Deal with her
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Seraphina,
“The wound isn’t deep. It will heal soon. Please apply the ointment on the wounds twice,” the Pack’s healer said as she carefully patched up the wound, her hands steady while she secured the bandage over my forehead. She then gently applied the healing ointment across the injured skin.
“Will it leave a scar?” Irene, my personal maid, asked with a worried expression, leaning slightly forward as if she could inspect the damage herself.
“No. The injury is minor. Lady Seraphina’s wolf is strong. It will heal faster than normal. So don’t worry about it,” the healer replied calmly, as if the matter was already beneath concern.
I clenched my jaw so tightly that it ached. This was the first time someone had dared to treat me like this. A stranger’s hand. A stranger’s attack. I should have just killed that b***h the moment she showed even a hint of defiance, when she was still acting weak and insignificant.
How dare she. How dare she humiliate me like this?
The thought kept circling in my mind like poison, tightening with every breath. My chest rose and fell unevenly, not from pain alone, but from humiliation I had never been forced to taste so directly before.
“Seraphina!”
Dad’s voice came sharply just as he entered my room abruptly. The door didn’t even have time to settle before his presence filled the space. His expression was carved with genuine concern, but underneath it, a quiet, controlled rage burned. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had already been holding back violence before stepping inside.
“What happened to you? Barbara called me earlier!”
He paused when his gaze landed fully on me, noticing the bandage wrapped across my forehead. His eyes darkened instantly, the concern twisting into something far colder.
“Who did it to you?”
I pressed my lips together, my fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket until my knuckles whitened. My silence wasn’t hesitation. It was calculation. If he learned that woman did this to me, he would not just be angry for me… he would turn that anger into something uncontrollable. And I didn’t want that chaos aimed in the wrong direction yet.
“It’s that b***h, Sir,” Irene immediately chimed in, her voice cold and sharp, as if she had been waiting for permission to speak. “Marianne. She hit my Lady!”
Dad’s eyes widened in disbelief. For a moment, it looked as if he refused to accept what he was hearing. Then he removed his robe with a slow, controlled motion, as if preparing himself for a confrontation, and ordered the healer to give us space.
“That mere woman did that to you?” my father’s voice was sharp like a blade when he looked back at me, disdain flickering beneath his shock. “Didn’t you say you had controlled her?”
I looked away immediately, humiliation and rage mixing in my chest until it felt suffocating.
“It’s not just that, Sir,” Irene continued without pause. “She even took over the Luna’s chamber. She is bullying my Lady!”
Irene!
I wanted to slap her right there and silence her permanently, but I restrained myself with effort. She was assigned by Dad. Everything she said here went straight to him. I had no room to expose weakness in front of her.
Dad looked at me as though the situation itself was ridiculous. “Is it true?”
My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Slowly, I lowered my head and nodded.
“How pathetic!” he snapped immediately, his voice rising. “Now she is taking over your duties? Did Alpha accept it?”
“He hasn’t even checked on her,” Irene replied again, faster this time. “When I went to inform him, he said it was up to Lady Seraphina how she wants to handle her.”
My father’s expression hardened further, the lines on his face sharpening with irritation. “So he has already given you the right to do whatever you want. Why are you acting like a pathetic person, crying and lying in bed?”
“But… she took over the Luna’s chamber—”
“Then reclaim it!” he snarled, cutting me off instantly. “What the hell are you doing? I didn’t raise you to be bullied by another woman!”
The words snapped something inside me.
“Then why did you allow him to marry another woman?” I finally exploded, my voice breaking but carrying all the fury I had been swallowing. “If you didn’t let him, do you think I would have been humiliated by that b***h?” Tears slipped down my chin without permission, burning hot against my skin. “Why didn’t you object?”
My voice rose higher, shaking now, every ounce of restraint collapsing. My entire body trembled with rage and disappointment. I had been by his side forever, bound to expectations, loyalty, obedience. And yet, the people I trusted most had allowed this to happen. They had let another woman be placed above me.
My father didn’t respond. Not immediately. Instead, he calmly reached for his robe and put it on again, as if my outburst hadn’t shaken him at all.
“Handle her personally,” he said coldly, adjusting the fabric over his shoulders. “Make sure she can’t claim anything else. She is here as a puppet, not to be the owner.”
Puppet.
That word struck something familiar inside me. That was exactly what they had told me before forcing him to marry her. A tool. A distraction. A controllable piece in a larger game.
But why? What kind of puppet required this much attention… this much interference?
Still, I had no interest left in playing games anymore.
She had humiliated me. She had thrown the exact words I hated back into my face. And she had taken the one place I held closest to my heart.
I was the real Luna. She was nothing but a scapegoat.
“Fix the mess. Don’t turn into an incompetent. Xavier keeps you around because you are useful. If someone else becomes more useful than you, he won’t even glance at you for a second!”
His brutal truth sank into my chest like a blade, deep and unrelenting. Because it was the truth I had always known but refused to acknowledge fully. Xavier was not a man of loyalty or sentiment. He was calculation, power, and detachment.
And still… I stayed. I stayed because power was here. Because control was here. Because this position was everything women like her could never reach.
I wouldn’t let an outsider take what was mine.
“Irene.”
She immediately stepped forward, her expression tense. “Yes, my Lady.”
“Call Alex for me,” I said slowly, my voice dropping into something colder, sharper. “I have to teach that b***h a lesson.”
She nodded instantly and excused herself without another word.
Just then, Darla walked in carrying a bucket of warm water. Her steps were careful, hesitant, as if she already knew she was stepping into a storm. She placed the bucket down quietly, her face conflicted as she looked at me.
My brows knitted sharply. I had sent her to watch what was happening outside.
“Why are you back? Aren’t you supposed to be with Barbara?”
She hesitated, then answered carefully, “Even Barbara couldn’t make the Alpha do anything about her or the room. He said to watch what she does with the Luna’s duties… and if she makes a mistake, then he will act.”
My gaze sharpened instantly.
“He is letting her claim my room?”
Darla nodded slowly, disappointment written clearly across her face.
A wave of anger washed over me so violently it almost drowned out everything else. My nails dug into the fabric beneath me. Despite knowing everything… despite Barbara being attacked… he was still letting her move freely?
Why?
Did he change his mind? Or worse… was he interested in her now?
How dare he.
I already knew he was never a faithful man. A womanizer. Someone who never belonged to anyone completely. But I had ensured no one could step into my space, my position, my world.
But now…
He was allowing her to touch it. To disturb it. To challenge me.
Xavier…
Don’t make me angry.
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