Lara:

Flashback:

"What are you waiting here for?" I asked her, folding my arms across my chest, watching Red run around my mansion like crazy.

"What did you do to my children?" she cried, making me roll my eyes at her.

"Well, I didn’t do anything. They drowned, okay? I didn’t know that little kids could not swim in the tub," I replied, checking my nails.

All this stupid runaround had chipped a nail. I had to get it done before anyone saw me with it.

"You killed my children?" Red’s voice came out shaky, making me look at her and suppress my laugh at how dramatic she was acting.

"Don’t be so dramatic. Kids are trouble anyway. Aren’t you happy I returned your single life to you? A life without any responsibilities?" I hissed, watching her start to break down.

It had been a good hour since she had passed out, and I had taken care of the children.

But now that she had woken up, she was asking me all those stupid questions that had nothing to do with me.

I stood there, watching her cry. I had thankfully gotten in contact with my father, and he told me he would return very soon.

I told him that Red and the children were taking a nap, so I had to get rid of her before he came back.

Once she was done crying, she suddenly got to her feet and rushed at me.

I dodged her in time, and she landed beside me on her knees, wincing in pain.

"Stupid," I remarked, shaking my head in disbelief at her audacity to attack me.

This is why I was against my father ever having a relationship with a woman like her.

Look at her, trying to attack that man’s daughter.

What kind of monster does that? What kind of ungrateful bitch does that?

Then I gestured to my guard to grab her. He did, quickly grabbing her and dragging her behind me as I walked all the way to the backyard.

Once there, I gestured for him to let her go. He dropped her onto the ground, and she began to look around again. Her eyes were constantly searching for her children.

"They are somewhere in this garden," I remarked before she could even ask me that question.

Her eyes widened, tears gathering in them.

"No, you are lying. You didn’t kill them," she uttered, pleading with me while I watched her with tiredness.

I hated dramatic people. And she was way too dramatic for my liking.

"Well, if you want to believe that, good for you. It saves me a crime," I remarked, shrugging my shoulders.

"But the truth is that your children are gone," I added, watching her once again break down dramatically.

She touched the ground with her fingers, getting mud under her nails, and I grimaced in disgust, gagging beside her.

Once she broke down and finished all the dramatic crying, she finally sniffled and started to get on her feet.

I knew the minute she was done mourning, she would become a problem for me.

So I was ready for it.

She rubbed her arm over her cheeks and eyes before straightening her back, her fists clenched beside her body as she glared at me.

"I will tell the council what you did." Those were the first words that came out of her mouth after her meltdown.

I kept staring at her, then gave her a cocky grin.

"You think I didn’t know you would come for my throat?" I began, not afraid of her.

When I planned all this, I did it with every aspect covered.

Of course, I knew she would try to come for me. I was prepared for it.

So it did not faze me. It did not surprise me.

In fact, I was just proud of myself for being prepared.

"What are you going to do to me, huh? Kill me too?" she asked in a small whimper that left her lips, making me cover my mouth and laugh a little at her.

"Kill you? No," I remarked. "If I did that, you would be free from great pain. Your misery would be over, and I wouldn’t want that. Besides, if you died, you would reunite with your children, right? Isn’t that what you believe?" I added, rolling my eyes.

"So I have decided something. I’ll let you stay alive, but I will show you first what I am capable of. Just in case you try to open your mouth," I continued, once again gesturing to one of my warriors to bring me what I had planned for her.

Acid.

"You think any kind of pain would stop me from asking for justice?" she grunted.

I stared at her before I began to laugh.

"Well, you will never be allowed to leave, so I don’t know why you would think that. I’ll keep you alive and let you go around talking to the council members," I said with a shrug. "You will stay in the pack, and no one will be stupid enough to communicate with you."

With that, as soon as she saw the acid bottle in my hand, her eyes widened. The next thing I knew, I threw the acid on her.

I wanted to set her on fire, and I bet it felt like that to her, but for now, I did not want to burn my beautiful garden down as well.

But I watched her cry and writhe in pain. It was honestly painful, but it was a must.

After I dumped her, I left her in the garden to cry. I was informed that my father had arrived.

I took him to the backyard and told him what I had done, and immediately, my father started to cry.

However, that fucking slut proved she was worse than I had imagined.

"Your daughter– your daughter did this to me. She killed our children," she screamed, pointing at me and complaining to my father, the man who was supposed to care for me.

Honestly, it immediately put me on high alert.

The way she was screaming and asking for justice made me wonder if leaving her alive was the right thing. What if my father got too emotional?

"What have you done?" my father blurted, turning to face me.

"She told you already. Why are you asking me?" I replied, giving him a blunt look.

"Have you lost your mind?" he screamed, coming at me.

However, he did not slap me because I stood confidently, not backing down even when he came at me.

"I have told you, I don’t want any siblings. Why didn’t you listen?" I said to my father, watching his face show that he was scared of me at that moment.

"She killed our children. You are not going to say anything to her?" the woman continued crying, trying to instigate my father against me.

"Your children are already dead. My father would be a fool to take any step against me for you or your dead children. I mean, look at yourself. You’re all ruined. Do you seriously think my father would do anything for you now?" I reminded her while she looked at my father, her face badly burned.

It looked so painful. I knew her wolf was sick, which is why I knew she would never heal.

My father looked at her for a few seconds before turning his face away.

"Throw her out."

As soon as he said that, I giggled at Red because, at that moment, I had truly won.

"You want me gone?" she asked my father, her voice filled with panic and disbelief.

"The children are gone anyway. I don’t see a reason why you should stay with me," my father remarked, making me feel proud of him at that moment.

But she seemed to be in far more shock than I had anticipated.

"No, you cannot do this to me. I lost everything for you, and you won’t even get me justice."

She cried nonstop, but my father did not show much mercy toward her.

I mean, what was he supposed to do? Arrest me for her?

"You two will face punishment one day. Everybody will know what you have done. The punishment is on the way. I will ask the moon goddess to punish you," she cried louder and louder while I watched the warriors drag her out.

My father didn’t look at her. He had turned his face away, silent tears leaving his eyes.

But I wanted to watch it, so I waited and watched every minute of it, her getting dragged out and crying. Every bit of it.

And once she was gone, I turned to face my father.

"Thank you, daddy, for not listening to her."

As soon as I said that, my father turned around and raised his hand.

He smacked me so hard that I landed in the garden, right underneath where the children lay cold now.

With my hand to my cheek, I looked at my father in shock.

"You have hurt me deeply. I’ll never forgive you for this, but since you’re my daughter, I’ll try to live with it and not hand you over to the council like I should."

Those were the words he said before he walked away from me.

End Of Flashback.