Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Lucius

I was in my room, boiling with anger, when I heard the sound of the door creeping open. I stared around the room with a frown on my face. I couldn't understand why anybody would come to my room. I knew that it must be Freya, and I'm ready to give her all that's on my mind. I'm ready to say anything to make her angry. I'm ready to say everything that can make her cry.

I couldn't believe she was so cruel to think of something like this. I couldn't believe that this was the same woman who I have been living with under the same roof but in different rooms. I couldn't believe that this was the same woman I had thought I would stay with. I couldn't believe she would be this wicked to try out her trick on Selene, and I'm glad that Sandra was there to help her. I can't think of what would have happened to her if she had come here. She would have been dead by now.

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I thought of her killing Selene. I don't know what she was thinking when she wanted to plan all this. I knew that she was thinking that I was going to accept her as my mate. How can I accept someone like her as my mate? Someone who is ready to kill another person like her to be my mate—all I could think of was how many terrible things she had done. I have no doubt that she would kill anyone to get what she wants.

I then remembered that she brought me here to her pack against my will. She had done that because she wanted me to stay away from my family and also wanted me to be with her.

"Who the hell is at the door?" I yelled angrily after a while.

The door was still left hanging open, and I couldn't help but wonder who was at the door. The door to the room was still like before. I walked toward the door with an angry look on my face. I knew that the person at the door wasn't Freya because if she were the one, then she would have entered. I opened the door, and there were Freya's parents standing at the front of the door.

"Good afternoon," I greeted the grumpies, and they stared at each other before turning to look at me.

"We have been knocking on the door, but we didn't hear your reply," Cynthia said, and I rolled my eyes, not having the mind to chat with them.

"I was lost in thought," I replied simply, with a frown etched on my face, which they failed to acknowledge.

"About what?" Cynthia asked, and as I was about to reply, her eyes widened with shock.

"Don't tell me you both had an argument again." Stephen asked, staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, you are right, but she didn't have an argument with me, but I did." "She has been getting on my nerves recently," I said angrily as I gritted my teeth.

"Mind if we come in? We have been stranded at the door for quite a while," Cynthia said, and I stared at her with a concealed disdainful look. I couldn't help but think of what to do.

"Sorry, my manners," I said as I walked out of the way, and they both entered the room. I shut the door behind me, and I walked in only to see they were now seated on the couch that was in the room.

"Mind discussing what the problem is between the both of you?" Stephen asked in his deep baritone voice.

I wanted to resist answering the question he asked because I knew that they must have heard about it, and moreover, it's not been long since I left her room. I knew that she might have gone to them, crying her eyes out like a kid. I wanted to resist, but his authority and superiority made me reconsider that. I couldn't help but think of what he would do to me after hearing this. I knew that he would behave exactly the way his daughter would react.

"She wants to kill my fiancée," I started, and I was interrupted by Cynthia.

"She can't do such a thing; she isn't as wicked as you have portrayed her," she said, and I stared at her angrily.

I couldn't believe that she would still side with her daughter, and I bet that would be possible if she heard all my parts of the story.

"Cythia, let him complete his words," Stephen said, and I stared at Cynthia angrily. I couldn't help but feel like Stephen was going to support me.

"Continue," Stephen said, urging me. The look on Cynthia's face was priceless, seeing that he had supported me. I couldn't help but wonder if she was any different from her daughter. I had first thought that she would be a good mother figure to me, but I think I'm wrong.

"She had purposely let rumors spread that I was thrown into the cold room by her, and now the rumors have reached my old pack, and the worst part is that my fiance is aware of that, and she knew that my fiance would run to this pack and would want to have revenge." "She wanted her to come to this pack, and then she could kill my fiance, and she would use the fact that she fought back in self-defense, and then she would want me to accept her," I said, rushing my words angrily.

My eyes had turned red due to the anger I was feeling inside me, and all I wanted at that moment was to pounce on them and make them pay for their daughter's sins.

"Your theory is right, but..." he was saying, but was cut off by his friend.

"What are you saying, Stephen? Can't you see he is badmouthing your daughter, but you sit there looking calm?" Cynthia asked, and I saw him sigh heavily.

"You should calm your nerves; we aren't here to make things more fuzzy, but to solve any of their obstacles; it's between them, but we only need to give them some advice," Stephen said as he stared at his partner lovingly, and I couldn't help but wish for that.

I knew for a fact that it couldn't happen because there was no way I'd give their daughter a chance. I was glad that he supported me, but I feel curious to hear the last part of his words.

"Your theory might be right, but there is no way my daughter would do such a thing; she can't harm innocent people," he said, and I scoffed angrily.

How dare he say something like this? I was wishing and hoping that he would support me, but it turned out that he doesn't. I felt my heart ache, but I then remembered that he was her father and they were likely to behave the same. I had thought he would be different, but he isn't.

"You think you know things and can teach people things; then why don't you teach your daughter first and see if she will listen to you?" "Your daughter is nothing but a selfish bitch," I said angrily, and almost immediately the door of the room opened, and I saw four people enter the room.

My gaze hardened immediately when I saw who it was. It was Freya, and not only she but three people were behind her. She walked boldly toward me, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was the same person I talked to in the room. Anger surged through my blood, and I couldn't help but want to get revenge on her, but I knew there was nothing I could do. All I can do for now is watch her. I feel angry that she doesn't feel regret after all that I have said to her. I knew for a fact that she was guilty of what I had accused her of.

"How dare you barge into my room like it's your property?" "I knew it was your pack, and I live in this place, but that doesn't give you the right to barge in like you want and leave whenever you want," I said angrily, and she scoffed before turning to look at her parents. She greeted them, and I stared at her scornfully.

"I brought the man who was responsible for spreading the rumors, and here is his." "I don't like the way you accused me earlier, like I was the one who leaked it out," she said, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her childishness.

"I can see you weren't brought up well by your parents; you should know that whatever happens in this pack technically makes you the one responsible." There is no way you can say you aren't responsible because all the things happening in the pack fall on you; you should have been taught this. I want you to leave my room this instant," I said, and I saw the lady beside Freya wanting to talk, but she was signaled to keep quiet by Freya because she knew I was right. They left the room, leaving me with Freya's parents, and I glared at them secretly with a frown on my face.

"I want you both out of my room this instant; you are not different from your daughter," I said to their ears, and they stared at me with shock. I'm not someone who disrespects those who are superior to me, but my anger has clouded my thoughts, and all I could think of was sending them out of my room.

I feel myself wanting to do more, but I have managed to suppress myself. It was as if I was not in control of my body.

"Get out this instant before I do something we'll both regret," I said, and Stephen ushered his wife out of the room. He stared at me with an understanding look on his face.