Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 228

Thalia's POV

When the heavy door finally opened, I watched as two guards escorted Sybilla inside, her wrists bound in electronic restraints that blinked red against her orange jumpsuit.

Her blonde hair hung limp and unwashed, dark circles shadowed her eyes.

"Do I fucking have to see her?" Sybilla snapped at the guard, her voice carrying that familiar edge of entitlement even in these circumstances.

I straightened in my chair, forcing my voice to remain steady. "Hello, Sybilla."

The guard's voice was firm and unyielding. "Sit down. Now."

Sybilla's green eyes locked onto mine with undisguised hostility as she reluctantly took the seat across from me.

"I heard you the first time, Thalia," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "I'm not responding to your damn greeting."

"Did it take you this long to come do this?" she continued, leaning forward aggressively. "Or are you just here to gloat and pretend you're innocent?"

Before I could respond, she slammed her restrained hands against the reinforced glass partition between us, the sound reverberating through the room. Her face was inches from mine now, separated only by the barrier.

"I know you're here to mock me," she hissed. "So go ahead. Look at poor Sybilla now."

"No," I said firmly, meeting her gaze without flinching. "Of course not. I'm not here to mock you."

Sybilla threw her head back and laughed—a harsh, hystetical sound that sent chills down my spine. But I could hear the pain underneath it, the raw anguish of someone who had lost everything. There was even a trace of remorse buried deep in that bitter laughter, and despite everything she had done, I felt a stab of sympathy for her.

*Evanthe used her,* I realized. *Just like she used everyone else.*

"Sybilla, I'm serious," I pressed. "I'm not here to mock you."

Her laughter died abruptly, and she fixed me with a suspicious stare. "Then what? Are you here to report back to Isolde about how pathetic I look?"

I took a deep breath, steadying myself for what I was about to reveal. "I'm here to talk to you about Evanthe."

The change in Sybilla was immediate and dramatic. Her jaw twitched, her teeth clenched. The name had struck a nerve, just as I'd expected.

"Evanthe is in big trouble," I continued, watching her reaction carefully. "But she doesn't know it yet."

Sybilla's breathing quickened, her hands forming fists on the table. "What kind of trouble?"

"She was pregnant with someone else's child and lied to Lycan King Ezra, claiming it was his. Then she used poison to terminate the pregnancy herself and framed Isolde for it." I paused, letting the words sink in. "Isolde is locked up right now because of Evanthe's lies. We need evidence to prove what Evanthe really did."

Sybilla's eyes widened, a mix of shock and something that looked dangerously close to satisfaction crossing her features. "And you think I have evidence you need?"

"Do you think I would help that bitch Isolde who stole everything from me?" she spat, but I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

I leaned forward, my voice urgent but gentle. "We already have enough evidence to prove Evanthe killed her own child and that it wasn't Ezra's. But that's not enough to give her the severe punishment she deserves for all the lives she's destroyed."

Sybilla was listening now, her hostility wavering.

"You worked with Evanthe longer than anyone," I continued. "You know things—enough to make sure she gets what she deserves when this all comes out."

"Think about it, Sybilla. Evanthe betrayed you. You're sitting here paying for her crimes while she's probably planning her next move. Is that fair?"

"If you can tell me something, or point me toward some people or places where I can find evidence against her, I promise Evanthe will be brought to justice, and your sentence will be reduced. What do you say?"

For a long moment, Sybilla stared at me in silence. Then, so quietly I almost missed it, she whispered, "Terry Perez."

I felt my heart skip a beat. "Who is that?"

"Terry Perez is a cybersecurity technician at Silver Moon Group," she said, her voice growing stronger. "He has connections to headquarters. Evanthe paid him to hide surveillance footage that could be used against her—recordings of her secret meetings, her plans, even conversations where she ordered servants to poison Ash."

*Ash.* The girl who had arrived at the Moon Alliance Program the same day as Isolde. I remembered her—young, frightened, trusting. And Evanthe had poisoned her.

"I'll tell Security Director Orion to handle this," I said, my voice tight with controlled anger.

Sybilla's eyes widened. "Security Director Orion? Isn't that Evanthe's brother? What makes you think he'll do anything about this?"

"Orion isn't on Evanthe's side," I assured her. "He's working to bring her down too. His sense of family honor matters more to him than protecting his sister."

Sybilla seemed to consider this, then nodded slowly. "If Evanthe really was pregnant, there's only one person who could be the father, and it's not Lycan King Ezra."

My pulse quickened. "Who?"

"Name is Atlas," she said, her voice gaining momentum now that she had committed to talking. "He's a software engineer. He's Evanthe's true mate, but she's always refused to acknowledge it because she wanted to be Luna more than anything else."

I felt my jaw drop. In the werewolf world, rejecting your mate to pursue someone else was one of the greatest taboos. The fact that Evanthe had not only betrayed her fated mate but also deceived Ezra was beyond shocking.

"She—" I started to say, but Sybilla cut me off.

"She's a lying, cheating, manipulative bitch," Sybilla snarled, her voice rising with years of suppressed rage. "She used me, made me a pawn in her schemes, and then threw me away without a second thought when I was no longer useful."

Her hands were shaking now, whether from anger or emotion, I couldn't tell.

"If you don't bring her to justice, I'll never forgive you," she continued fiercely. "She made me complicit in her plans and then abandoned me to face the consequences alone."

"I won't let you down, Sybilla," I promised, my voice firm with conviction. "I'll make good use of this information. I swear."

She nodded, seeming to find some peace in my words. "If you need me to testify, you know where to find me. I'm ready to pay any price to bring that bitch down, even if it means admitting my mistakes in front of everyone."

There was a strength in her voice now that hadn't been there before—the strength of someone who had finally chosen a side and was ready to fight for it.

"Now you've got what you wanted," Sybilla said, pushing back from the table. "I want to go back. This place is more suffocating than being around Evanthe."

I smiled. "Thank you, Sybilla. This changes everything.