Chapter 79 They wouldn’t believe me
ANGELICA'S POV
My fingers touched my cheeks, still in disbelief. The pain reminded me that what happened was for real and I wasn't imagining things.
That he indeed called me vicious.
The man who used to call me all the endearing names and boast that he loved me the most, the man that I fell for first, the same man who had been so protective of me that he would choke anyone for even looking at me wrongly, slapped me.
“Ericson?” I asked, more hurt than perplexed.
“Ericson, what are you doing? How could you raise your hand at her? She is your mate. Her emotions are understandable. I am a stranger to her in this house, and I came between you guys. She is finding it hard—” Felicia started to mend things, but all I could see was her pouring salt over my wounds.
“You are not a stranger, sister. And she needs to learn that. How dare she push you even after knowing what you suffered when you were captured?” Ericson asked.
I couldn't believe my ears for a moment. How dare I?
More tears spilled from my eyes, and I sniffed.
“Ericson, what are you saying? Dylan, what has gotten into him? I would never hurt Felicia. You guys know I am not like that. Why would I feel jealous of your sister?” I asked, quickly standing and holding Dylan’s hand even when my head swirled with dizziness.
However, he didn't look happy or concerned about my injuries at all. Even his gaze was plastered on Felicia's hand.
“Exactly, Angelica. Why would you do that?” Dylan asked me, his blue eyes that once held love, looking at me with interrogative curiosity, and it broke my heart even more.
“Dylan, at least you believe me. I didn't push your sister. Please believe me.” I tried to pull him close, but he jerked his hand away as if he was disgusted by me in that moment, and a whimper left my mouth as I stood there.
They didn't care whether I pushed her or not. They weren't willing to even hear my side of the story, my truth.
Whatever Felicia said was the ultimate truth to them.
Their guilt at never being able to protect her all those years ago blinded them to the truth right before them.
They weren't on my side, and maybe they never would be from now on.
I looked at Felicia, who had a concerned expression, too innocent and delicate, and I closed my eyes for a brief second to contain my emotions.
She may have done it because she couldn't approve of me as her brother's mate, and I kind of expected that. I was ready to win her over slowly with my goodwill.
But how was I supposed to fight for us when my own mates didn't trust me? This wasn't the first time they didn't trust me recently, but it was the first time they looked at me as if I were a villain.
“I am sorry,” I whispered to them before I turned to Felicia.
My father never taught me to bow before anyone if it wasn't my fault, but today I did.
I bowed to Felicia and got on my knees before her.
“I apologize for my mistake,” I said, the slight glint of victory in her eyes making me smile.
I stood before turning to the alpha brothers.
“Not because I did something wrong, but because I trusted wrong,” I whispered to them before I walked to the temporary room I was living in.
My gaze went to the phone on the bed, my heart aching terribly as I contemplated whether I should call my mom and ask her if I could live with her for a couple of days.
But then I remembered how my father reacted to Felicia's return and how he warned me not to let my jealousy ruin the relationship and to take it easy on Felicia, which made me stop.
The same loneliness from earlier crashed into my mind and thoughts like a tsunami wave I couldn't protect myself from.
I looked at my battered reflection, the dried blood on the side of my face, and another whimper left my mouth before I covered my mouth with my fist to muffle my sobs, not wanting them to hear it.
Then again, the people who didn't feel anything when they saw me bleeding, would they really care about me crying?
No one was by my side today. I sat on the bed, clutching my chest as the pain became unbearable, the pain in my neck rising even more, and I took a deep breath, gasping for air.
The emotions building inside me turned the bangles on my hand grey with dark energy.
“Aaaa!” I grabbed the pillow and screamed into it, crying.
I am sorry you had to go through this. My inner voice tried to comfort me, but nothing anyone said could make a difference.
I grabbed the leaf in my hand, looking at it closely.
Nothing was working my way. I was failing my training, the alphas wouldn't trust me, my parents wouldn't believe me, and my species? I didn't even know if I would belong and be accepted there either.
I was nothing, not a werewolf, not a witch, just a pathetic human.
“Why won't you burn?” I asked the leaf as if it could talk to me.
Wiping the tears, I placed the leaf beside me, jerking in my place when I smelled something burning.
I turned to my left and saw the leaf burning slowly, my pupils dilating at the sight, and I stood, afraid it would burn the bed.
I patted the leaf repeatedly to extinguish the fire, but no matter how hard I tried, it didn't go out.
“It's time to go,” I heard a voice behind me, and turned to see the Alchemist standing there, his green eyes full of pity and sympathy for me.
All the emotions I had been trying to control so badly spilled out, and I rushed to hug him.
“There, there. I know you are in pain. Don't worry. I am here, Führerin. No one will hurt you anymore.” The man patted my head as a father would, and I cried even harder in his arms, feeling the air around me change, a clear indication he was teleporting us to somewhere else, and maybe that was all I needed in this moment.