The Lycan's Contract Luna

Chapter 2

Heartbreak served cold

Elara’s pov

I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. The air left my lungs, and my heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

“Ronan?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He looked up , startled, his fax paling as he realized what I had just walked in on.

I blinked, hoping that maybe I was hallucinating-that the image in front of me was some kind of sick illusion, a product of my exhausted, desperate mind.

But I was wrong.

It was real. Ronan and Lena, they were really together. Elara? he croaked, scrambling to sit up,his hands fumbling with the sheets as if trying to cover the evidence of what he'd just done.”

This isn't-this isn't what it looks like.”

Lena's gaze flickered over to me, her lips curving into a smirk, as if she wasn't at all surprised to see me standing there. As if she'd been waiting for this moment.

“Oh,but it is, isn't it, Ronan?” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Let's not lie to her now. She deserves to know the truth.”

My heart shattered into a million pieces, each fragment slicing through my chest with excruciating pain.

My hands trembled at my sides, and for a moment , I thought I might collapse right there on the floor.

“You… I whispered, my voice barely audible , broken. You're……with her?

Ronan swung his legs off the bed,standing up hastily, but the guilt in his eyes told me everything I needed to know .

He didn't even try to deny it.

“Elara, listen, I can explain-”

“Explain? I interrupted, my voice rising , raw and filled with disbelief.

“Explain what,Ronan? That You've been sleeping with my step sister behind my back? That you've been lying to me this entire time?”

Lena chuckles softly,sitting up in bed, her long dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders.

“Oh, don't be so dramatic, Elara. It's not like you and Ronan were actually going to get married.

That little engagement of yours was a silly joke. He's been mine from the beginning.”

I turned to her, feeling the heat of rage build inside me, the betrayal clawing at my insides like a wild animal. “How could you do this, Lena? You’re my sister.”

Lena tilted her head , amusement twinkling in her eyes. “Stepsister,” she corrected, emphasising the word as if it made all the difference in the world.

“And besides,you always thought you were so much better than me, didn't you?

Always flaunting your little engagement, thinking you had your little perfect life figured out. But guess what? Ronan didn't choose you. He chose me.”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The betrayal stung so deeply, it left me breathless.

I had trusted both of them-Ronan, the man I thought I loved, and Lena, my family, even if she was just my stepsister. And now, they had both stabbed me in the back,together.

Is that true?” I asked Ronan, my voice shaking, my throat tight with the effort to hold back my tears.” Did you choose her over me?”

He hesitated,his eyes darting between me and Lena, his guilt palpable. “Elara,I…I didn't mean for this to happen. It just.. it just did.”

The tears finally spilled down my cheeks, hot and angry, and I wiped them away furiously.

“I loved you,I whispered,the words barely leaving my lips. “ I was ready to fight for us. I came here because I thought you were the only person who could save me. Bit I guess I was wrong.

Ronan took a step towards me,desperation in his voice. “ Elara, please,we can talk about this. Its not what you think. I have never meant to hurt you. I wanted to tell you, but I never knew how to.”

I took a step back, shaking my head. I couldn't believe what he was saying . “What do you mean you wanted to tell me…. Tell me what?

“Oh , that he was done with you and wanted to call off the chappy engagement of yours,” Lena sneered.

My head felt like it was being hammered from all sides. “Is it true? Tell me she's lying,” I whispered, barely able to hear my own voice.

“Elara…I'm really sorry,” he muttered softly,peeling his gaze away from mine.

That was all I needed to hear to know it was really over between us.

He was going to call off our engagement.

“We can still talk about this. I don't want us to end things on a bad note,” he said, stepping closer.

I moved back, not wanting to hear anything else he had to say . I couldn’t stand to be near him. Not now. Not after everything.

“There's nothing to talk about, Ronan. You made your choice. I hope you have a good life with her!” I spat, my voice breaking.

With that , I turned on my heel and walked out of the room, the weight of betrayal pressing down on me like a heavy cloak.

The tears wouldn't stop , no matter how hard I tried. They blurred my vision as I stumbled out of Ronan’s house.

My feet felt heavy,and my heart felt even heavier , like a lead weight dragging me down into a bottomless pit.

I was already dark when I got out and I couldn't help but walk down the street for what felt like forever, just starting at everything around me and trying to catch my breath.

The world around me was still moving, people living their lives,unaware that mine had just shattered into pieces.

I finally raised my arm and flagged down the first cab I saw, my throat tight with the urge to scream or cry maybe both.

The cab pulled up, and I slid into the backseat, feeling the sting of fresh tears brewing.

“Where to, miss?”

I looked up at him and whispered the only address that made sense in my spinning mind: home.

“Stone Villa,” I said, my voice hoarse from too much crying.

The driver glanced at me in the rear view mirror,his eyes soft with pity.

I must have looked a mess. But I didn't care. All I wanted was to dissappear,to find some place where the pain wouldn't reach me.

As the cab pulled away from the curb, I leaned my head against the window, the trickles of tears falling from my eyes.

The drive felt like a blur. Buildings and street lights zipped past, but none of it registered in my consciousness.

My mind kept circling back to Ronan-my fiancée, in bed with many stepsister.It was too much for me to take in.

I had come here thinking Ronan would be my escape, my way out of the nightmare my father was trying to force me into.

I thought if I could just talk to him, if I could just get him to marry me,everything would be okay.

But now , I am more lost than ever.

I thought I had a future ,a plan, and now it was all gone. The man I thought I loved was nothing more than a liar and a cheat.

What was I going to do ? My father had cut off my access to everything-the cars,my freedom, my future-until I agree to marry Tavian Hawthorne.

As we neared the villa, I suddenly realized that I couldn't face anyone. Not yet.

Definitely not my father, and especially not my stepsister after what she had done. I couldn't go back. Not now.

“I've had a change of plans,” I said abruptly, Mt voice cracking as I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand. “Take me to Tosca Bar instead.”

The Tossca Bar was notorious, known as the “Sin City” of Sterlinwood Pack.

The driver glanced back, surprised, but u didn't ask questions.

He simply nodded and made a sharp turn. The moment the can turned away from the direction of home, I felt a small sense of relief.

But then , what was I really going in Tosca Bar?

It was my first time going to a bar and for a split second, I wondered if I had made the right choice.

But I didn't care at all. I would rather be anywhere else at this moment than go back to that hell of a home.

There was no part of this night that I could hold onto without feeling the sharp sting of betrayal.

I needed to drown it all out,and “Sin City” was the only place I could think of.