Chapter 87 Chapter 87. Lysander Returns for Faye
“I’m coming!” Faye called back, still massaging her temples.
Could it be that Michael had come back again? Just as Faye was about to open the door, the lock clicked and unlocked by itself. Before she could react, a tall figure had already ducked into the room, smiling as he casually slammed the door shut behind him.
Bang!
Faye stared at the male in front of her in disbelief. Her face instantly went pale. She stepped back, but her heel caught on the edge of the bed, and she fell backward onto the mattress. As if terrified to the extreme, Faye trembled violently, curling herself up and trying to hide under the covers.
The male chuckled softly, his gaze savoring her like prey. “You jumped into bed the moment you saw me? Faye, are you really that desperate?”
“Y-you… why are you here?” Faye pressed her lips together tightly, staring at Lysander with fear in her eyes.
Lysander’s smile spread wide, his golden pupils curving like crescent moons. The corners of his lips lifted high, revealing the sharp fangs distinctive to an Alpha. His smile looked dazzling, but to Faye, it was as cold as the night wind deep in the forest—an innate Alpha pressure bearing straight down on an Omega, making her spine go numb and her breathing falter.
Faye feared Lysander because whatever Zephyr liked, Lysander would snatch away. And the way he did it was always brutal. His methods were vicious, often costing others their lives. Afterward, he would simply brush it off and leave, as if nothing had ever happened.
Once, she had been caught by him and nearly beaten to the point of permanent injury. What happened later between Lysander and Zephyr, Faye did not know. She only knew that Lysander had gone abroad. And yet now, nine years later, Lysander had returned and come looking for her.
Cold sweat broke out across her forehead. Faye was afraid Lysander would torture her again, and even more afraid that he would say something in front of Zephyr that would make her situation even worse. An Omega like her, once targeted by an Alpha, was no different from baring her throat to a wild beast’s fangs.
“Then I want to ask you the same thing,” Lysander said as he took slow steps around the room, moving with the leisure of someone strolling through his own territory. “Why are you here?” His smile carried a hidden meaning.
Faye clenched her teeth hard, her jaw tightening.
Lysander looked at her with open interest. “It’s been years. I honestly thought Zephyr had given you a proper status by now. Who would’ve guessed he bonded with another female, while you ended up as his mistress?” He paused, the smile on his lips growing more contemplative. “Two Omegas serving one Alpha. Zephyr really knows how to indulge himself.”
A wave of unspeakable humiliation rose in Faye’s chest. She wanted to argue, but the moment she met Lysander’s deep, unfathomable gaze, her throat locked up.
After a moment of strained thought, Faye finally forced the words out. “There’s nothing between me and Zephyr. He doesn’t love me.”
To stay alive, she could only sever all ties with Zephyr as much as possible, making Lysander believe that Zephyr had never cared about her in the first place.
Seeing her trembling, Lysander laughed in obvious amusement. “Are you cold? Why are you shaking like that?” He moved closer at an unhurried pace. The icy pressure of his Alpha aura surged forward, forcing Faye to retreat step by step.
Her back hit the wall. She looked at Lysander’s faint, careless smile and spoke with a quivering voice. “Mr. Valerius, I have nothing to do with Zephyr. Don’t come after me…”
Lysander chuckled softly. “What does Zephyr have to do with whether I want to come after you or not?”
With that, he turned and sat down in a chair, leaning back lazily, legs crossed, looking utterly relaxed and unrestrained. He swept his gaze around the room before asking, “You said Zephyr doesn’t like you. Then who does he like?”
“He likes Zoria. She’s his lawful mate.”
Lysander already knew this. If he hadn’t seen with his own eyes how fiercely Zephyr protected Zoria, he wouldn’t have believed that Zephyr could truly fall out of love with Faye. In the past, everyone knew just how deeply Zephyr loved her.
“So you’ve been abandoned.” He couldn’t help recalling the fury on Zephyr’s face when he saw him standing beside Zoria. The memory amused him greatly.
A strange, chilling glint flashed through Lysander’s golden pupils, making Faye shiver. She fell silent, calculating. The thought of using Lysander to pull Zoria away from Zephyr suddenly took shape in her mind. Just imagining Zoria being tormented to death by Lysander made her heart pound with twisted excitement.
“Yes. I was abandoned by Zephyr,” Faye said. “He doesn’t care about me anymore. Now he only cares about Zoria. Zoria is the daughter of the enemy who killed his father, yet Zephyr is still stubbornly in love with her. Even when she took him to the Lycan Court, he still refused to let her go.”
She deliberately softened her voice, secretly watching Lysander’s expression before continuing. “Zephyr cares about Zoria more than anyone else. If you want revenge, she’s definitely the best target.”
Lysander smiled faintly, interlacing his fingers and resting them on his knee. “What you’re saying is… interesting.”
A flash of joy crossed Faye’s face, but it didn’t escape Lysander’s eyes. His gaze cooled slightly. What he hated most was someone daring to scheme in front of him, especially an Omega who thought she could manipulate an Alpha.
“But…” Lysander curled his lips, his tone indifferent, as though he were talking about something trivial. “I find myself more interested in you. I’m thinking, if I capture you, have a little fun, and then tell Zephyr about your little affair with Michael… what do you think? Would he come to save you?”
The low, husky voice unique to a mature wolf flowed like the sound of a cello—smooth, dangerous, and suffocating—making the air in the room even heavier.
Faye grew more terrified by the second, her face turning paper-white. “Lysander, there’s no grudge between us. You can’t treat me like this!”
Her voice trembled, fear written all over her face. If her legs hadn’t gone weak, she would have bolted from the bed and fled long ago.