After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 42

Ryan froze. He hadn’t expected to be called out like this in public, and I knew he wouldn’t dare accuse me of bullying someone with all these eyes on us. After all, it could lead to a scandal, or worse, our breakup.

But Linda, always the actress, clung to Ryan’s arm, her eyes full of fake tears, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would take her side.

Before Ryan could respond, Arman cut in.

"No need to threaten your boyfriend. I already know everything." His voice was firm, full of authority. "It’s too late to play innocent now. When you do something wrong, there’s a price to pay."

I could feel my pulse quicken, but I kept my face neutral as Arman stepped closer, his voice dropping but still loud enough for the onlookers to hear.

"Your parents are gone, Sophia. Now, I’m the one responsible for disciplining you."

With that, Arman’s eyes hardened, and his next word came like a blow. "Kneel."

His command hit me in the heart, and for a moment, I struggled to breathe.

The memory of my parents’ death in the war flashed through my mind, a wound that had never fully healed. While they were celebrated as heroes of the werewolves, their loss had left an unfillable void in my life. I had lost them, and with them, a part of myself.

Arman had struck at my most vulnerable spot, and he knew it.

Around me, the whispers grew louder.

"Is she really going to kneel?"

"The Alpha’s sister… how humiliating."

"It’s good that her cousin is holding her accountable. Maybe she needs to be put in her place."

Linda’s gaze was filled with triumph, her lips twitching in a smug smile. Arman, seeing that I hadn’t moved, repeated his command, this time with a sharper edge to his voice. "Did you not hear me? Kneel."

I straightened my back, refusing to bend under his pressure. Just as I was about to respond, a loud voice cut through the tension in the room.

"Who dares to make her kneel?!"

The doors to the hall were thrown open with a force that made everyone turn.

In the doorway stood a tall, imposing figure. His silhouette was sharp against the light, and as he stepped into the room, his presence demanded attention. He was handsome, with a chiseled jaw and deep-set eyes that seemed to pierce through the crowd. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his suit was impeccably tailored, emphasizing his broad shoulders and powerful stance.