Rejected Mate's Vengeance
Chapter 4
“Sean? What’s wrong with you today? You’re hurting me.”
Kinley Taylor rubbed her reddened wrist, her voice tinged with irritation. I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white as I fought to suppress the surge of anger rising in my chest.
“Kinley… do you really hate her that much?”
At my words, Kinley’s head snapped up. The jealousy in her eyes burned like a wildfire, ready to consume everything in its path.
“Of course! Everyone knows the Herrera family has the perfect daughter, the brilliant Isabel. Who ever notices the one hiding in the shadows?”
“From the time I was a child, the Omegas always told me to behave, to not compete—but why?”
“Just because my mother was an Omega? Just because I was born two years later?”
She grabbed my hand, her eyes desperate for validation.
“Sean, don’t you hate her too? That wretch was your mate for three years, yet she still treated you like a Rogue!”
“Even though you’re at a crucial point in your career as Alpha… she kept the gold mine a secret. My father was such a fool, refusing to say anything before he died.”
She suddenly let out a low, mocking laugh.
“But it doesn’t matter now… I’m the one who won in the end… You’re mine… Ah!”
Her laughter cut off abruptly as my hand closed around her throat. Her perfectly painted face twisted in terror.
“Let… go…”
Her choked plea was barely audible as her legs kicked uselessly in the air. With just a little more pressure, Kinley would be gone forever.
But as her eyes began to glaze over, I released my grip. Kinley crumpled to the floor like a broken doll.
“Cough… cough…”
She clutched her neck, gasping for air, tears and smeared makeup streaking her face. I crouched down, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at me.
“So, you were the one who set the Herrera pack on fire?”
Kinley’s coughing stopped. She stared at me with wide, horrified eyes, as if I were a monster.
“Sean… have you lost your mind?”
Her voice was hoarse.
“That night… wasn’t it you who led the warriors to start the fire? You said… you wanted to make my father talk in the flames…”
Her words struck me like a thunderbolt. The night the Herrera pack burned, when Sean returned “drunk,” the dark stains on his clothes—they weren’t from alcohol.
It was fire oil.
And I, the fool, had been busy brewing him a healing potion…
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