Chapter 12
After what felt like hours, Sylvae slowly regained consciousness in the bitter cold.
She forced her eyes open, everything blurry and spinning.
The sack reeked of blood and sweat, the metallic stench choking her.
Gritting her teeth, she used every ounce of strength to claw her way out of the burlap prison.
The warehouse was completely empty. Just her.
Theron was gone.
Delilah was nowhere to be seen.
They’d abandoned her here like trash.
Sylvae coughed, tasting blood in her throat.
With shaking hands, she reached for her phone to call her parents. Get them to extract her.
Theron was a fucking psychopath. Delilah too.
he couldn’t even imagine what her sister had survived all these years.
But the second she pulled out her phone, a figure lunged from the shadows and backhanded her across the face!
RACK!
ler phone went flying, shattering against the concrete wall.
ylvae’s head whipped to the side, blood trickling from her split lip.
he slowly lifted her eyes to see Delilah standing over her with a smug, twisted smile.
Oh, Luna. Who were you gonna call?” Delilah sneered down at her.
ylvae didn’t answer, just slowly pushed herself up against the wall, breathing hard.
eeing her silence made Delilah even more vicious.
he grabbed Sylvae’s chin roughly, forcing her to look up. “Cat got your tongue? See that? I told you-doesn’t matter if it’s your big day. One text from me, and heron comes running like a lovesick pup.”
he leaned in close, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper: “Be smart for once-step down and give up the Luna seat. It doesn’t belong to you, and it never
id.”
ylvae stared at her for a long moment, then suddenly smiled.
Delilah faltered, and in that split second, Sylvae used Delilah’s grip on her chin as leverage and shoved her back hard!
Ahhhhhh!”
Delilah went flying backward into a metal shelf, the sharp edge slamming into her spine. She crumpled instantly, her face draining of color.
You… you actually fucking pushed me?!” She stared at Sylvae in shock, her voice shaking.
sylvae used the wall to pull herself upright. She was covered in blood, pale as death, but her eyes burned with cold fire.
‘Push you?” She laughed softly, dragging her injured leg as she stalked toward Delilah step by step. “Yeah, I pushed you. What now? Gonna cry and go running to Daddy?”
Delilah’s confidence shattered as she scrambled backward on her hands and knees. “Stay the hell away from me!”
Sylvae ignored her, bending down to pick up a piece of metal pipe from the floor. She tested its weight in her hand.
Delilah’s eyes went wide with pure terror. This wasn’t the broken woman who’d taken her abuse before.
“Help! Someone help me-” She screamed and tried to crawl away, but Sylvae grabbed her ankle and dragged her back!
“Not feeling so confident now?” Sylvae looked down at her, tapping the pipe against Delilah’s cheek. “What happened to the pampered Omega act? Not so special now, huh?
Delilah was trembling all over, tears and snot streaming down her face, but she still tried to sound threatening: “If you hurt me, Theron will rip you apart!”
Sylvae’s smile turned vicious as she brought the pipe down hard on Delilah’s leg!
“AHHHHH!”
Delilah’s scream bounced off the warehouse walls.
sylvae didn’t even blink, just kept striking her over and over, each hit calculated and brutal.
ylvae didn’t even flinch, just kept hitting her over and over, each strike precise and merciless.
Delilah was barely conscious now, too weak to even beg for mercy, just curled up in a broken heap.
ylvae was breathing hard, wiping blood from her face, raising the pipe for one final blow-
ANG!
he warehouse door exploded inward.
arsh light flooded in as Theron stood silhouetted in the doorway, his face dark with fury as he took in the scene.
