Chapter 20:
“Is that true?” The Alpha and Luna chorused, their brows furrowing in confusion.
“Are you saying I’m lying?” Nathalia gasped in disbelief before I could speak.
“This thief here stole my jewelry!” Nathalia accused me, pointing her fingers at me to my father’s disappointment. It was her words against mine.
“She didn’t steal it!” Another voice rang out from the small crowd.
I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw Eve.
Nathalia threw her a death glare as she made her way to the Alpha, but Eve ignored it.
“Alpha,” she acknowledged, bowing briefly. “Ma’am Nathalia told Rory to do the chores in preparation for the Alpha King’s arrival. Rory didn’t even stand except for bathroom breaks. When I was about to meet the chief cook, I saw a guard enter Rory’s room. I’m certain that was the jewelry Ma’am Nathalia was searching for,” Eve explained.
“Thank you,” I mouthed, hoping she would see how grateful I was.
“That doesn’t change the fact that her mother saw it in her room!”
“Because it was planted there by someone! Were you deaf when she was talking?” The Alpha yelled at Nathalia, irritated. My eyes met Eve’s, and a feeling of pity washed over me. Nathalia would make sure she paid for speaking up for me.
She would make Eve’s life a miserable hell.
Maybe Eve should have kept quiet to save herself.
“Was that the reason for this drama?” The Luna asked, hissing afterward and turning to leave. “Your father and I have better things to attend to.”
“Who said I’m letting her go?” Nathalia resumed, grabbing my hair again.
It seemed she wasn’t going to accept defeat yet.
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“She is a whore!”
“I’m not…”
“Shut up! No one asked for your opinion, fucking whore!”
“Nathalia, what is it this time?” The Alpha gritted his teeth, visibly irritated.
“I saw her seduce my man,” Nathalia snapped.
“Man? What man?” he asked, creasing his brow in confusion.
“The Alpha King. She was all over him when we were in the hall. She even wore this rag to get his attention!” Nathalia screamed, ripping my floral dress instantly and kicking me so hard that I fell on my face.
My eyes flashed with anger as my lips tasted blood.
Not this time, bitch.
I let my emotions overtake me as I growled at Nathalia, challenging her to a fight. She didn’t waste time and pounced on me, tearing the rest of my gown. Good thing I wore underwear.
I launched at her, striking her hard on the face and scratching her with my sharp nails until blood gushed from her skin. Nothing else mattered—not even the punishment I would receive afterward. I was beating the hell out of Nathalia, and I would enjoy every moment of it.
Before anyone could separate us, I sat on her, delivering a series of punches to her battered face before scratching her body. A push from her sent me crashing to the floor, and some guards pinned me down.
