Chapter 102 Chapter 102. Who Do You Choose
Zephyr staggered back a step. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, the metallic taste spreading through his mouth. His face turned cold as he roared, “You’re not taking her away!”
Lysander curled his lips into a smirk, his tone deliberately provocative. “But Zoria would rather be with me than with you. Do you know what she said to me last night?” He stared straight at Zephyr and said slowly, “She said I’m much better in bed than you.”
Zephyr’s pupils constricted, a flash of ferocity crossing his face. He lunged at Lysander again, but this time Lysander dodged easily.
Lysander let out a mocking laugh, then pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocked the screen, and shoved it in front of Zephyr’s face. “Take a look.”
Zephyr’s body trembled. His eyes were drawn to the phone screen, and his expression instantly turned panicked.
The photo showed a large black bed. On it, Zoria was wearing a red lace dress, her pale skin striking against the dark sheets. Her lashes were damp, her eyes rimmed red, tears still clinging to her face.
It was Zoria. This side of her was something Zephyr had never seen before.
Her limbs looked slender and fragile, and the pose she held in the photo invited filthy associations. Zephyr’s eyes burned red as he swatted Lysander’s phone away. In the next instant, he bent his knee and slammed it hard into Lysander’s abdomen.
The smile on Lysander’s face froze. He avoided most of the impact, but still got clipped, a sharp, burning pain flaring up in his stomach.
Before Lysander could fully recover, Zephyr charged again. He was so fast that Lysander didn’t have time to react. The next second, he was kicked in the ribs, his body flying like a sandbag and crashing heavily into the side of the car with a loud bang.
Lysander coughed lightly, spitting out a mouthful of blood. They had fought many times before, but Lysander had never once beaten Zephyr. Innate strength—especially that of an Alpha—was truly terrifying, and something he couldn’t help but envy.
Zephyr had put all his strength into that kick. It was clear he had been completely provoked—so much so that he had even harbored the intent to kill Lysander.
Lysander narrowed his eyes and let out a hoarse laugh. “Zephyr, are you regretting it now? Regretting trading Zoria for Faye?”
Zephyr’s gaze was icy cold.
Lysander burst into loud laughter. “Why are you losing your mind at me? Wasn’t it you who personally handed her over to me? Now that you regret it, it’s already too late!”
Zephyr ground his teeth. “This is between you and me. Don’t drag Zoria into it.”
Savage light flashed in Lysander’s eyes. The smile on his face was terrifying. He stared straight into Zephyr’s eyes and lowered his voice. “Zephyr, I’ll give you one more choice. Faye is in the hospital, and Zoria is here. Who do you choose?”
Zephyr narrowed his eyes. “What are you getting at?”
Lysander curled his lips in mockery. “Do you really think I came all this way just to watch you fall apart? Want to try contacting Faye?”
Hatred filled Zephyr’s gaze. He stepped forward and threw a punch, sending Lysander crashing to the ground. This time, Zephyr didn’t give him a chance to crawl back up. He grabbed him by the collar, yanked him upright, and slammed another punch straight into his face.
Zephyr hit hard. Lysander had already suffered internal injuries from Zephyr’s earlier kick, and now, after taking several more blows, his vision spun and his ears rang.
This wasn’t the first time Lysander had seen Zephyr lose his temper, but it was the most terrifying. Zephyr’s usually indifferent eyes were now steeped in malice and killing intent, as if he had turned into a feral wolf.
Lysander forced his eyes open. The corner of his mouth was split, blood streaming from his nose and smearing his face. He let out a soft laugh. “Zephyr, if you kill me, Faye will die.”
Zephyr froze, then slowly loosened his grip. Lysander immediately collapsed back onto the ground, panting as he wiped the blood from his nose.
His voice was hoarse. “Have you thought it through?”
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Zoria held Hamburger in her arms, stroking its head over and over. No matter what was happening outside, she acted as though she neither heard nor saw anything. It wasn’t until Lysander opened the door and walked in that she seemed to come back to herself and looked over.
Lysander’s handsome face was now bruised and battered, covered in injuries. He sat down and tried to smile at Zoria, but the moment he moved the torn corner of his mouth, the pain made his face twitch.
He pulled out a tissue and wiped the blood from his face. “This time, he still chose Faye. Zoria, does that make you feel bad?” Thinking of Zephyr’s face, twisted with rage, Lysander couldn’t help laughing.
Behind her glasses, Zoria’s eyes were hollow, her expression dark. She only answered softly, “Yeah.”
As if noticing Lysander’s probing gaze, Zoria lifted her head and glanced at him. “I’m not hurting. I don’t have any feelings for him anymore.”
She truly no longer loved Zephyr, but no one believed it. Everyone thought she was still trapped in those unnecessary feelings she once had for him.
“I know,” Lysander said, nodding, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Do you know what I said to Zephyr?”
Zoria didn’t answer. Lysander muttered to himself instead. “I told him that he would never win your heart in his entire life. He was in so much pain he nearly lost his mind. His eyes went dead on the spot.”
Remembering that scene, Lysander couldn’t stop himself from laughing. He reveled in the fact that he had stabbed straight into Zephyr’s weakest point. After so many years, he had finally found Zephyr’s true vulnerability and delivered a perfect blow. What pleased him most was watching Zephyr seethe with the urge to kill him, yet be completely powerless to do so.
Zoria said calmly, “Too bad the person he cares about most is still Faye. If you hadn’t let Faye get away, he might have suffered even more.”