SECRETS
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Freya's POV:
“Are you my brother's new w***e?” She asked with a smirk.
I didn't know if the fact that Duncan had a sister was more shocking than the fact that she looked nothing like him.
There seemed to be no hostile air around her, but I didn't want to conclude so quickly.
She walked towards the chair right next to the bed and sat carelessly, yet elegantly.
She was intimidating to an extent.
I managed to sit up better and stared at her, looking away when she caught my eyes on her.
“You do not seem to be a werewolf,” she muttered as if she was studying an experiment.
Her finger slowly rested on her olive-skinned cheeks as she seemed to be deep in thought.
“Has his taste changed so much since the last time I saw him?”
I shifted on the bed, waiting for her to take her leave, but she seemed so relaxed, and I knew straight up that she wasn't going anywhere.
“I didn't sleep with him,” I said out of nowhere.
I didn't like the impression she had of me even though she didn't matter at all.
A chuckle from her made me spare her a glance. A frown appeared on my face as I tried to figure out what was so funny about my statement.
She stopped and looked at me with a brow raised, then burst out laughing again.
There was something about her attitude that got on my nerves to the extent that I had to remind myself that I was now in a different world.
“But you're going to,” she said with a deadpan look like she was spitting out facts.
Her words hit me in the face and I looked away with a bit of shame. She was right to an extent.
I was sure that if Duncan actually flirted with me, I would easily fall for him even though he has done nothing but treated me badly.
“Stay away from that kid… he's problematic.”
Her eyes were on the door and it seemed like she was deep in thoughts.
She suddenly seemed older than I would have imagined and that made me realise that she was his elder sister.
What exactly was wrong with Duncan that made her give me such a warning? Why did they all have something to hide?... both Duncan and Lucien.
“What d-
The room's door opened and revealed Duncan with the nurse behind him. His face darkened when they fell on his sister.
The tension that suddenly filled the room was enough for me to guess their type of relationship. They definitely hated each other.
“What are you doing here?” he asked as he strode towards us.
This was the second time I saw him this way, and it made me realise that I didn't know much about him.
“Came to greet my lovely elder brother,” she said with a fake smile.
I had guessed wrong. She was his younger sister.
“I'm no brother of yours,” he spat back, his eyes drifting to me for just a second.
I suddenly felt like I had been dropped into a drama that already has about five seasons, and it left me feeling out of place.
“Give her the water and leave,” he instructed the nurse without glancing at him.
The nurse stiffly gave me the water as if he knew what was going on. Of course, he was in this pack, so it wasn't a surprise.
“Follow him,” Duncan ordered, but his sister didn't move a step.
It was as if she was daring him and that made me wonder what exactly caused so much hostility.
“Does father know?”
Her question was straightforward, but it seemed cryptic at the same time. As if Duncan was doing something wrong and only both of them knew.
Duncan clenched his jaw, the subtle anger on his face wavering a bit, as if she suddenly reminded him of something important.
I knew that this wasn't the best time to ask questions, but I couldn't stop myself.
“Does it have to do with me?” My voice was low, but they seemed to have heard my question.
“No.”
“Yes,” Duncan's sister said at the same time.
I knew who to believe.
“Leave here right now, Sophie,” Duncan said impatiently, and his sister seemed to have noticed how serious he was this time.
“Duncan, fath-
“Get the f**k out right now,” Duncan said with a loud growl that made me freeze in fear.
Sophie let out a sigh then walked out of the room, but not before sparing her brother a glance and narrowing her eyes at me.
When I was sure that she was gone, I turned to Duncan with the most serious look I could pull off and asked, “What's happening?”
Duncan stiffened a bit before he turned to me with a guarded look and shook his head.
I knew this too well because Lucien had also done it.
“Dun-
“Please, I can't do this right now,” he cut me off, the rejection hitting me hard in the chest.
“Why? If it has to do with me, then I have every right to-
“Freya,” he cut me off once more, but I wasn't going to let it go.
“This isn't fair to me. First, you sold me ou-
“Go to bed.”
His voice was cold this time, and it seemed like a warning. He stared down at me with a look that dared me to defy him.
I tried to force myself to talk, but it seemed like my vocals knew better. All of a sudden, it felt like I didn't know Duncan and that was when I realised…
I actually do not know Duncan.
“Sleep, okay?” His voice was suddenly soft, as if he was trying to make up for silently threatening me.
He hesitated a bit, looking around as if this wasn't his space before he gave me a nod and walked out.
I stared at him and still didn't look away from the door even long after he had left.
I hated this.
I hated how they easily hid things from me and could get away with it.
But what exactly could I do about it?
From nowhere, Amara’s face appeared in my mind and made me think… what would Amara have done?
I knew the answer pretty well and the best thing was to wait until tomorrow.
With a plan that wasn't foolproof in my head, I went to bed and put everything behind me for now.
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