How would Zoe manage to stay with my brother without Debra and Calebâs support after the Thorn Edge Pack was overthrown?
Well, she was just a clown!
Flashback:
That day, I stealthily approached the scene and witnessed Debra and the others departing.
Back at home, I was alone in my room, feeling depressed.
I had overheard their conversation before they left.
It was decided that once the sky was mended, Harlan would be with Zoe.
The idea of my beloved brother being with another woman, having an intimate moment with her, stirred up jealousy in my heart that I couldnât shake.
Why?
I had been by my brotherâs side for so long, and I was the one who truly cared for him.
Why did Zoe, that bitch, deserve to take my place?
In frustration, I threw objects around my room and lost my temper.
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I hoped my brother would notice my distress and come to comfort me as he usually did, but to my shock, this time, the brother who had always been so attentive didnât appear.
He seemed to have forgotten about me.
Staring at the empty room, I clenched my fists in anger.
My brother couldnât possibly be that busy every day.
He was avoiding me deliberately.
Maybe it was that woman, Zoe, whispering things to sway him during their pillow talk.
I felt the urge to throw a fit and make my brother realize his errors, to show him who he should truly care about.
But then, the thought hit me: once the rift was fixed, Zoe might take my brother away.
I realized that in the future, I might not be the only one in my brotherâs life, and that made it impossible for me to calm down.
I knew I had to act.
I dressed carefully and had a servant pick out my finest dress.
Then I applied innocent, charming makeup and headed out to see my brother by myself in a wheelchair.
I was convinced that he hadnât recognized my worth, just momentarily confused.
I was determined to bring him back to his senses.
Stepping out of my room, I surveyed the silent hallway.
Knowing my brother was often busy, I didnât head to his bedroom but to his study first.
Reaching the study door, I noticed it was slightly open.
He was probably inside, so just as I was about to push the door and enter, I heard his voice.
âThree days later?â He was on the phone, sounding puzzled.
âWhy has the schedule to repair the rift been changed? Werenât the Alphas told it would be seven days later?â
I couldnât hear the response from the other end, but he suppressed his curiosity and doubt and nodded.
âOkay, I understand.
Donât worry, I wonât tell anyone.
Iâll make sure my men are ready to protect the Thorn Edge Pack as planned, to ensure nothing goes wrong.
â
Their conversation shifted, and when Zoeâs name came up, his tone softened, filled with evident joy.
I clenched my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms.
I couldnât stand to let Zoe live any longer.