Eight
Emira’s POV
My eyes widened at what Diana just did–she slapped herself. And right then, I saw Luther approaching.”
Diana suddenly burst into tears. “I’m sorry, Sis, for what I said about your mom. I didn’t mean it… I’m really sorry.“”
She ran straight into Luther’s arms, sniffling like some innocent victim. “It’s not her fault. I deserved the slap for talking badly about her mom… She was just hurt.”
stood there, watching her fake it like she always did. Nothing new. Just another performance. Her lies always got me in trouble–and punished for things I didn’t even do.”
Then my father showed up, eyes full of concern–but not for me. “What happened?” he asked Diana.”
Her lies rolled out so easily, and just like that, he turned his angry gaze to me. “How could you do that to your sister? She’s been nothing but good to you!“}
Whispers started spreading among the guests. Judgmental stares. Snide remarks.
“Ungrateful girl.”}
“Just like her mother. No manners.”}
“Such a spoiled brat.”
I didn’t say a word. I just walked up to Diana and looked her dead in the eyes. “You said I slapped you, right?“” She nodded.\
So I slapped her. For real. Her eyes went wide in shock.
“There. That’s the slap you wanted so bad, wasn’t it?”
Let them think I’m the villain. She ruined me already. What was left to protect? My pride? My dignity? I had none.” Gasps filled the air. But I didn’t care. I straightened my spine and walked off with my head high.
I used to be scared. I used to hope maybe–just maybe–my father would look at me and still see his daughter. Still care.
But those hopes died a long time ago. After all the punishments I didn’t deserve. After all the times he chose Diana over me. So fine. I’m the bad wolf. Let them know it. My wolf inside me growled with satisfaction. She deserved that.
Just as I was about to leave, someone grabbed my wrist–hard.
It was Luther. Anger burned in his eyes.
“Why would you slap your sister? Why would you hurt her like that-?“}
I peeled his hand off me and looked at him, cold and empty. “You gonna give me a hundred slaps for the one I gave her?“” He froze. His eyes widened. Yeah. I knew. I knew it was him who told Diana to slap herself. Thought I wouldn’t find out?
“I just wanted to know why you’d hurt her. She’s been good to you. You have everything–everything she never had since childhood. Why treat her like that?“}
My heart cracked open, raw and like it’s bleeding.”
“Everything? You think I have everything?” I laughed–sharp, bitter, almost crying. My eyes stung with unshed tears. “Yeah. I’m the evil one, right? That’s what everyone says. That I had it all while poor Diana had nothing.“N
I met his eyes under the moonlight. “The truth is, ever since my mom died, I had nothing. Not love. Not warmth. Not even a place in this damn pack.”
He said nothing. Just frowned.”
Then he mumbled, “I heard she lived in poverty while you got to live in comfort… just because she’s the daughter of a
mistress.”
I wanted to scream the truth. But what was the point? No one would believe me. Not when the golden girl was Diana. When only her version ever mattered.
“Believe whatever you want,” I muttered and turned away.”
“Bèta Emira… I’m taking the day off,” he called after me.”
I didn’t even look back. “Do whatever makes you happy,” I said with venom in my voice.
“Who am I to get in the way of your joy?“!
8:12 AM
