Chapter 64
Morning sunlight spilled through the narrow gap in the curtains, casting a pale gold strip across my hospital bed.
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Maybe it was the rest, or maybe the meds had finally kicked in, but my headache wasn’t as sharp today. My mind felt less foggy, more aware.
1 got up slowly, slipped on the slippers Mia had brought me, and stepped out of the room. I just wanted some air. A moment of quiet.
But the universe had other plans.
Just as I turned the corner into the hall
Sweet Coy. Familiar.
Scarlett.
hallway. I heard a voice that grated on my nerves like claws on bone.
1 looked up–and sure enough, there she was, walking shoulder to shoulder with Maddox.
She wore a white dress, her makeup light and watery like she was trying to embody innocence itself. A thick bandage wrapped around her forehead, and her whole posture screamed frail and delicate. The kind of look that begged for sympathy.
Her laughter died the second she spotted me. She flinched, like she’d seen a ghost. And then, softly–so softly it made my skin crawl–she said. “Riley…”
Maddox paused 100, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. Maybe guilt. Maybe pity. I didn’t care to dig.
I stopped, just for a beat.
And then I kept walking Right past them.
Like they were air.
But Scarlett, as always, wasn’t content to be ignored. She edged closer with that same mock–timid expression she always wore when she was pretending to be fragile.
“Are
you
feeling any better?” she asked. “Maddox and I came to visit you… Where are you going?”
I didn’t answer.
Didn’t even look at her
But she kept inching closer. Kept needling at me with her fake concern. She wanted a reaction. She needed one. So I gave it to her.
I walked up, calm and measured–and slapped her clean across the face.
The sound echoed in the corridor like a whipcrack. Her dainty little body stumbled backward from the force of it, the pristine makeup on her cheek smudging beneath the vivid red of my handprint.
Maddox caught her before she could fall. His arm went around her waist, and with his other hand, he shoved me.
Hard
“What the hell is wrong with you, Riley?” he snapped. “Scarlett came here because she was worried about you. And you just- hat her Without even listening? What is wrong with your
His voice was raised, sharp with anger. A few nurses turned their heads as they passed.
1 staggered slightly from his push.
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And then I slapped him too.
“Don’t touch me.” I hissed.
The shock on his face was almost comical. His eyes went wide as if he couldn’t believe I’d actually done it.
But I wasn’t done.
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“You want to know what’s wrong with me?” I said. “I want to know what Scarlett thinks she’s doing, shoving her fake little wounded doe‘ act in front of me like I’m supposed to care.”
“She knows I hate her. She knows I want nothing to do with her. But she keeps getting in my face. So yeah. I slapped her. And I’d do it again.”
“And you–what the hell are you, Maddox? What gives you the right to step in like you’re some noble protector?”
He just stared at me like I’d grown another head.
The boy I used to follow around like a puppy. The one I used to call “my Maddox.” My big brother figure. My first love.
He looked at me like he didn’t recognize me anymore.
Hell. I didn’t recognize him either.
“You’ve changed,” he said finally, his voice tight. “You’re not the Riley I knew. What happened to you?”
I laughed. Laughed because if I didn’t, I’d scream.
“You’re really gonna pull that
? Five years, Maddox. Five years locked up in a cell for a crime I didn’t commit. You think that doesn’t change a person?”
“You let them throw me in there. You stood next to Zara and said nothing when she labeled me unstable. You defended Scarlett while I was in chains.”
I stepped closer.
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Scarlett let out a trembling sob behind him, her eyes all glassy and wet. “Maddox, are you okay?” she whispered, conveniently loud enough for me to hear.
Then she looked at me again, tears brimming.
“You hit me. And now you hit Maddox? He came because he was worried about you, Riley. Is this how you treat people who
Her voice shook, her bottom lip trembling like a scared little pup.
But her eyes-
They were shining with satisfaction.
She was loving this.
She was playing the victim while I stood here, hands shaking with rage.
I raised my arm again. Just to watch her flinch.
She squeaked and darted behind Maddox, pecking out from behind his shoulder like some terrified cub.
“Ruley, you’re being so cruel.”
Enough
“Looks like the last lesson from the White Wolf wasn’t enough for you–you want to experience it again?” I stared him.
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“Enough, Riley. Scarlett already told me–your White Wolf is just a black magic illusion. Stop lying to yourself.”
Maddox grabbed my wrist this time, harder. His grip was tight, fingers digging into my skin.
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He growled. “No one’s going to put up with your tantrums forever. You lash out like this again, and don’t expect me to just stand here and
take it—
Smack.
Another slap.
Lused my free hand this time.
His sentence ended right there.
The crack of palm against cheek rang louder than the last.
He stood, stunned.
His jaw clenched. His eyes flickered, wild and unfocused.
Then I hit him again.
Third time.
Harder.
His head jerked sideways, and the flush that bloomed on his face was near violet. The once–pristine lawyer, the golden boy of the werewolf courts, now stood red–faced and speechless.
“Still want to act like my keeper?” I said, eyes like frost. “You think you matter in this? You’re not my mate. Not my Alpha. You’re nothing.”
I stepped around him.
“I may not be loved in the Ebonclaw Pack,” I said without turning back, “but at least I’m still Scarlett’s sister. On paper. And if I want to slap some sense into my baby sister, that’s family business. You? You’re just a spectator. Keep your nose out.”
Maddox stared at me, open–mouthed, like I’d gutted hun.
His voice cracked when he finally managed, “You hit me…”
There was disbelief there. Hurt. Like I’d just killed something sacred.
He’d once been everything to me
And now!
He
a stranger I couldn’t stand to look at
I said nothing
Just met his gaze.
And in mine, he saw the truth-
That whatever part of me had once cared about him, had once thought he was a hero-
That part was gone
Buned with the girl he helped send to prison.
And I
ver digging it up
again.