Alejandra's POV
I woke up with my hands and feet tied. I couldn't find Kyle in our room, only other traces that I didn't understand. This was truly beyond my imagination.
If he didn't want to touch me because of the grudge he still held against me for, according to him, killing my twin sister, that felt much better. But he did. He touched me.
He fucked me.
I still felt pain in my core. The slightest movement made me feel like I was going to die. Even though several days had passed, the torture continued. So did the pain in another part of me—my heart.
It was true, it hurt. But why did Lex seem to enjoy it so much when Kyle was fuck her? She moaned, even crying out Kyle's name loudly before they finally stopped and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Damn it! I can't shake that memory at all.
After witnessing them having sex, I started to distance myself from Lex and Kyle. But there's another story behind all this, that Kyle and I were childhood friends. He... I think he loved me sincerely before Lex appeared after successfully completing her training as a warrior.
Don't ask me why I didn't go with her.
According to our pack rules, only those who have got a wolf are allowed to undergo training, which is why I stayed in the pack while Lex traveled from one pack to another to learn how to fight.
As I said before, she would become the successor to the pack leader. A source of pride. The real Luna.
I tugged at my handcuffs, hoping someone would come and unlock them, until soon a servant hurried over and unlocked the thing that bound my wrists and was attached to the headboard.
"Thank you..." I said to the servant. She nodded, then moved away as if to give me access to get down. However, I couldn't.
"Are you still in pain?" asked the servant, which startled me and made me frown. "I'm sorry, Miss. Rumors are spreading that you did it with Alpha Kyle and several other men. I'm sorry for being so bold. I only heard the story from word of mouth."
It was impossible for those rumors to spread if they didn't come from Kyle.
"It's okay. But... that's not the whole story," I replied, then got off and stood up slowly.
"So it's true that you're a virgin?" she said again, as if it were something surprising. Or perhaps... humiliating.
"So what if I am?"
"I've heard that the Alpha's descendant will come from a virgin. However, as far as I know, it's not Miss Alexis, because she often sleeps with many men."
"Enough," I said, stopping her. Not only because I didn't like her badmouthing my sister—I already knew about that—but because I would never believe any rumors I heard about my relationship or any myths between me and Kyle. It was totally bullshit. "Are you my personal servant?"
She nodded. "Yes, Miss. They appointed me to be your servant. My name is Ramia."
"Okay, Ramia. I need you to get ready. Where's Alpha Kyle?" I asked, and she looked startled when she saw someone at the doorway.
"I-I'll help you get ready now. Your bath will be ready soon, Miss. Excuse me."
Ramia left just like that, and the man whose arrival I hadn't expected stepped in with his usual expressionless face. He was cold, but attentive. Unfortunately, that wasn't the character he showed me this time.
"What else do you want?" I asked without flinching. No matter how strong or powerful he was, I was never afraid, except that I wanted to get away and never have anything to do with him again. "You got what you wanted."
"What I wanted? What do you know about what I want?" He asked back. "I didn't even enjoy fucking you that night."
"Then what do you want? You were the one who married me, and now... at least, there's no need to spread rumors that I slept with—" I couldn't continue because his hand was now on my jaw, gripping me tightly.
"Be quiet and get ready. Put on a sweet face and a charming smile in front of everyone. Imagine that our marriage, as well as our sex that night, was the best."
The best? No. It was the worst sex I'd ever had, even though it was my first time. He wasn't as great as I'd imagined. Lex must have been lying at the time. She deliberately shouted loudly as if Kyle was an incredible sex maniac. The fact was I often heard Lex talk about how fierce the men she slept with were, but that didn't happen when she did it with Kyle.
I don't know if she deliberately kept her relationship with Kyle private, or...
"Answer me!" Kyle jerked, startling me.
"O-okay."
"Good. And one more thing. Don't you dare contradict anything I say in front of everyone."
What is this? Is he threatening me because he wants to start another rumor? Who said I spent our wedding night with a bunch of men? Now he wants me to say that our sex was amazing. Does he have a split personality?
"Whatever." There were many things I wanted to ask him, but not now. My body was too tired, and facing a crowd would only drain my energy further.
I got ready because Kyle didn't seem to want to leave the room until I was completely ready to go downstairs with him. I quickened my pace and soaked in the bathtub that my maid had prepared. I can say she's the best.
I came out of the bathroom and found Kyle sitting on the sofa, watching a television broadcast that I noticed was showing the news of Lex's death. I immediately grabbed the remote and changed the channel.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Kyle asked, his face red, getting up from the sofa and grabbing my arm tightly. "Are you hiding something?"
I shook my head. "There's no point in continuing to watch the news. Everything they're showing is a lie. I never killed Lex. I swear!"
With unexpected speed, Kyle moved, pushing me and pinning me against the wall while grabbing my jaw.
"Don't you ever dare yell at me, wolfless. Just do what you have to do as my wife until everything is proven true."
"Why don't you just kill me if you really believe that I am Lex's murderer," I challenged. He just grinned.
"If you are proven guilty, a quick death is not a fair solution." His face darkened in seconds after saying that, and with flashing red eyes he stared at me. "She was raped there, torn apart, abused, and was murdered sadistically. Should her killer be free just by dying?"
He shook his head. "Of course not, Ale. No. And death is not appropriate for you."
I stared at his retreating back after he released me, lost in thought, before finally preparing myself as he had requested and stepping into the large room where the members had gathered, who immediately gave me strange looks when I was in front of them.
I looked at each of them. Without a smile. Because that's what they did to me. I saw fierce stares in their eyes, except for one standing near the main door.
I couldn't recognize her, who looked like a watcher—wearing a beautiful dress and a hood that covered most of her face. Except for her red lips, which curled into a cynical smile.
Unexpectedly, something flew towards me and even though I didn't have time to dodge, the shot missed. An arrow stuck right behind my back and left a scratch on my left arm, as if to warn me something. No one reacted except Kyle, who looked surprised.
He got up, pulled out the arrow, then frowned.
He looked around as if scanning everyone present. However, it seemed that no one else was aware of the incident.
"We want a Luna, not a murderer!" shouted one of the members, followed by the shouts of the others.
"We want a Luna, not a whore!" Others shouted other things, and I just turned to Kyle, whose expression had suddenly changed.
No? Was it really not him who spread the rumor? He even seemed to dislike their statements, especially when they said the word "whore." I could see it from the way his brow furrowed and his expression turned fierce.
If not him, then who spread it?
My eyes scanned the room, searching for the woman in the hooded dress. She wasn't there. She was nowhere to be found, as if she had vanished into thin air.
Who was she really?