Chapter 126
Chapter 125 This World Was Never Kind to Her Claim “Sorry, but read between the lines and understand that when a woman doesn’t take your information, it’s because she is not interested.” I scoffed. “Oh, please, stop pretending like you’re so pure. Who doesn’t know the filthy things your mum did back then?” Behind me, Queenie’s sharp voice rang out, full of mockery. I was triggered instantly. Smash- I snapped. I grabbed a glass of red wine and hurled it at Queenie’s face. “Queenie, mention my mum disrespectfully one more time, and I’ll rip your filthy tongue from your disgusting mouth p> The wine ran down Queenie’s face like blood, leaving her a pitiful mess. The room froze. No one expected me to fight back with such force. I was always calm and collected in public, but I would not tolerate the slander of my mother. Queenie stared in shock for a few seconds before screaming and lunging forward. “You b***h! You dared to throw wine at me? I will ruin your life because of this p> I caught her wrist and flung her aside with brutal strength. Queenie staggered, nearly falling. Her face twisted with rage. “Damn you, Claire, I’ll have you fired tomorrow p> “I don’t feel like working there anyway. I will leave now?” I snapped, my patience at its end. Queenie hit the wall, forehead reddened. “Claire, you-” She pointed at me with a trembling hand, her voice shaking. I didn’t even bother to look back. I turned toward the door, desperate to leave this suffocating room. But then- A rough hand yanked my hair from behind, slamming me to the ground. Pain tore through my scalp. My body hit the floor hard. I looked up, stunned, straight into Breanne’s cruel smile. Breanne’s heels pressed down on my chest, the sharp tip digging into my flesh. I stifled a groan, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a scream. “Feeling tough, Claire?” Breanne leaned in, nails clawing into my hair, forcing my face upward. “Throwing wine at my best friend right in front of me? Who do you think you are? Did you know that I could have you imprisoned for disrespecting a Luna p> 1/4 < Chapter 125 This World Was Never Kind to Her “Breanne, what are you doing?” My voice was seething with fury. I truly felt as though Breanne had finally snapped mentally. Claim “What am I doing?” Breanne chuckled, “Showing off, of course. You think a fashion award and a few foreign languages make you special? In the end, the one Liam values the most will always be me. I am not his Luna; we will lead our pack together, hand in hand. While you-” She paused, “You’re nothing but a bottom-rung employee at a tiny company that I plan to bankrupt unless they blacklist you p> I clenched my fists and tried to rise, but Breanne stomped me back down. “You want to leave?” Breanne’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Fine, but you will kneel and beg me for permission first. Then maybe, I’ll let you go p> “Don’t push me too far,” I shot back. “Too far?” Breanne yanked my collar, “You ruined me! You nearly cost me everything! You almost got me sent home! You let Lucien throw me into a snake pit-I almost died! But I survived, and now-” Her nails dug into my skin. “Now it’s your turn to know real pain, Claire. I am going to break you p> “Breanne, I never saw you as an enemy. You’re the one who forced this. I’ve lived over twenty years with nothing-but I’ve never feared anyone. If you want a fight, bring it on p> Breanne’s smile froze at my words, then twisted into wild laughter. “Still mouthing off, huh? I think it’s time to show this wolfless loser who is really in charge of this city p> Her hand whipped out. Smack- A hard slap split my lip, blood seeping from the corner. “Wake up, Claire!” Breanne towered over her. “I’ve got all the power. I’ve got the strong backing. What do you have? Kneel, or you won’t leave this room alive p> I wiped the blood from my mouth and gave a cold, mocking smile. The next second, I grabbed Breanne’s ankle and yanked. “Ahhh!” Breanne screamed, crashing to the ground. Her designer gown tore on shattered glass, red streaks staining her pale skin. I stood, towering over her. “I kneel to the Goddess, to the meadow, to my parents-but never to you p> I stomped on Breanne’s chest, the force so brutal that the sound of creaking bones filled the air. The whole room froze, terrified by my sudden, ruthless aura. I didn’t need a wolf, or the title of Luna, to command a room, and soon they would all learn that firsthand. Breanne shrieked in pain, but no one dared move. Then- 214 < Chapter 125 This World Was Never kind to Her The door slammed open. “Claire p> Claim Liam stormed in. His gaze darted to the dishevelled Breanne, then turned on me with fury. “What are you doing p> I let out a cold laugh, not bothering to explain. I grabbed my bag and strode for the door. “Stop!” Liam barked, releasing his Alpha command, forgetting it held no control over me p> Liam moved to rush after me, but Breanne clung to his arm, sobbing. “Liam! She hit me and threatened The once silent voices of the room rushed to back her up. “Yeah! Luna Breanne invited Claire to dinner, and she attacked her p> “You’re all pathetic weasels, and cross me again, and I’ll release everything I’ve recorded here today!” It was a bluff; I didn’t have anything recorded, but I noticed several of the voices fell silent after my words. With an eye roll, I walked out without a backward glance. Behind me, the cries, lies, and twisted accusations from Queenie and Breanne swirled on, but none of it mattered anymore. The night wind cut against my skin like knives, but it was nothing compared to the icy weight inside my chest. I stopped, opening my palm. My nails had dug so deep that four bloody crescents scarred my skin. Did it hurt? Of course. But compared to the wounds life had dealt me, this was nothing. From childhood, my life had been a silent battle. No one shielded me. No one stopped the blows. No one cared enough to see the abuse I endured. The first lesson the world ever taught me was that tears won no pity, that dignity was defended with blood, and that weakness was trampled. Only strength allowed one to survive. I had long since learned to walk alone in the dark. The growing balance in my account, the skills I had sharpened-each one was a trophy snatched from fate’s claws. “Mum, Dad-soon. I just need a little more time. Once I’m strong enough-once I take back what’s rightfully ours-I will make them all suffer p> I looked up at the lonely moon peeking through the clouds. A single tear slipped down my cheek. Lucia Morh Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.