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Chapter 142

Lucian stood still, a cold, stern expression on his face, as straight as a pine.

My first whip cracked against his back, but he remained motionless, his gaze fixed on my face – pale, bloodless, eyes reddened with anger.

His deep eyes held an unfathomable emotion.

He didn’t stop me. He let me lash out, blow after blow, as if feeling no pain, letting me vent. Calista watched from the side, silent.

My heart sank with each lash of the whip.

*My wolf whimpered, a low growl rumbling in my chest. This is me, not the girl who’d once followed Lucian like a shadow.

I, Seren, was actually striking Lucian, and with such ruthless force. I used to love him so much; I knew it best.

Looking at my furious self, I was brought back to my arrival at the Silvermane family.

I remembered the fear, the constant feeling of fear as if walking on eggshells.

Calista had instructed Lucian to protect me. He always obeyed, always protected me.

I’d been terrified of him, but after Selene locked me in the basement and Lucian rescued me, I grew close to him. I followed him, calling him Lucian.

From the age of ten, he’d been withdrawn, avoiding closeness, yet he never rejected me, loving and protecting me more than I ever imagined. We grew up together.

My feelings for him weren’t just admiration for an older brother; it was teenage infatuation.

I thought I hid it well, but my gaze always betrayed me, revealing my feelings to everyone. Calista saw it. She saw a good girl, kind and beautiful, who loved Lucian deeply.

She thought we were perfect for each other.

I was the only girl who could get close to him.

Calista was always pleased by our bond.

But Ayla arrived. Lucian changed.

But my wolf raged, her claws unsheathed in my mind. I never did.

Despite Ayla’s hurt, despite Lucian’s mistakes, my love for him remained.

But now… my face was devoid of color. The intense love was replaced by resentment, burning hatred for Lucian.

‘My wolf howled in anguish at the betrayal, at his choice of Ayla and Willow over me.”

Last night, his locking me in that dreaded basement for Ayla and Willow… it shattered my heart.

I was truly giving up.

‘My wolf snarled, wanting to tear him apart.”

Calista’s unease mirrored my own.

Another whip fell, landing weakly.

I’d held my breath, enduring the pain.

More than a dozen lashes.

I wanted to continue, but my strength failed. My chest heaved.

I gasped for breath, trying to muster more strength, but my hand wouldn’t lift. Lucian, watching me, asked, his voice deep, “Are you relieved now? Can we turn the page?”

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