the air forced from my lungs as it felt like ten bags of cent had been dropped on . My limbs locked, my muscles straining under the unbearable pressure.
"What’s the matter?" she taunted, standing over . "Did you really think you stood a chance against ?"
My wolf howled in frustration, but we were both trapped, unable to move.
She lifted a hand, a swirl of blue energy forming in her palm, flickering like fire but colder—deadlier. The glow cast eerie shadows across her face as she aid it at my leg.
"Let’s see how well you run when I burn that little leg of yours," she mused, her expression almost... bored.
I braced myself for the pain.
But just as she was about to unleash whatever dark magic she was wielding, she halted. Her body stiffened, and her head tilted slightly as if listening to sothing only she could hear.
Then, a low hum vibrated in the air, and her hand twitched to the side of her head.
Her eyes narrowed. "Mother?"
I barely caught what she was hearing, but whatever was being said had her attention.
A pause. Then—"I see. The plan is in motion. I stepped out. I’ll be there."
The blue energy in her hand faded, and she turned away, clearly about to leave.
My heartbeat pounded in my ears, but I forced myself to push past the fear. "Who are you?" I rasped, my voice hoarse from the weight still lingering on my chest.
She stopped, glancing at over her shoulder. A smirk curled her lips. "Soone of your calibre isn’t worthy of knowing my na."
I took in her features—the icy blue eyes, the long black hair, the arrogance that dripped from her every movent.
A na clicked in my mind, one I had only heard in whispers.
A slow smile ford on my lips despite the situation. "Icy blue eyes, black hair... Vera."
For the first ti, her confident facade cracked. Her eyes widened, her entire fra tensing. "How?" she snarled, the blue flas flaring back to life in her hand, brighter this ti, deadlier.
I smirked. "I’m a good werewolf listener," I said simply, shrugging. "And your mother just called you that."
Pure rage twisted her features. "You little—" She lifted her hand, ready to strike.
I didn’t wait.
With every ounce of strength I had left, I scooped up a handful of dirt and threw it straight at her face.
She shrieked, stumbling back as she clawed at her stinging eyes.
I didn’t waste another second.
I turned and ran.
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