Chapter 83: Chapter 83

Lucius

The fact that Freya had the audacity to kill Selene despite my warnings to the contrary astounded me. I was upset with her and made a self-promise not to forgive her ever again. I was aware that I could never be with my best friend's murderer. I was aware that coexisting peacefully with her was unattainable. Selene had mentally attached herself to me in the belief that I would save her, but I didn't. I felt bad since I wasn't dependable and didn't show up for my best friend when she needed me. Though there was nothing I could do or say about it, I wasn't satisfied with all of that.

I was aware that she had exploited my weakness by using her alpha position against me. Knowing that I am not as strong as she is has wounded me. I had looked foolish in front of her. Selene had my word that I would save her, yet I did nothing. A dejected expression crossed my face as I saw her murder him. I was aware that she would keep controlling me with her alpha abilities. I understood that she was in a position where she could make decisions since she was the leader of the pack. I knew that things would change if I depended on my lycan's might, but I'm not prepared for that.

I was aware that it would appear as though there was no difference between us. If I had been able to control my wolf's side as I should have, I knew I could have stopped her. The realization that I am nothing in comparison to her and that she can do whatever she wants with me hurts. I was aware that the situation was unfavorable, but there is nothing I can do about it.

Watching her kill Selene from a distance nearly brought me to tears. I knew I shouldn't stay there since I couldn't stand to see the situation, but I knew better than to walk out. I was aware that all I had to do was figure out how to return to my pack. I was aware that things would not be simple and that Freya would continue to exploit me. I was deeply upset by the realization that nothing would change even though I was her partner. Knowing that my mate doesn't want to interact with me or have anything to do with her pack doesn't sit well with me.

I stumbled back to my room, choosing not to make the trip to the hospital again. I was in complete disbelief about what had transpired only moments before. Knowing that I couldn't keep my word to her wounded me. I was aware that I had made her numerous promises, but I was unable to fulfill any of them. I didn't get to finish what I had promised her, despite my own expectations. Although it hurt, I knew it would take a lot of effort for me to get over it.

It was difficult for me to accept that Freya would do such a thing since I knew that I was more devoted to her than I had ever been to anyone else. I knew she'd done nothing wrong, and I also knew I wouldn't be able to let her go easy.

For some reason that only she knows, I realized that she had to have killed her. I was aware that she shouldn't have killed her, but I really feel that there had to be a good cause.

I headed to the bathroom to take a bath, letting out a deep sigh. I took my time in the bathroom and had a bath. With a grimace on my face, I left the restroom after washing off all the bloodstains that were on my body. My mind was racing so hard that all I could think about was taking action to end it all. I knew that with everything in the way, it wouldn't be simple, but I still had to take action.

I put my palm on my chin and sat on my bed. I knew it would take some time for me to get over the image that kept jumping into my head because I was engrossed in my thoughts.

As soon as I heard a knock on the door, I knew Freya had to be there. I refused to open the door for her. I will allow her to experience the hurt of being disregarded. She's going to pay for that, I promise. I knew I couldn't keep harboring resentment toward her for very long because she was my mate. I was aware that the romantic connection would have an impact on me and that I would be more willing to forgive her. Since I had accepted her as my mate, I understood that it would be more difficult for me as well.

When Freya saw I was not responding to her, she opened the door. She entered the space and closed the door behind her. I was offended enough to even notice the inexplicable expression on her face as she went toward me. All I wanted to do at the time was chastise her for what she had done today; I couldn't care less about anything else.

"Why are you here?" "You want to talk to me after you killed my best friend?" I responded, gazing daggers at her and giving her a furious look.

She began, "I came here to talk to you about Selene," and I became furious, as I couldn't believe she was here to make fun of me for killing my best friend.

I got up from where I was sitting and gave her an angry glare. "You want to taunt me about killing my best friend?" I hissed.

I glanced at Freya, confused, not knowing what to say or do. "She will have died anyway if I don't kill her; she consumed more poison than you do," Freya remarked.

"She knew she would be caught, and she begged me to kill her." I gazed at Freya, and she said, "She wanted to make it look like I killed her; she wanted to pin everything on me after knowing that you are alive."

I shot back, "You are lying," with anger.

"She wasn't sent by me; she was aware that she would ultimately perish at the hands of the werewolf council member. She made that decision because she knew you two would die in the end. "I have the identity of the werewolf council member who sent her," Freya said.