Chapter 14

Lyra’s POV

“Why is he here?”

I stiffened, curling my fingers around the window frame as I saw Malcolm striding toward our house. He wasn't looking happy or even friendly. He was just walking as if he was coming to fight.

My stomach twisted in irritation. I knew exactly why he’s here. That witch Davina. Of course, it was always about her. And that thought made me so angry. His father had warned him to stay away from Davina and he had agreed now he’s here.

For days, he had stayed away like a good little Alpha heir, just as his Father had commanded. But now? Now, he is back? What for? Does he want to lose his inheritance? Does he prefer Davina over his position?

Was he here to defy his father? This is crazy. Totally.

I almost walked outside to stop him. To tell him to turn around, to remind him of his place in My life. But something held me back. No. Let’s see how this plays out. I thought.

If Davina threw herself at him again, if she begged him to take her back, I’d have all the proof I needed. And I’ll make her suffer. This time, she’ll not survive it.

I just hope it doesn't get to that point anyways. I hope Malcolm listens to his father and pushes her away.

As I thought about how it was going to be a dramatic show, how Davina was going to cry, a slow smile crept onto my lips.

Well, that would be even better.

I turned away from the window, walking around secretly through the house, in my bare feet. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I didn't want Malcolm to hear or see me.

I kept watching Malcolm walk straight to Davina’s room. Of course, he knew exactly where to go.

I slipped behind him, I was breathing so slow as I pressed myself against the wall near her door. The moment he walked inside, I followed, keeping myself out of sight, the door opened just enough for me to see everything.

And I was grateful that the door was slightly open. I peeped and there she was. That devil rushed to hug him.

“Davina,” Malcolm called in a stiff voice, and he pushed her away.

She gasped, and I watched as she sprang from the bed, widening her eyes in relief.

“Malcolm!” she breathed, lighting up and also looking surprised.

“Pathetic,” I mumbled.

She ran toward him again, trying to hold him. like she actually thought he was here for romance.

Malcolm, to his credit, shoved her back again before she could touch him.

I liked it. In fact, I was impressed.

She stumbled, looking hurt and confused for real.

“W-What…”

“We need to talk,” he cut her off. But his voice was cold and empty.

I bit my lip, hiding myjoy. Oh, this was better than I imagined.

“O-Okay,” Davina stammered. “Let’s talk.”

Malcolm exhaled through his nose, his body was stiff as a board. “This… whatever this is between us…it’s over.”

She opened her mouth so wide, staring at him. I bet she wasn't expecting what she got.

I watched Davina’s face crumple.

“No,” she whispered. “No, you don’t mean that.”

Malcolm’s jaw tightened. “I do.”

“Liar!” She shouted.

Even I could see the torment in his eyes. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was saying the right things I needed to hear.

Davina tried to reach for him again, but he stepped back, like her touch was poison to him.

“Malcolm, look at me,” she begged, shaking her head.

He looked anywhere but at her.

“My father won’t allow it,” he said stiffly. “It’s done.”

I nearly laughed.

He was doing it. He was really doing it.

Davina shook her head wildly, as tears spilled down her cheeks. “Since when do you let your father decide how you live your life?”

“Since I became his heir,” Malcolm said, in a hard voice.

Davina let out a broken laugh, her hand was now shaking. “You’re scared.”

Malcolm flinched.

“You’re scared of what he’ll do if you don’t listen,” she pushed.

He said nothing.

“Malcolm, we’re fated mates!” Her voice rose in desperation. “That has to mean something!”

My stomach twisted at those words. Fated.

I hated that word.

Malcolm inhaled sharply, clenching his fits. “It doesn’t change anything.”

“It changes everything!” Davina snapped. “Malcolm, please, don’t let them take this away from us!”

I rolled my eyes. How pitiful.

“Say you don’t love me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Say it, and I’ll let you go.”

The tension in the room was suffocating.

I leaned forward slightly, watching Malcolm’s face.

For a second, just a second, his face broke down.

But then he clenched his jaw and muttered, “It doesn’t matter.”

Davina’s breath hitched.

“It matters to me!” she choked out.

Malcolm turned his back to her. “This is for the best.”

“For who?” Davina’s voice through the mind link was with both anger and agony.

“For everyone.”

My grin widened.

This was perfect.

Davina took a shaky step forward. “Malcolm, don’t do this. You love me, I love you and we love each other.”

He exhaled sharply. “It’s done, Davina.”

Her lips trembled, her entire body shaking. “You’re breaking my heart.”

Malcolm’s shoulders tensed, but he didn’t turn back.

“I already did,” he whispered.

And then, without another word, he walked away.

I pressed myself further into the dark as he walked past me, stomping his feet so hard on the floor.

But I didn’t care about him.

I cared about her.

I turned back toward the room, peering inside just in time to see Davina crumple to the floor, sobbing.

Her hands clutched at her chest, like she was physically trying to hold herself together.

I drank in the sight of her misery, enjoying every delicious second.

But then, something changed.

She wiped at her eyes, her breath was still ragged. But there was something different in her expression.

Something mysterious and dangerous.

I leaned in, straining to hear her next words through the mind link.

“I’ll make them all regret this,” she whispered.

A chill ran down my spine.

I stepped back, frowning my brows in curiosity.

Davina, the weak little Omega, was vowing revenge?

Interesting. Very interesting.u me baby how much