CHAPTER 6: Scum’s Lament

In her previous life, Keira had caused a scene, demanding to know why Ronan was doing this to her. Her eyes blazed with fury as they locked onto the she-wolf Ronan was so eager to toy with, while her heart shattered as she looked back at Ronan. 

Keira punished Olivia after this incident, pushing Ronan further away in his frustration. But Olivia was no fool. She knew exactly what she was doing, expertly playing her cards to provoke Keira, stirring her jealousy just enough to earn sympathy and favor from the future alpha.

But now, with me in control of Keira’s body, I approach the scene with calm amusement, raising an eyebrow and watching them all.  

Ronan, who looked at me expectantly, seemed relaxed, almost smug, as if he believed I was here to apologize for the trouble Keira had caused. He thought I’d come to grovel at his feet, to restore his reputation as the next alpha after embarrassing him in front of the elders.

Not just him, but everyone in the room seemed to share that assumption.

After all, it was Keira who was always eager for Ronan’s affection…

It was Keira who loved him deeply.

It was Keira who always made the first move to apologize

And it was Keira who lost everything!

As I stand there, my heart aches as if I had been the one who loved Ronan unconditionally, who sacrificed everything for him. I shake the feeling off. 

Sensing my indifference, the friend beside me, who had urged me to walk into this scene, nervously explained, “Uh, Keira, we were just playing around. It was us who dared Ronan to kiss Olivia. You don’t mind, right?”

I turned to him, offering a sweet smile as I deliberately rested a hand on his broad chest. 

“Is that so?” I whispered, leaning in closer. “Then if I dared you to kiss me, would you mind doing it?”

His face turned crimson, his ears flushed with embarrassment.

Before I could whisper more into his ear, a sudden crash echoed across the room. All eyes snapped to Ronan, whose fist had slammed into the table, shattering the glass. His eyes blazed with anger, and they were locked solely on me.

“Stop this nonsense, Keira! I’ve had enough of your antics. Apologize to me now, and I’ll forget everything you said at the meeting,” Ronan said.

"That’s right, Keira!" one of his friends chimed in. “You came all the way here to see the future alpha. Go ahead and apologize. If you drag this out any longer, Ronan might not be so forgiving.”

Another voice joined in from across the room, "You don’t want your engagement to Ronan called off, do you?"

Olivia, seated beside Ronan and playing her role to perfection, cast her eyes downward, her voice soft and obedient. “Keira, you’re lucky to have this chance. All I can do is watch Ronan from a distance, but I promise I won’t cause you any more trouble, so long as you apologize.”

Their words echoed in the room, but I stood my ground, unmoved by their expectations. 

Ronan cast a glance at Olivia, his eyes softening the moment she declared she'd do anything for love.

Of course, his confidence grew after hearing the comments from the people in the room. Their flattery stroked his ego, weaving a manipulative narrative that painted me as the unreasonable one—the one who should be grateful for the "chance" he had so generously given.

Does it sound funny?

I shook my head in disbelief.

Just then, the door swung open with force, and my sister, Freya, stormed in. Her frown deepened at the sight of Ronan and his friends gathered inside the room.

“Keira, I’ve been waiting for you in the other room!" she snapped, her words sharp, though her real anger came through the mind-link. "I knew it! Don’t tell me you left the rented room just to follow that scumbag Ronan here. Are you seriously going back on your word now?"

I understood Freya’s frustration and smiled at her, saying, “Sis, I honestly have no idea what these men are even talking about. If they’re the so-called warriors of the Nightclaw pack, I fear for their future.”

I pointed to the man who had invited me in. “He thought I came here to apologize to Ronan. Isn’t it hilarious? And to think they picked this bar—in Darkwood pack territory—to throw their little party. It almost feels like they came all this way just to see me." I turned my attention back to Ronan, a mocking grin on my face. “Ronan, could it be that you're the one who should be apologizing?”

At my words, Ronan shot up from his chair, his expression twisted with fury. “Enough! So what if we chose this bar? Your alpha gave us access!”

I let out a cold laugh. “Ronan, I’ve already cut my ties with you. Who you’re with or what mess you’ve gotten yourself into isn’t my concern anymore.”

Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked toward Freya. Ronan stood frozen in place, confusion flickering in his eyes. He wasn’t used to me walking away.

“Let’s go back,” I said to Freya. “I need to prepare for the Lycan’s invitation.”

Freya’s scowl softened, and she looped her arm through mine, a bright smile crossing her face as she clung to me.

As I held her, a sudden, sharp pain gripped my heart. In a past life, Freya had despised Keira. As the Luna, she ordered Freya to marry an alpha from the southern territories. Keira had received word that Freya’s alpha husband mistreated her—abused her until it led to her untimely death.

Freya, one of the strongest she-wolf I have known in this lifetime, decided to poison herself, despising Keira. That memory seared through me, the ache growing as I held her close as if I was also Keira from the past.

Before I realized it, tears streamed down my face, the pain overwhelming, so intense it felt as if I were Keira, reliving the heartbreak and tragedy of that past life all over again.