Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: 0035

Lorelei POV

The force of my punch knocked her off balance, sending her crashing backward onto the floor. Before she could recover, I was on top of her, fisting my hand in her hair and hitting her face over and over again.

"Get off me, you bitch!" Chelsea snarled, trying to shove me away, but I was surprisingly stronger than her.

All the anger and frustration I’d been carrying for weeks, for years, came pouring out.

Every moment of being tormented.

Every time I had been pushed around.

Every time I had been blamed for something that wasn’t my fault.

Every time I had been discarded like I meant nothing.

It all poured into each punch.

"No, you’re the bitch!" I growled viciously. "I’m going to kill you! I will fucking kill you! And when we both get to hell, I’ll kill you again!"

My fist connected with her nose, and blood sprayed across her face and over my knuckles.

Chelsea screamed like a dying animal, her hands flailing wildly as she tried to shield her face from the relentless rain of blows, but I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

The metallic scent of blood filled the cramped space, and something deep inside me responded to it.

Some feral, defensive instinct I hadn’t even known existed.

All I could see was Callista’s face.

All I could feel was every time I had been told I was worthless.

"What’s going on here?"

Several voices rang out at once, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps.

Then hands grabbed me from behind and ripped me away from Chelsea.

"Let me go!" I thrashed wildly, trying to break free, but the grips holding me were too strong.

Two guards restrained me, their arms like iron bands around my shoulders.

My chest heaved violently, and my breathing came in ragged gasps as I finally stopped struggling.

Through the haze of my rage, I could see Chelsea clearly now.

And the damage I had done.

Her nose looked broken, twisted at an unnatural angle as blood poured down her face in thick streams. Her lip was split in multiple places, and her left eye was already swollen nearly shut.

Several maids rushed to her side and helped her sit up while throwing strange looks in my direction and whispering among themselves.

"She’s crazy!" Chelsea screamed, pointing at me with a trembling, blood-covered finger. "She tried to kill me! She’s insane! She just snapped and attacked me! All because I bumped into her! She should be punished! She should be..."

"Enough!"

One of the guards barked, and the entire room instantly fell silent.

The guard who had spoken was a tall, broad-shouldered man with cold brown eyes. He turned to face me while two other guards continued holding my arms pinned behind my back.

"You," he said. "You’re coming with us."

"I didn’t. She started it..." I tried to defend myself, but the guard cut me off with a harsh look.

"This has nothing to do with that." He gestured toward Chelsea’s bloodied face, and his expression twisted briefly in disgust before he looked back at me. "We have been instructed to fetch you."

Instructed.

The word echoed in my ears.

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