CHAPTER 004
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CHAPTER 004
RAYMOND'S POINT OF VIEW
Hate. I experience only hatred whenever I gaze at her.
The endless hatred inside me grows hotter by the second she remains alive. She should not be here. She lacks any right to continue living. She lies there weak and chained before me while her presence mocks all that I have lost.
She pretends to be innocent. Always does. Her big eyes stare at me with fake innocence as if she has never committed any wrongs. She acts as if she bears no responsibility for the destruction of my life. She acts as if she never stole Lisa from my life.
My Lisa. My mate. My love.
The fury that has dwelled within me for the last eleven months threatens to engulf my entire being. I want to break her. Completely. The complete justice I seek includes every bruise she suffers, every scream she hears, and every drop of blood she sheds. She deserves to suffer every moment and every sob because it is the absolute justice she deserves. She deserves worse. Much worse.
She stole everything I had. I will take every single thing she possesses.
I should have seen it sooner. I failed to recognize the dangerous nature of her character. I thought Jarvis was family. Lisa and Jarvis and I spent our childhood years together as a trio. I trusted her. I cared for her. And yet, she betrayed us. The instant Lisa transformed into Luna and became pregnant with my child, Jarvis revealed his true character.
Jealousy. Spite. Poison.
Lisa should be here. She should be pregnant with my future child. We should be ruling together. But no. Because of her.
Jarvis killed my mate through a deliberate act of murder. The infant I carried with Lisa never received his first breath because Jarvis killed her.
I will never grant her forgiveness because of what she did.
The memories of that day haunt me more than they should. The day Lisa died. The memory loops endlessly as if it were a sadistic form of torture. She walked with Jarvis when she left their camp. She departed with a smile on her face while holding her stomach, as she already loved the unborn child. The guards were with them. Everything was fine.
Jarvis came back with blood on her body while her eyes displayed a fake expression of terror.
Lisa's body had vanished.
The guards made an oath that they witnessed Jarvis strike her. The guards watched her murder Lisa right before their eyes. After Lisa's death, the guards who had been observing her vanished, and the Packhouse discovered their bodies in distant locations.
No witnesses. No proof.
I buried an empty coffin.
She refuses to reveal the location where she disposed of Lisa's body. She remains unbreakable despite all my attempts to harm her and force her to reveal secrets. She thinks she is strong. Thinks she can endure anything. But she is wrong. I will force her to reveal the truth through any means necessary.
I do not need to kill her. Not yet. That would be too easy. She will suffer. Every day. Every hour. Every breath.
She took my child away from me so she will give birth to my replacement.
The only reason she remains alive is because of her pregnancy.
She makes me sick, but she will bear my child. The birth of her child will bring her real suffering after she completes the pregnancy.
Her suffering has just begun.
Dr. Valtere walks out of the corridor that leads to Jarvis's chamber. A frown appears on my face as I try to understand what is happening. Why is she here?
Jarvis has endured numerous beatings throughout her life. Throughout all her beatings, she has never required medical attention. She is resilient. Annoyingly so.
Something is wrong.
A dark thought enters my mind. My body reacts with a tightening stomach while my fists squeeze tightly at my sides. Could it be?
Is she pregnant?
The idea sends my breathing into a rapid state. I march toward the room, my steps firm, my heart pounding. The situation will transform completely if she is pregnant with my child.
When I enter the space, I immediately survey the area. The room smells fresh with linen scents. The sheets—clean. Changed.
Lysaa was here.
I know what I am looking at. The pregnancy did not occur because of another physical assault. It is something else.
Something more.
"Alpha," Elza murmurs with a bow, her voice steady, but her hands fidget slightly.
She is hiding something.
I narrow my eyes. "Leave."
She leaves without speaking as she exits through the door after my command.
The room now contains only Jarvis and me.
Her body tightens as I approach her. She is afraid. Good. She should be.
I move forward while keeping my eyes fixed on her face as I examine her. She is too pale. Her hands shake uncontrollably while she stands by his side. Her body stands firm in a defensive position.
I maintain eye contact with her before starting my conversation.
"Are you pregnant?"
A pointed question lingers in the air between us.
She stiffens. Completely. A brief wave of terror appears in her eyes before she manages to compose her expression. But I saw it.
She is hiding something.
I step closer. "Answer me, b***h. Are you carrying my child?"
She stands motionless with her lips slightly open, but no words emerge at first. Then—
"I… I’m not," she whispers.
Liar.
I position myself above her as I push my hands onto the bed's surface. "Do not lie to me."
"I am not!" She gasps while moving away from me. "I swear, I am not pregnant!"
She is too frantic. Too desperate.
I tilt my head. The doctor's presence here makes no sense to you.
Silence.
The wait was a second too long.
Then—
"I couldn’t breathe," she mumbles. "My rib. From the last… the last time."
This is a weak excuse.
My hand strikes her face before I can pull it back. The loud sound of my palm striking her face echoes through the room.
Her head snaps to the side. A red mark blooms instantly.
You lack the ability to bear children, right? I sneer. You have been my tool for months, yet you have never gotten pregnant. The Moon Goddess might be delivering her punishment through you. Maybe you are barren."
She stays quiet.
Too quiet.
I seize her face to make her look at me. "You will give me a child. You will give birth to a replacement for what you stole from me.
She does not move.
The recipient does not react.
A strange sensation begins to twist inside my stomach for the very first time.
I know what I am seeing. It is not submission. It is not fear.
It is emptiness.
My fingers squeeze her chin harder. I growl as I say, "You might not have felt enough of my discipline." You need to understand where you stand.
She flinches. Just barely.
And then—
A voice cuts through my mind.
Raymond, come to my chambers. Now.
My mother.
Damn it.
I push Jarvis onto the mattress before leaving the room. "This is not over," I warn. You will eventually break down through any means.
She does not respond.
I spin around and yank the door wide open.
My thoughts remain fixated on her expression as I rush through the hallway. Not with fear. I am not experiencing pain.
With nothing.
She is hiding something.
I will uncover the truth behind her secret.
I am willing to do whatever it takes.
What secret does she attempt to hide?
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