Chapter 191: 191 - kill lisa
191
~Belinda’s POV
The morning light slipped through the curtains, soft but sharp enough to make me groan. My body still hummed with the memory of Kael’s touch, his breath, his fire. Last night had been... wild, reckless, everything I had wanted. I turned my head and there he was, lying beside me. His dark hair was a mess, his chest bare, rising and falling with steady breaths. For a moment, I only stared.
"Stop staring, Belinda," Kael muttered, eyes still closed. His lips curved in that crooked smirk of his.
"I wasn’t staring," I lied quickly, pulling the sheet tighter around me.
His eyes opened then, sharp and mocking. "You were. You always do, after nights like that."
Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not that unforgettable."
Kael chuckled, rolling to his side to face me. "Really? Then why are you still in my bed?"
I glared at him. "Because it’s morning and I just woke up."
"Mhm," he drawled, brushing his fingers against my arm, teasing. "Say what you want, Belinda, but you don’t hide well. Not from me."
I pulled away, standing up quickly, ignoring the weakness in my legs. He stood, grinned, and placed a light kiss on my neck before reaching for his tunic. We dressed in silence, though the memories of the night clung to me with every breath.
When we reached Damon’s chamber, the door was already open. Rowan’s deep voice carried out, stern and clipped, while Damon’s steadier tone answered. Kael pushed the door without hesitation, and I followed.
Inside, Damon stood near the table, arms crossed, his face set in that cold mask that never softened. Rowan paced, his irritation sharp and obvious.
Damon looked up. "Good. You’re here. We need to discuss something."
Kael raised a brow. "This early? What could be so urgent?"
Damon’s eyes flicked over us, lingering on me with visible disdain before he spoke. "We’re going to get baby things for Lisa."
The words hit me like a stone. My chest tightened. "What?"
Rowan’s jaw clenched. "We’re going to the market. Damon wants to prepare for her child."
Anger surged up hot and fast. "You’re telling me you’re going to buy things for her? For her bastard child?"
"Belinda," Damon said, his voice low but sharp. "Enough. I have had enough of your childish behavious."
"No!" I snapped, fury spilling over. "This is madness. She’s nothing... nothing! And yet you’re treating her as if she carries the heir of this pack."
"Belinda." Rowan’s voice cut in, harsh this time, his pacing stopping abruptly. "Take it easy. You’re going too far. This is our child."
Kael’s smirk faded, his eyes narrowing as he added, "He’s right. Drop it, Belinda. You’re making a fool of yourself." His tone was edged with annoyance, not amusement.
Their rebukes stung, but I didn’t stop. "Do you even hear yourselves? You’re Alphas! And you’re talking about honoring a servant. A maid. You should have cast her out, not..."
"The child is ours," Damon interrupted, steady and unflinching.
I froze, staring at him. "Ours?"
"Yes," he said coldly. "Ours."
The word slammed into me like a blade. My lips trembled, but my rage only grew hotter. "Yours? Damon, are you even listening to yourself? That child is not worthy of your blood."
Rowan’s jaw tightened. "Belinda, enough. We don’t have time for your tantrums. This is duty, nothing more. Don’t twist it."
"Duty?" I spat. "And what about me? What about your Luna? Does that mean nothing?"
Damon’s eyes bored into mine, filled with disgust. His voice came out like a lash. "You make it so obvious that you don’t even want our child."
The words struck harder than any blow. My breath caught, my chest burning as if his voice itself had carved into me.
"I want to carry your child!" I screamed, my voice breaking as tears threatened to spill. "I want to be the one to carry your child! So you would choose her over me?"
None of them answered. Rowan turned away, his face tight with exhaustion, clearly done with my endless fury. Kael leaned back, arms folded, his expression dark with irritation, as if I had become more of a nuisance than anything else. But Damon, Damon’s silence was worse than their scorn. He stood there, unflinching, his gaze still sharp and cold, refusing to spare me even the courtesy of comfort.
Finally, he spoke again, his words colder than before. "I don’t even know when it started, Belinda. One day you were my Luna, and the next... everything about you turned bitter. The way you speak, the way you sneer, the poison in your words. It repels me." His jaw tightened as he went on, each syllable cutting. "And maybe that’s why I found myself drawn to Lisa instead. She doesn’t reek of venom. She doesn’t fight with shadows. She shows kindness, patience, things you’ve long forgotten."
My lips trembled, the weight of his words suffocating me. My heart pounded so hard I could barely breathe. Damon’s disdain wrapped around me like a shroud, heavier than any punishment.
And in that silence, I realized, it wasn’t just Lisa he had chosen. He had rejected me. Entirely.
That silence was worse than Rowan’s harshness, worse than Kael’s scorn. It was as if I didn’t matter.
I let out a bitter laugh that cracked in the middle. "I see. You don’t care about me. You don’t care about the vows, the title of Luna. All you care about is that woman and her bastard!"
"Belinda," Damon said flatly, not rising to my outburst, only repeating the disgust in his eyes, "I meant what I said. And nothing you do will change it."
I couldn’t breathe. My nails dug into my palms as I shook with fury. "I won’t raise a bastard!" I screamed, the words tearing from me.
And when still no one answered, when Damon’s silence cut deeper than any insult, when Rowan and Kael only glared in cold irritation, I turned on my heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.
By the time I reached my chamber, my body trembled with rage. I yanked the bell string, sharp and hard.
A maid scurried in, bowing. "My lady?"
"Bring Dolph," I ordered, my voice ice.
She widened her eyes but nodded quickly and fled. Moments later, the door opened again and Dolph entered, tall and quiet, danger in his shadow. He bowed. "You sent for me, my lady."
"Yes." My voice was low, trembling with fury. "Tonight. You strike. Kill her. Kill Lisa."
His eyes flickered once, then he nodded slowly. "As you command."