Bella’s POV
"What the hell are you doing, Serena?" Derek’s voice cut through the tension like a blade as he clamped his palm across her mouth. "She’s deliberately trying to drive a wedge between us," he growled, forcibly dragging her from the room.
The instant they vanished through the doorway, the air beca suffocating.
I stood frozen, uncertain where to position myself, what thoughts to entertain, or how to halt the sensation of my world crumbling beneath my feet.
"Would you like to sit? Maybe catch your breath?" Hugo’s voice carried genuine concern.
"I need to leave this place." I refused to et his gaze, simply shaking my head firmly.
"I don’t care if the hurricane carries off, I cannot remain in this house another mont." My voice fractured as I lunged toward the door, but Hugo’s reflexes proved quicker, his palm slamming against the wooden fra, blocking my escape route.
"The reports advised everyone to remain indoors," he emphasized. "This isn’t an ordinary storm, it’s supernatural. Sharp objects, wreckage, everything’s being hurled through the air. People are being impaled by airborne tal fragnts. Countless injuries have been reported. It’s a cursed tempest."
His warnings barely penetrated my consciousness. I couldn’t endure staying here.
Not one more second trapped between these alphas pulling in opposing directions.
"No, Hugo, you’re missing the point." I finally forced myself to look directly into his eyes. "Being impaled would be less painful than remaining here right now."
He drew a long, deliberate breath while standing inches from . His hand gradually fell away from the doorfra.
"Then I’ll accompany you," he murmured softly. "Personally.
And I’ll ensure you reach safety."
He took the lead as I trailed behind him, moving nervously toward the main area where we would inevitably face the hostile family once more.
This ti, upon reaching the staircase, I spotted Lord Morris positioned near the entrance, his arms crossed defensively over his chest.
The mont Hugo descended the final step, he aid his finger at the elderly man.
"Not one syllable," he cautioned him.
I observed how Lord Morris’s expression darkened as he glared at Hugo.
"What manner of address is this, boy? Has she caused you to forget proper respect for your superiors?" he demanded.
"After re monts of private discussion with her, you’ve beco an entirely different person?" he challenged Hugo accusingly.
"Already agitated simply because you felt slightly disrespected? Don’t you think you’re attributing too much influence to her? She never instructed how to treat you. These are my own words. This represents my personal choice. I refuse to allow you to interact with her. Your son has already inflicted sufficient damage on her psychological well-being,"
Hugo responded without restraint.
The reference to Derek, however, instantly brought a malicious grin to Lord Morris’s features.
"Ah, so my son inford you of his decision? That he’s finally determined to pursue DNA testing?" he sneered.
The instant those words left his mouth, my hands ford fists. Derek had already moved several paces forward.
If he had shared this with his father, the matter was essentially settled.
No one could persuade him to reconsider now. Even if he desired to, his father would never permit it.
"She will not be conversing with you at this ti,"
Hugo declared, gesturing toward Morris.
"Yet she conversed with Serena. I witnessed her flee into the room with her husband, weeping," Felicia interjected. "Is this what you’ve acquired in the human realm, Bella? The skill to create discord between spouses?"
I couldn’t fathom what prompted Felicia to voice her opinion. She typically remained silent.
But I preferred her quiet, because frankly, she amused .
Before Hugo could address her comnt, I signaled him that I would handle this myself.
I erged from behind his protective stance and crossed my arms over my chest.
"You’re the individual who dares question what I’ve learned?" I said, watching her arrogant deanor begin to falter.
A hint of sha colored her features.
"No, genuinely. I simply want to understand how. How does soone possess the audacity to pose such a question?
"I pressed on. "Standing directly beside a man whose entire family she destroyed."
I taunted her and observed her eyes grow wide.
"And before you claim we’re both mistaken, allow to clarify. I’m not the one who requested DNA testing. Your stepson is destroying my marriage with my husband. Explain to again, who bears responsibility here? Who is the marriage destroyer?" I corrected her sharply. Remaining silent never truly serves justice.
No one is generous enough to interpret silence as proof of innocence.
"You will not address my wife in this manner," Lord Morris snarled.
"Well, but are you permitted to address her that way?" Hugo countered, putting the old man in his place by highlighting his hypocrisy.
"And I must ntion sothing, Felicia. It appears Hugo inherited the marriage-wrecking behavior from you. He’s following your exact path. Not only is he destroying his own marriage with his wife, but he’s ruining mine as well," I stated while maintaining direct eye contact.
I noticed how she never blinked once, yet her jaw continued tightening and her teeth ground together.
She wanted to assault with her vicious claws.
Hugo positioned beside like a barrier was what prevented anyone from reaching .
She should feel grateful he was present, because without him, I might not have controlled myself and probably would have released my wolf, the grey wolf prepared to tear her apart piece by piece. I knew my wolf possessed that capability.
Furthermore, it seed Astra wanted to erge. Considerable ti had passed since she had tasted blood. I could sense it building within .
"Well, Bella. You’ve expressed your thoughts.
Now the DNA testing will reveal the truth, and we’ll discover how faithful you were to your husband,"
Felicia responded.
As she spoke, I shifted to my left where Derek was exiting his room.
His condition rendered speechless for several monts.
His face was lacerated so severely that none of us reacted imdiately.
"I refuse to remain with Serena any longer. I don’t want an abusive wife like her. I’m informing everyone, I love Bella," Derek announced with split lips, a bleeding nose, and nurous bruises covering his face and neck.
His appearance, combined with his declaration, created absolute silence and sent chills across my skin.
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