The lycan queen revenge

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I shut the door behind my back, but it was like I shut the door to frustration, troubles of life and heart ache, and my warm cool dark room made my heart beat gently.

I found peace in staying away from this wicked world, my curvy ass hitting the bed as I processed why Lucas chose to feed me birth control pills.

But I couldn’t find a good answer to those questions popping up in my head. Why would Lucas hurt me in this manner in the first place?

And who is Cindy and where did she get this information about me? Could it be Cynthia? Could it be Lucas? Or maybe Brian?

My head kept processing lots of informations Until a notification popped up on my screen;

‘‘THE QUEEN OF DOUST PACK IS BARREN AND WON’T BE ABLE TO CONTROL HER FATHER’S LINEAGE SO WHO WOULD BE THE NEXT KING?’’

My heart skipped a beat, how dare this Cindy of a girl to upload such information about me? I would make sure I get to the root of this.

I have no options but to get every detail I need from this Cindy, I need a spy or a detective, I thought while still staring at the message on my phone screen, only If they know the reason behind me not giving Lucas a child would they say this about me?

I thought to myself as tears streamed down my eyes and flowed to my cheeks.

But they don’t know anything about me yet, they don’t know that it was Lucas’s fault that I couldn’t have a child, he never wanted me to be the mother of his children.

Now everyone is blaming me, calling me a barren Queen. I buried my face in my palms, but the tears refused to stop.

The sudden sound of footsteps outside my door jolted me upright. Before I could wipe my face, the door creaked open.

Brian what are you doing here?

His tall frame filled the doorway, his gaze was sharp but unreadable and for some moment, he just looked at me.

My messy hair, my red-rimmed eyes, my trembling hands clutching my phone.

“Ava,” his voice was low, almost careful, “I saw the post. The whole pack is talking.”

I clenched my jaw. “So you came to join them? To mock me too?”

His brows furrowed. “No. I came because”

“Because what?” I cut him off, anger exploding out of me. “Because you pity me?

Because you think I need saving again? Or because your little girlfriend told you to check up on me?”

He flinched, just slightly, but I saw it. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” His tone sharpened.

A bitter laugh escaped my throat. “Don’t lie to me, Brian. You’re just like Lucas. Sweet words, empty promises, and then betrayal when it hurts the most.

You men are all the same.” He took a step closer, his jaw tightening. “You’re pushing me away for no reason.”

“No reason?” My voice cracked. “You don’t know what it feels like to be stripped of everything.

My body, my pride, my throne, my fortune and now my name—dragged through the mud like I’m nothing. You don’t know, Brian. You can never know.”

Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.

Brian’s eyes darkened, and for a second, I thought I saw pain flicker there. Real pain. But I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t want to feel anything that would weaken me.

So I spat the words I knew would cut deepest.

“You’re no different from Lucas, and the only difference from the both of you is that Lucas never pretended to care about me.”

The room went cold. His jaw flexed, his fists curling at his sides. For a moment, I thought he’d snap, but he only exhaled slowly, his eyes burning into mine.

“If that’s what you believe, Ava,” he said finally, his voice low and rough, “then maybe you don’t deserve to know the truth.”

He turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed in my chest, louder than thunder.

I wanted to run after him, to take back my words, to scream that I didn’t mean any of it. But pride, my cursed pride nailed me to the bed.

Instead, I curled into myself, the words from the post still flashing in my mind.

THE BARREN QUEEN.

I clenched my fists, tears soaking my pillow. No I wouldn’t let them win, I wouldn’t let Cindy, Cynthia, Lucas, or even Brian break me.

If the world wanted a fight, then I would give them one.

But tonight, in the silence of my room, I broke quietly alone. It was a bitter moment and at some point, I was swallowed with exhaustion.

My tears dried against my cheeks leaving my skin tight and salty. My fists loosened and my body curled deeper into the bed until I drifted into a restless sleep, while still holding onto my phone like a lifeline.

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The next morning, a soft knock woke me up from my dreams that felt like I was drowning in it.

My eyelids were heavy, but the smell of warm bread and honey teased my senses awake.

“Come in,” I muttered, with a hoarse voice.

The door opened and Freya, my ever-loyal maid, stepped inside carrying a silver tray.

Steam escaped from the tea cup, and the sight of the buttery rolls made my stomach growl even though my heart was still heavy.

“You didn’t eat last night,” Freya said gently, setting the tray on my bedside table. “I thought you might need something this morning.”

I managed a small nod. “Thank you so much Freya.” She hesitated for a moment, twisting her fingers together before speaking.

“My Queen… I’ve been worried about you. You can’t fight this battle alone. Maybe… maybe you need an assistant.

Someone who can handle the running around, the information, the things you shouldn’t have to do yourself.”

My brows rose slightly. “An assistant?” Well I couldn’t find any potential one yesterday so I have decided to handle my business and life myself.

I know you couldn’t find any but I have someone I trust. My elder brother, John. He has worked in this city, he knows how to keep secrets.

He is a strong, smart… and most of all, loyal.” I sipped my tea, the warmth seeping into my chest. “Bring him in then,” I simply said.

Her eyes lit up with relief. “I’ll fetch him immediately.”

An hour later, while I was still picking at my breakfast, Freya returned with a tall man in his late twenties.

He had sharp features, dark eyes that scanned the room without flinching, and a calmness that felt steady in the storm I was living through.

“My Queen,” Freya said with a small bow, “this is my brother, John.” He inclined his head respectfully. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

I gestured to the chair across from me. “Sit.” He obeyed, posture straight, hands clasped lightly. “Freya told me you need someone discreet, someone who can act quickly.

I can be that person.” I studied him over the rim of my teacup. “I hope you understand who I am and what you are stepping into?”

“Yes, my Queen,” he said without hesitating. “And I understand discretion better than most.

My work in the city taught me how to navigate politics, handle sensitive information, and protect my employer’s interests.”

His confidence was not cocky, it was measured and Controlled. I leaned back softly, my fingers drumming against the armrest. “Good.

I need someone who won’t just run errands. I plan to take back my father’s company. I want it furnished a new, stripped of the rot Lucas left behind, and staffed with people I can trust.

New employees, new blood, new loyalty.” John’s eyes sharpened with interest. “That’s ambitious, but smart.

You’ll need careful planning, funding, and above all, control of information.” “I know,” I murmured. “And that’s where you come in.

I don’t want a paper-pusher, I want someone who can be my eyes and my ears.”

He nodded once. “I have a contact, a private spy. He’s off the books, doesn’t answer to anyone but me. Besides my younger sister told me you would be needing a spy.

If you want, I can bring him in to dig into this Cindy person, trace the source of her information, and shut it down.

I like you already mr john, you came in prepared I said while sliming at him.

My heart gave a small, dangerous thrill at his words. “Do it,” I said. “I want every detail on her, where she lives. Who she works for and who’s feeding her lies about me.”

John smiled faintly, just enough to show he’d understood. “Consider it done.”

For the first time in days, I felt a flicker of hope beneath the anger. With Freya’s loyalty and John’s skill, the tides could finally start to turn in my favor.

And this time, I wouldn’t break quietly.