I continued my walk toward the back staircase.
He reached me at the foot of the stairs, grabbing my arm—too rough for a simple touch, yet not aggressive enough to be a true threat.
"I asked you to apologise to Lyra." He barked, "You know I don't like it when you don't obey me."
I looked down at him, my eyes red in anger. I just caught this man who called himself my mate, having sex with my stepmom and he had the audacity of showing his authority on me.
“I saw you in my bed, Isaac, with the woman who now occupies the space my mother once held in this pack, and you think I will care what you like or not?" I screamed out.
Just then Lyra emerged from our bed room.
"Please don't fight your mate because of me, Elara. If you don't like me staying here. I'll just move out." She said, standing beside Isaac, her face pitiful.
However, the first thing that I noticed was the red sweater she had worn off her nighty. The sweater was too small to cover her body and was torn off because of forceful wearing.
My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would crack. She was wearing the sweater my mother had gifted me before dying. It was her last gift to her future grandchildren, suitable for ten years old kids.
Blood ran cold to my head watching the woman responsible for my children's death, now ruining the blessings their grandmother had left for them.
This time, I could not stop myself. Anger driven, I rushed to her side and slapped her.
Just one slap was enough to get her on her knees, face swollen as she watched me, stunned.
"How dare you lay your hands over something that belonged to my child!" I spat, my voice shivering with rage.
"I... I was feeling cold. I couldn't find anything else other than... I did not know it was for your child. I really don't," she choked out, pointing her fingers at the suitcase.
"Elara..." Before I could add something, Isaac's voice echoed through the whole house, cold and furious.
His anger finally boiled over, his Beta aura flaring with heat."It was merely a piece of cloth. Just what the hell is wrong with you?"
He rushed to Lyra's side, helped her standing up and said, "She is pregnant. How could you do this to her? I thought you were mature than this."
"Merely a piece of cloth?" I choked. "It was for our first daughter, Isaac."
Of course, you wouldn't care. The man who killed his own children, would not flinch over a sweater who keep the memories of both my mother and daughter.
"Enough..." He spat, "Lyra is hurt. Go bring a herbal lotion and apply it on her cheeks."
I looked down at him, my expression utterly pitiless. "You care so much about her as if she isn't pregnant with my father's child, but yours."
I watched as my words hit him. It stripped his facade off before me. A moment of hesitation flickered through his eyes.
But, he still attempted to appear normal. His voice raising up, "Elara... Are you in your mind what you are saying?"
"My father died four months ago yet she is pregnant with three months old baby bump. Is it too hard to crack whose baby she is carrying?" I smirked.
"Elara..." Lyra choked, her expressions extremely pitiful."I get that you don't want any step siblings. But, please don't defame me like this."
"Your Alpha father wanted a son from me, a heir to the pack. So, he froze his sperm just so that I could get pregnant in future. This is his son, your brother, okay?" She said, trying to appear pitiful.
"Save it, Lyra." I cut her off, "Tell this to the pack members who believe your lies. Because I don't."
With that, I turned to walk past them. But, then Lyra's scream echoed through the whole house. I turned around only to find a scratch on Lyra's stomach.
"Elara, you heartless woman!" Isaac's roared, his beta rage fuming over me. He almost shifted to his wolf, shivering in rage.
I was stunned. I did not know how Lyra got injured but she kept staring at me, and just one glance from her was enough for Isaac to blame me.
"Elara... You have lost four of your babies. How can you still have the heart of trying to kill someone's baby?" She hummed in pain.
"Stop this pathetic act, Lyra." I snapped back. "I don't know how it happened. But, I didn't do it."
Before I could say something more, my eyes frowned as I watched Isaac shifting to his wolf and charged at me.
My subconscious mind immediately wrapped my hands around my belly, protecting my baby with all I could. However, even the thought of an innocent child breathing in my womb could not stop Isaac from his vengeance.
He grabbed my neck and slammed my head against the wall.
"Isaac... Stop, please!" I begged, "You will kill our child."
The world went white, then black, then swam into a sickening, dizzying gray. The impact of my skull against the solid stone wall was like a thunderclap inside my head, instantly shattering my focus.
But, Isaac's chilling response was the one that took all my breath at once.
"If it dies then let it be!" Isaac snarled, his voice a low, guttural growl that vibrated through my body. His eyes, now the fierce, gold-flecked yellow of his fully enraged wolf, bore into mine.
"The child you carry is a miracle you don't deserve after what you've done to Lyra. You wanted to kill her baby, so I’ll take yours!"
