Irene's revenge

Chapter two

Red clouded my vision as I burst through the door.

There they were. Him, butt naked, his d**k in her, with her ass in the air. They were facing the door. It's why both their hooded eyes immediately collided with mine.

Clara immediately moved to separate from him upon registering my presence. He didn't let her.

I didn't think it was possible, but my heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight.

“Get out.” A scowl appeared on Ethan's face as he thrust into my sister. “Can't you see I'm busy?” he said in between grunts.

Rage filled my mind, and the one thing that kept going through my thoughts was how I had gotten pregnant by the bastard—the man I loved.

“What the f**k is this?” The ice that walked down my spine wasn't from the cold the wet clothes on my skin brought.

“I said get out. It seems you've started to lose your sense of hearing.”

I couldn't take it anymore; I let my rage take over. “What the f**k is this?!” This time, I yelled.

Ethan's eyes hardened while Clara's widened at my outburst. Maybe she thought I would whimper and leave the room like Ethan had ordered.

“You dare raise your voice at me.” It wasn't a question. He halted his thrust as he raised a brow. I had never done that before—raised my voice.

I was always soft-spoken, kind-hearted, willing to always see the good in others despite how badly they treated me. It was why Ethan's good overshadowed his bad in my eyes.

His good didn't let me see how much of an asshole he was. *Find something else.*

My fist clenched harder. “You're the most self-centered prick I've ever met in my life. I was loyal to you, and I find you here?” My eyes drifted to my sister. “Both of you. I can't believe you could do this to me. After everything we've been through together, Clara. I can't believe you could go behind my back and hurt me this way.”

Clara's eyes sharpened, and her expression turned into a sneer. “I couldn't believe you could betray me either. You wanted to risk our chance at a good life because you couldn't bear a few hits to your face. This is me taking matters into my own hands since you're too weak.”

I almost choked out a sob.

Ethan walked to me, leaving Clara on the bed, his d**k a hard rod. As he got closer, his nose twitched. He raised his brow. “You're pregnant.”

Behind him, Clara scoffed. “Of course you are.”

I shook my head, my eyes welling up with tears. “I loved you, Ethan. With all of my heart. I loved you like my life depended on it.”

“And yet, you wanted to leave me.” He moved closer, and I moved backward, the smell of rage booming off him as he backed me into the wall.

My heart pounded in my ears, but this time, it was in fear.

His brown orbs held the same intensity as the thunder outside. “You see, Irene, from the first day I met you, I've always seen you as pathetic, too weak to become my Luna.” Ethan's breath was now on my face as I squirmed into the wall.

“But I took you in because I had no choice. You know, moon madness and all. Still, you couldn't be grateful. Many females would kill to be in your position, to be my Luna. Yet, here you are.” He raised his hand to my neck. “Maybe you need another lesson.”

My skin prickled as his fingers connected with the softness of my skin. I shook my head, the tears finally pouring down my face. My fear heightened.

Behind us, my sister looked on, boredom clouding her features.

“Please, no. Don't do this, Ethan. Please.” I whimpered as his hands clasped my neck tighter. I struggled to breathe while I tried to remove his hand.

Clawing. Scratching. Anything.

As usual, it yielded nothing.

“Don't kill her yet, Ethan. She's my sister.” Clara's resigned voice made him stop squeezing.

Before I could lose the little strength I had, he let me go. I took in heavy breaths as my knees went limp, and I fell to the floor.

Ethan's kick to the side of my stomach sent me flying to the other side of the room, and I crashed into the wall. I screamed as pain resonated through my entire being, like I had been hit by a train.

My wolf whimpered. She was being maltreated by her mate again.

My hands went to where his leg had landed as I doubled over.

“This will teach you to never cross me ever again,” he grunted, stepping closer before his legs connected with my stomach over and over again.

Hot, burning, sharp pains were felt in my ribs. My core.

No. I tried to move away. Not my baby. No.

And with every hit, blood splattered out of my mouth, the bitter taste of copper stronger than ever. “Please,” I whispered in pain. Weak. Not able to protect myself.

Another hit.

Betrayed. Because I loved too much. Because I cared too much.

Another hit.

A crack resonated through the air from one of my rib bones breaking while I curled up on the cold, hard tiles.

Another hit. But this time, on my head, and suddenly, there was darkness.

****

I squinted my eyes as I tried to open them. The sun's light was doing a great job of trying to blind me. A sharp pain shot through my head as I forced my eyes open.

The sky was a stark contrast to the grey clouds when it was raining.

I was glad that nightmare was over. But wait.

My entire body thrummed with pain… I sat up, looking around.

Trimmed lawn. Lawn mower. Hard curb. Earth. Copper.

I had been lying on the f*****g ground, just a few feet behind the mansion, as if I had been discarded. Thrown away like trash. My head pulsed with a terrifying pain, and my throat tightened.

It hadn't been a dream. My hand went to my stomach; the pain was not as intense as earlier. My healing had kicked in.

But was my pup still okay? I needed to get to the healer to find out if I—

The strong stench of copper intensified, and I looked down my body. My dress was stained in my lower region. Deep blood red.

The sob I tried to hold in came back out.

No. He killed my baby. He killed my pup. Tears flowed freely down my already weary eyes. How could he do this? How could he kill his own pup?

My wolf howled in pain at the loss.

Minutes passed, and I sat there, mourning the death of a child I'd never known, mourning the death of a life we could have had together.

My silent sobs quieted when I didn't have any more strength left in me to cry. I stood to my feet; I couldn't let Ethan get away with this.

I staggered away from the mansion, wincing as mild pain coursed through my body. Blood dripped from my nether region as I walked.

I was going to make him pay. I was going to make Clara pay.

The wind blew through my chestnut brown hair, which was matted with blood on my forehead where Ethan had hit me.

The need for revenge pulsed through my bones, my being. My wolf agreed with me.

"Kill him," she seemed to say.

"No. Not now. Not when I was this weak." My pulse raced as my fists tightened at my sides while I limped, the sun a blazing orb in the sky.

I'd be their nightmare. Both of them. It was just a matter of time.