“I met someone, he looks after me” She said looking at me hopefully like I could just forget the past and let her in my life again.
“Good, that means you don’t need me” I tell her before turning my back on her. I mind link my Beta and tell him to get her off Pack land. She had caused enough damage already. My mate forever stuck in a padded room because I could no longer trust her around my pack after what she did. Darian said we shouldn’t trust my mother, he said that Layla wouldn’t just attack her for no reason, my mother was many things, had done unspeakable things, yet she had no reason to lie about Lily. She didn’t know her, didn’t know she was my Luna. So, her lying didn’t make sense.
Darian and Aria pleaded with me to listen, that it was out of character for her to do those things. Yet I could also see the doubt of her own words as she spoke them. Aria truly didn’t know what Layla and Lily were capable of because no one knew what the mutated genes did to her. What the effect they had on her was. How could we when we weren’t even sure what she was anymore. Aria left promising to get answers but until then I have no choice but to keep her locked up.
I feel terrible that she missed her own father’s funeral, that she didn’t get to reconcile with Aria. I felt terrible for Ryker as Aria hauled him away kicking and screaming for his aunty. But it doesn’t undo what she did.
But I couldn’t take that risk, not after what she did downstairs, not after what she did to Aria. If she would attack her own family, how could I trust her not to attack my pack? And the fact that she was able to resist Aria’s Lycan voice and my own Alpha voice had left me with more questions. What was she? I knew she was a wolf, but wolves don’t drain people of their blood, they recognise their own pack, yet she killed three of my warriors already. I won’t let her hurt anymore people. I won’t let her kill for pleasure. I loved her but love isn’t enough when you’re an Alpha.
Lily POV
I was stuck in this paralysed state; I don’t know how long I was out for, but I remember waking to Layla calling my name. Her voice ringing loudly in my head and I could feel a terrible headache coming on from whatever Damien gave me.
“Lily, you need to wake up. I can’t shift, you need to do something, anything. Please wake up” I groan, forcing my eyes open.
“I’m awake, what?” I tell her, feeling defeated as the events of the night rushed to me. Damien’s last words replaying over and over in my head. I heard the door, and I rolled my head to the side, too weak to sit up. Damien walks in and I see him walk over to me before Natalia drags a chair in and places it beside the bed.
Damien sits in the chair and brushes my hair out of my face. I can smell soup and he is a little blurry, but it is definitely Damien. I turn my head away, not being able to stand looking at him.
“Thank you, Natalia you may leave,” He tells her, and I hear the door click shut. I try to roll away from him, but my limbs are too heavy, and I feel like I am being weighed down by weights.
“Look at me!” Damien demands. I ignore him and I feel Layla growl at his tone, like we are beneath him. Feel tears brim in my eyes at hearing the venom in his words. I feel his hands on my face as he turns my head, making me look at him. He sighs before rubbing my cheek with his thumb, and for once I hate the feel of the sparks as they rush over my skin at his touch. Hate the way he looks at me with that pained expression. He has no right to feel that way when this is his doing, he did this to me and he is acting like I did him wrong, like I betrayed him.
“You need to eat” He says lifting a spoon to my lips but I press my lips together refusing. My stomach growled at the smell of the chicken soup, I was starving absolutely ravenous but I would rather starve to death then rot in this room.
“Please Lily, you need to eat,” He says, bringing the spoon to my lips. When I refuse, he growls before hitting the side of the bed angrily.
“Why do you have to be so difficult, I am trying to help you?”
“By locking me away?” I scoff, averting my eyes away from him.
“You killed three of my men and attacked my mother. What else was I supposed to do?” He says. Mother? His mother is dead? I know I have never met his mother, so how could I or Layla have tried to hurt her.
” Do you know who he is talking about?” I ask Layla, but she is just as dumbfounded as I am.
“Your mother is dead, I couldn’t have hurt her” I tell him.
“No, I banished her. I can’t believe you are seriously going to deny what you did, I caught you standing over their bodies. I know what I saw,” He retorted.
I try to lift my head when I realise something is around my neck; I thrash with my arms, trying to get free, the thing around my neck suddenly making me feel claustrophobic. Trying to grip it with my fingers but I can’t reach. Damien just watches with a blank expression, like he isn’t watching his mate struggle.
“You’re only going to hurt yourself, Lily. Stop” I ignore him and he stands up and reaches in his back pocket before pulling another syringe out and popping the cap off with his teeth. I stop thrashing, not wanting to be injected with whatever it is he has in the syringe.