Chapter 77 Chapter 77. Jealous Alpha, Brutal Night
A cold wind blew past, making Zoria shiver. Noticing her pale face, Lysander took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.
His voice lowered. "Dress warmer next time. The weather’s been unpredictable lately."
Zoria was about to refuse when an angry shout rang out behind her. "Zoria!"
Her body trembled instinctively. As she turned around, she saw Zephyr storming out of the car. He slammed the door shut with a loud bang, drawing glances from passersby.
Zoria’s breath caught. Lysander raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he assessed Zephyr coolly.
The moment Zephyr saw Lysander standing beside Zoria, the fury inside him exploded like a detonated charge.
He strode over and grabbed Zoria’s ice-cold hand. When he noticed the coat on her shoulders, he yanked it off violently and threw it to the ground, then seized Lysander by the collar, narrowing his eyes as he snarled, "Stay away from her!"
Lysander showed no fear. His deep eyes held a faint smile. "Why are you in such a rush? I didn’t touch her."
"It’d better stay that way. If you dare lay a hand on her, I’ll make sure you die painfully."
Lysander gave a faint laugh and calmly straightened his clothes. "Then you should keep a closer eye on her." He stepped back, flashing Zoria a suggestive smile. "Zoria, we should have dinner together again sometime. Maybe catch a movie."
Zephyr’s grip tightened as he watched Lysander walk away, his eyes bloodshot. Then he turned to Zoria. Her face had gone completely white.
His voice was icy. "Dinner together? A movie together? Didn’t you say you were alone?"
His hand crushed her wrist as if he meant to grind the bones to dust. Zoria broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.
"I’ll deal with you properly when we get home!"
He shoved Zoria into the car roughly. If they hadn’t been by the roadside, he would have dragged her out and punished her on the spot.
Her head slammed hard against the car door. Before she could even recover, the car sped off. Clutching her head, she glanced at Zephyr’s livid face. She knew he was beyond furious—and she knew that once they got home, he would make her suffer badly.
The moment they stepped inside, Zephyr dragged Zoria into the bathroom, slammed her against the wall, and glared down at her from above, fury blazing in his eyes. “You were gone for barely a moment and you already went out to seduce another male?”
“Zephyr, there’s nothing between him and me.” Zoria tried to keep her voice steady.
“If you really did anything with him, I’ll cut off your hands.” Zephyr’s voice was ice-cold.
The sheer violence of his reaction stunned Zoria. Zephyr had lost his temper with her before, but never like this. Vaguely, she sensed that the reason was probably Lysander. Just who was he, really, and what kind of relationship did he have with Zephyr?
Seeing her dazed expression only made Zephyr angrier. The moment he thought about her watching movies with Lysander, eating with him, maybe even doing other things, the rage in his chest surged uncontrollably, making his whole body tremble.
He had known Lysander for nine years and understood all too well how cunning and manipulative he was. There had never been a prey Lysander couldn’t lure in. For an innocent Omega like Zoria, it would be all too easy for her to fall straight into his trap.
Just imagining that scene made Zephyr want to tear Zoria apart. He ground his teeth and grabbed her chin, as if he meant to crush it.
“I don’t even know him…” Zoria’s face had gone deathly pale, her explanation only making things worse.
“You don’t know him, yet you went out to eat with him? You even ignored my calls? Were you afraid I’d interrupt you two? If I hadn’t called again, would you have already booked a hotel room together?”
Zephyr’s words grew more and more vicious. Zoria’s face drained of color. She had just lifted her hand when Zephyr caught her wrist and pinned it above her head.
“You hit me because of him?”
Zoria let out a mocking laugh. “If I want to hit you, I’ll hit you. Do I need a reason?”
Zephyr vented all his rage onto her body. Each brutal thrust of his hips felt as though he wanted to destroy her completely. He only wanted her to remember this lesson—clearly and painfully.
He leaned close to her ear, his voice low and heavy. “Zoria, beg me. As long as you beg me and make me happy, I’ll let you go.”
Zoria sneered, her voice hoarse. “I beg you—I beg you to go die. Stop trampling all over me, will you?”
“Zoria, do you know what your greatest advantage is right now?”
The pain left her without the strength to answer.
Zephyr said in a deep voice, “It’s that you’re still clean.”
Zoria let out a cold, faint laugh. She didn’t think that was anything worth calling an advantage. She raised her hand and shoved Zephyr away, bracing herself against the icy wall as she staggered out of the bathroom.
At the doorway, her body swayed and she nearly fell. Zephyr frowned and reached out to grab her arm.
Zoria stiffened instantly. “Let go of me.” Her voice was raspy, barely audible.
She still dared to snap at him? Zephyr lowered his voice, cold and dangerous. “Zoria, it seems you still haven’t remembered the lesson I taught you.”
“No, I remember it very clearly.” Zoria turned her head and stared straight at him, her eyes brimming with hatred. “Zephyr, you keep rewriting my understanding of you, over and over again, until I finally realize just how stupid it was for me to bond with you.”
Her eyes were bloodshot, as if they were bleeding. “Do you know how much I hate you right now? I hate you so much I want to drive a knife straight into your chest and send you to hell!”