Chapter 2 A Sister's Betrayal
~LYRA~
"Long time, no see, Lyra." Reid's voice is deep and rough, vibrating through his chest like honey on steel.
Instead of answering, my gaze drifts over him before I can stop myself. His black hair is slightly tousled, his jawline sharper than I remember, his frame broader. He’s older now. More handsome. And more dangerous too.
There’s a faint scar running across his left brow. I cannot recall seeing a scar on his face five years ago. Where did that come from? A fight?
“Your father told me you’d show me in.” His voice snaps me back. I blink, and force a nod.
“Y-yeah.” I mentally slap myself.
Pull it together, Lyra.
“Come in,” I say, turning toward the door.
But he doesn’t move.
“Actually, I’d appreciate it if you showed me to the university first.”
I turn back. His tone is calm and polite, but his face is emotionless and unreadable as always. He emits a kind of dark, powerful aura that easily intimates anyone.
Still, I nod.
If he’s going there anyway, at least I’ll get a ride. I don’t love the idea of climbing onto that death machine, but I’m late and desperate. Besides, this will be the first and last time I ride anywhere with him.
Then, an idea suddenly sparks in my head like a lightbulb’s just turned on.
“Um…” I say slowly, meeting his gaze. “Can you drop me off to check on my boyfriend on the way?”
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By the time Reid’s bike screeches to a stop in front of Dean’s residence, my head is spinning and my lungs are begging for air.
I’m never, ever riding this bike again.
“Thanks,” I say breathlessly, slipping off the bike. My legs wobble a little, but I steady myself.
I unstrap the helmet and hand it back to him, refusing to meet his eyes. I still can’t believe I’ve just ridden pressed against the same man who once tore my heart out in front of hundreds.
But like they say: desperate times, desperate measures.
“The university is just ten minutes away,” I say, pointing down the road. “Just drive straight, take the next turn on your left—”
“You’re supposed to show me there yourself.”
My eyes snap up to him. His expression is blank, tone flat, but that silent authority in his voice makes my blood boil.
“Well, Alpha,” I say mockingly, “I’m here to see my boyfriend, and he’ll be the one to drive me to the university. So I’d advise you—”
“I’ll wait.” He cuts in again. Then, he leans against his bike, pulls out his phone, and starts scrolling through it without another glance at me.
I scoff in disbelief. How arrogant!
“Suit yourself,” I mutter under my breath, spinning on my heel. I march toward the door, punching in the passcode to Dean’s apartment. The lock clicks open at once.
Dean might be the Alpha’s son, but he prefers living on his own in this mansion-sized apartment.
The door swings open and I hurry inside.
The TV is turned on in the living room, and there’s a plate of half-eaten breakfast sitting on the couch. My frown deepens. He’s home.
So why the hell didn’t he pick up?
I quicken my steps up the stairs. Sometimes, I wish I had the freedom Dean and Roxanna enjoy: skipping classes without consequence. But I can’t.
When you’re wolfless and mocked by your own kind, the only way to matter is to be useful. My grades and discipline are all I have to prove that I’m not worthless.
I reach Dean’s room and grip the doorknob.
That’s when I hear it.
A sound that freezes every nerve in my body.
Carefully, I press my ear to the wood even though I already know so well what that sound is. I’ve heard it too many times from this door, to memorize it.
A breathless moan muffles through the door. “Ah—fuck—yes.”
My stomach drops. It’s Dean’s voice.
His moans don’t stop. They grow rougher and deeper, like a man drunk on pleasure. Each sound stabs my heart painfully. I can hear the wet slap of skin against skin, and the soft female gasp that follows.
My fingers clutch the doorknob, trembling as tears burn behind my eyelids. My heart feels like it’s splintering all over again.
I don’t understand why it still hurts this much. I’ve heard him with other girls, more than once. I should feel numb by now. I should be used to it. But somehow, it still rips me apart every time.
With shaky fingers and an uneven breath, I let go of the knob. I shouldn’t open that door. I never have before. Seeing that scene would break me completely.
I step back quietly, ready to turn and leave, when a new voice seeps through the door.
The female’s voice.
“Fuck, Dean…” she moans, breathless. “I didn’t know you were this big.”
My entire body freezes, air leaving my lungs. My knees almost buckle, and I press myself against the wall to keep from collapsing.
No, it can’t be—
“I’ve always imagined how good you’ll feel buried this deep inside me. Never thought you’d feel this fucking good.” She speaks again, her voice dripping with pleasure.
“Roxanna?” I whisper, my voice breaking.
No way. My sister would never betray me like this.
But the voice is clear and eerily familiar. Mocking too.
“You should be lucky you get to have a taste of me,” she laughs breathlessly. “Lyra’s pussy could never taste this good.”
A single tear slips down my cheek. My head shakes on its own, refusing the truth even as it burns in my ears. I want to run, and scream. But I can’t move. My body is frozen, trapped between disbelief and heartbreak.
Some part of me needs to see. I need proof. I want to be wrong. Roxanna will never do this to me.
My knees wobble as I reach for the door again. Slowly, quietly, I turn the knob and push it open.
The heavy, musky smell of sex hits me first. Followed by the sight that breaks me.
Roxanna is bent over Dean’s desk, her legs spread wide while he drives into her from behind. Both of them are completely naked. His hands are gripping her hips hard, their moans breathless.
“Mmm—you taste so fucking good, Ro.” He grunts, his balls dangling between his legs as he pumps into her hard, and fast. “So tight and wet for me. I should’ve picked you over that lame sister of yours. Oh, fuck–”
I feel the ground disappear beneath me, and I stumble forward, crashing my butt to the floor before I can hold myself back.