Chapter 258:
Her eyes held pain, betrayal, and other emotions I had never seen before. I could see how hard she fought against the tears, trying to appear strong, but it was useless.
The more she feigned moving on, the more I felt the weight of our past relationship crashing down on her. She didn’t even realize when a tear slipped down her cheek, but she quickly blinked it away.
Silence settled between us as I stood rooted in place, watching the girl I had once loved. I was overtaken by emotions, but I kept a hard expression, unwilling to let her see how much she still affected me.
I don’t know how long we stood there, staring at each other, but no one dared to interrupt us.
My breathing turned harsh as memories flooded back—the image of catching her in bed with another man.
To think that she moaned his name instead of mine, and got pregnant by that low-life…
How dare she?
Instead of admitting her unfaithfulness, she kept insisting that she was framed.
It angered me that even knowing the truth, she still tried to defend her filthy actions.
Pathetic liar.
I hated lies, and it was a miracle she was still alive. I didn’t know why her tongue hadn’t been ripped from her mouth, but I found it hard to inflict pain on her.
Worst of all, I couldn’t bear seeing someone else hurt her.
I didn’t understand why her pain caused me pain, or why her happiness sparked my own.
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The day she left the castle, I vowed to kill her if she ever dared to step foot near the premises again. But here I was, protecting her from Rosa.
Rosa was my mistress, and her status was higher than Aurora’s. She had the right to punish Aurora, but at the same time, I was livid that Rosa had laid a hand on her. A burning rage swept through me, and it fueled my urge to tear Rosa to pieces for hurting Aurora.
Aurora belonged to me, dead or alive. I am her master, and she is my property.
Wait… what the hell am I even saying?
Aurora ceased to be my property the moment she opened her legs for that bastard and was banned from my castle.
“Are you sure?”
I turned sharply, searching for the voice that had spoken.
My eyes scanned Jasper and Rosa’s faces, but confusion hit me like a wave as I tried to figure out who had spoken those words.
The voice was strangely familiar, but it didn’t belong to either Jasper or Rosa.
Maybe it was just my imagination.
But since my brothers had returned, I had been hearing a faint voice in my head.
I was sure it wasn’t just my imagination, and the thought filled me with worry.
Could it be my wolf?
I wasn’t sure. My wolf had been silent the day Ivy died. He had insisted that Rosa knew about Ivy’s death, and he blamed me endlessly for ignoring his warnings until it led to the death of our mate. He had said he would only return when my brothers and I found our second-chance mate.
