Chapter 100 Chapter 100. The Wounds Revealed
It felt as if an invisible hand had clenched Zephyr’s stomach. From this close, he could smell her—cigarettes, alcohol, and the unmistakable scent of another male’s breath.
The taut string in his head, stretched for more than ten hours, finally snapped. By the time he came back to himself, he had already yanked up Zoria’s dress. Under the light, blotches of blood spread cruelly before his eyes.
It was as if a knife had plunged straight into his heart, the pain making him tremble. A dark red haze flooded his vision, twisting his expression into something terrifying.
"He slept with you, didn’t he?"
When Zephyr lifted her dress, Zoria barely reacted. She followed his gaze to the wounds on her body.
She gave a soft chuckle. "What do you think?"
Zoria looked at Zephyr. His eyes were filled with pain, along with a kind of desperation that had nowhere to go.
Zoria froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. There was no light left in her eyes, yet her smile was so brilliant it was almost blinding. In a way, she looked uncannily like Lysander.
A flicker of ferocity crossed Zephyr’s face.
Zoria sneered. “Zephyr, why are you playing the pitiful act? Don’t forget, you were the one who traded me away.”
With that, she shoved him aside, brushed past him, and headed up to the second floor.
Zephyr stared hard at her retreating back, his fist clenched so tightly that the wound on the back of his hand split open again, beads of vivid red blood seeping out.
Had Lysander really touched Zoria? Zephyr knew Lysander too well. He was obsessed with cleanliness, picky to an extreme, and would only touch what he allowed himself to touch. That was exactly why Zephyr had agreed to send Zoria to him. He had thought, at worst, she would only suffer a few superficial injuries. He had been confident in his judgment. But the moment he saw Zoria covered in wounds, he completely lost control.
In the second-floor bedroom, Zoria was alone, quietly packing her things. Swimwear, a change of clothes, shoes, socks… She took only a few daily necessities and stuffed them into a small suitcase. Hamburger, as if sensing her distress, lay silently to one side, watching her intently.
Once she was done packing, she pulled the dog leash out from under the bed and clipped it onto Hamburger. Zephyr was still standing in the doorway. When he saw Zoria dragging the suitcase toward the exit, he finally snapped. He lunged forward, grabbed her wrist, and slammed her between his chest and the wall.
Zoria lifted her head and met his blood-red eyes. The dark emotions churning inside him made him look utterly unhinged. She immediately looked away, the corner of her lips lifting into a mocking, sarcastic smile.
Zephyr’s gaze darkened. He bent down and kissed her, so rough it made her lips burn with pain. The more she resisted, even slightly, the harder he sucked at her mouth.
His tongue went numb. The sickly-sweet taste of blood spread through his mouth, yet Zephyr still wouldn’t let go. Gradually, Zoria went numb as well, indifferently letting him trample over her lips, as if none of it had anything to do with her anymore.
Zoria felt nauseated. Everything about it disgusted her. She closed her eyes, feeling the hand gripping her waist tremble slightly. She couldn’t understand what he was even angry about.
“Zoria…” He still called her name with that intimate tone. She opened her eyes, ignoring the pain in his gaze.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
Her lips curved into a faint smile, cold to the bone. “Even if I struggle, it won’t make any difference to you. If you want to fuck me, then hurry up and do it. Don’t waste my time. But I suggest you use protection first. If I end up pregnant, I’ll just get another abortion.”
His heart clenched in sharp waves of pain. The ache spread from deep in his chest through his entire body, until even his fingertips trembled. Zephyr tightened his grip on her wrist and flung her onto the bed. The suitcase crashed to the floor with a loud bang.
Zephyr pinned her down, his eyes locked onto the burn on her chest. The patch of skin was charred, swollen and red around the edges, pus and blood seeping out, looking like a festering, rotten scar.
“What happened to this?” Zephyr’s voice shook.
The burn, which had almost healed, began to throb dully again, as if a brand of fire had been pressed into it, dragging her heart into the flames as well.
“He put a cigarette butt out on it.” Zoria spoke as if it were nothing, but just recalling the scene made her body shudder uncontrollably.
Zephyr’s pupils shrank. “Did it hurt?”
Zoria looked at him and sneered. “It didn’t hurt. This little injury of mine was just entertainment.”
Then she continued slowly, her voice turning even colder. “Comparing your skills in bed with Lysander’s, I think Lysander is better than you.”
Zephyr frowned. “Zoria, are you deliberately trying to provoke me?”
Zoria let out a cold laugh. “Are you even worth it?”
Zephyr fell silent and withdrew from her.
Zoria rolled off the bed. “Not going to fuck me anymore?”
“I’m going to get medicine for your burn.”
“No need.” She hated Zephyr’s hypocritical pretense of concern.
With one hand holding Hamburger’s leash and the other pulling her suitcase, Zoria headed out.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Zephyr raised his arm to block her. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Zephyr, we’ve already terminated the bond. I’ve submitted the contract to the Lycan court. We don’t have any relationship anymore.”
"Since you’ve got nowhere to stay right now, just stay with me."
Zephyr had already severed the bond with her, so why wouldn’t he let her go?
"Do you know who brought me home today?" Zoria pulled her wrist free from his hand. Seeing the change flicker across Zephyr’s face, she felt oddly amused and curled her lips in a careless smile. "It was Lysander. He’s still waiting for me downstairs."
She lowered her head, calmly straightened the hem of her clothes, then shoved Zephyr aside and went downstairs.
Downstairs, the servant saw her carrying her luggage and greeted her at once. "Ms. Zoria, you haven’t had breakfast yet, have you? I made all your favorite dishes today."