“I swear I didn’t mean to hurt her, please let me just see her”. Ezra hits the closet door continuously after his brothers had locked him there.
“Silas, please!”. He begged again.
“Did you see her arms? She was fucking bleeding but still you didn’t stop!”. Zayn yelled, while Silas just lay in bed, his hand resting on his forehead.
“I-I… I don’t know what came over me. I swear I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what came over me. Zayn you know I would never hurt Lyra, please I just want to see her. You can lock me up anywhere but let me see her for once”.
“You’re not seeing her Ezra, you have been behaving strangely since last week. What the fuck is going on with you? And don’t bother saying anything, you’re sleeping there tonight”.
Silas, who had been laying on the bed, calmly listening to their heated argument finally speaked.
“Ezra has always been the calmest among us, do you think he’s changing because of our coming of age?”. He asked, his voice barely a whisper as he looked at zayn.
Zayn’s expression turned thoughtful, his eyes narrowing as he considered Silas’s words. “You think our coming of age is affecting Ezra’s behaviour?” he asked, his voice low and concerned.
Silas nodded, his eyes still fixed on Ezra, who was still begging to see Lyra. “I do. We’re all changing, Zayn. Our powers are growing stronger, and our emotions are becoming more intense. Maybe Ezra’s losing control because of it.”
Zayn’s face darkened, his jaw clenched in anger. “That’s no excuse for hurting Lyra. She’s innocent, and he could have killed her.”
“Don’t be dramatic and…”. Silas paused, getting up as he sat down straight. “Ezra… there’s this dark aura coming out of him when we saw him in Lyra’s room”.
Zayn rolled his eyes, exclaiming tiredly. “Please don’t start, I already have enough headaches from you two. What fucking dark aura are you talking about again? First it was Ezra, saying your eyes… whatever I’m going to sleep now”.
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**THE NEXT MORNING**
“Lyra”. Ezra called for the fourth time, gently resting against her door.
“Please open the door, I’m sorry”. He pleaded again.
“Baby, please”.
Ezra’s voice was laced with desperation, his hands clenched into fists as he leaned against the door. “Lyra, please. Just talk to me. I know I hurt you, but I need to make it right. Please, baby, just open the door.”
But there was only silence from the other side of the door.
“Please, baby. I’m really sorry, you can choose anyway to punish me but not like this. Please let me see you”.
“A whore isn’t worthy of seeing an alpha”. Lyra finally responded, still not opening the door.
“Fuck”. Ezra cursed, gripping his hair tightly.
“I swear I didn’t mean that, please. I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry please don’t take it to heart”.
“Why would I? Afterall you’re my alpha, you of all people have the right to call me whatever names you see fit me, isn’t that right, soon to be alpha Ezra?”. She asked, her voice emotionless.
“Come on, baby. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. At least open the door”.
“Yes alpha”. Lyra responded, the door creaked open, and Lyra stood before him, her eyes cold and distant.
“Come on Lyra, don’t be like this. I said “I’m sorry”. He pleaded frustratedly.
“Lyra, please,” he whispered, taking a step closer. “I know I hurt you, but I promise to make it right. I’ll do anything.”
Lyra’s gaze didn’t waver, her voice flat. “Anything, alpha?”
Ezra nodded eagerly. “Yes, anything. Just forgive me and let’s move past this.”
Lyra’s smile was a thin, mirthless line. “Very well, alpha. I forgive you.”
Ezra’s face lit up with relief, but Lyra’s next words dashed his hopes.
“But don’t think for a moment that this means I’ll forget what you called me. You’ve made it clear how you see me, and I’ll not soon forget it.”
“Lyra…”.
“Can you please stop? You’re really making me feel uncomfortable”. She said, staring directly into his eyes.
Ezra was about to speak when zayn walked up to them.
“You should really know when to stop brother, let go”, he murmured, pulling Ezra away.
Lyra signed tirelessly, walking back into her room, locking the door behind her, she walked towards her mirror, staring at her reflection.
“What are you?”. She murmured, slowly lifting her hand up to touch her reflection as she stared at herself in amusement.