Darius:
A week ago:
"Asshole, dumb fucker," I groaned, kicking a rock after hearing the news about Romeo’s death. Why the heck did he go to meet that Charlotte? What was so special about that basic bitch anyway? He got killed for someone like Charlotte?
"It seems like she’s doing really well. I heard from someone that before Romeo was arrested, Helanie beat his ass."
Of course, my wolf had to come out and try to scare me.
"Oh, fuck her. I’ll take care of her. As for all that strength talk—it sounds like PR nonsense. She can never beat me," I groaned, clenching my jaw hard.
"You need to give it your all on the battlefield. Don’t show mercy just because you like her," my wolf advised.
"You really think I won’t fight her because I want to marry her? Huh," I laughed and clicked my tongue.
"I’ll give it my best to win, and once I marry her, I’ll fuck her every day and night until she realizes that even after all the training and big speeches, she’s just my cum dumpster. I’ll fuck the revenge right out of her," I grunted, feeling irritated.
One by one, all my friends died because of her.
That one night of pleasure caused all this.
"If only we hadn’t taken that mission," my wolf cried out, reminding me who had sent us to that station that night.
"I don’t regret fucking her. I just regret not doing something to deal with her earlier. If only I had offered to marry her right after that gang rape, I’m sure she would’ve miserably accepted it," I hissed.
"I don’t think she would have. Those days are gone—when victims thought marrying their abuser would fix everything. People are awake now, or so they say. That whole stupid equality thing—and this idea that women can do anything—that’s the reason why these weak women are raising their heads, fighting back, and even killing alphas," my wolf was right.
Helanie would’ve never agreed to marry me.
But I’ll show her my strength when she loses the battle and is forced to marry me.
As soon as I heard snarling and hissing nearby, I became alert. It had to be those Zharns. I heard Helanie had fought one—what a lie.
I ran with my bag to get back home and, while doing so, uploaded a statement saying I had fought some too.
Once I got home, I sat on my bed and stared at the bottle of blue liquid in my bag. Before dying, Romeo had gotten it for me.
It was something that would help me during the battle.
I’d paid some people to spread rumors that I was training like a beast, that I’d fought Zharns and won.
"I know when you’re lying. It’s a shame that you don’t even feel guilty. I’ve looked into her eyes, Darius. It’s been so hard for her to prove she was innocent and to get justice. She had to make every single one of you confess to what you did. Before that, everyone was just as sure as you that they ’didn’t do it.’ You know... when someone gets raped or assaulted, it doesn’t end there. That’s when the pain really begins."
Jessica took a deep breath and slowly wiped her hand on her dress—the same hand that had just touched my hair. Seeing her feel that disgust for me... it only made my anger toward Helanie burn hotter.
Why couldn’t she let it go?
It was just one night.
Just one!
"I’ll prove to you that I’m innocent," I said. But Jessica stood up and walked toward the door.
"As much as I wish you’re telling the truth... I’m scared you’re not. Don’t expect me to cheer for you on the battlefield."
She didn’t even turn around to look at me as she said those words and walked out, closing the door behind her.
’I’m going to avenge all my friends’ deaths. I’ll make this Helanie feel real pain—the kind that makes her beg me to stop, but I won’t. She couldn’t forgive us for one night—I won’t forgive her for my friends’ murders either.’
That was final.
I would take the blue strength potion and beat her.
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