Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 93

Orion's POV

I burst through the door of Evanthe's luxury suite without warning, my body vibrating with barely contained rage. I could feel my eyes flashing gold—my wolf eyes taking over—as I scanned her opulent space until I found her.

"Evanthe!" My voice thundered through the apartment, bouncing off the high ceilings.

She rose from her leather couch with that practiced grace she'd perfected over years, her perfect posture instantly shifting to a defensive stance.

"Orion, what's the meaning of this shouting in my private suite?" she asked, her voice cool and controlled despite the tension. "This isn't your training arena."

I stalked toward her, feeling every muscle in my body tense with anger. "You did it, didn't you?"

"Did what?" Evanthe's perfectly manicured eyebrow arched in question, her head tilting slightly in that way she always did when playing innocent.

"Don't play innocent, Evanthe. Tell me! Were you involved in that attack on Isolde?"

"What happened to Isolde?" she asked, her voice carefully modulated, too controlled for someone hearing about an attack for the first time.

"Stop the act. This was your careful planning, wasn't it?" I growled, closing the distance between us until I could detect the slight change in her heartbeat.

"Orion, I truly don't understand what you're talking about." Her voice remained steady, her expression neutral, but her scent had changed—anxiety mixed with something darker.

Anger surged through me, and I felt my wolf pushing harder against my control. "Don't fuck with me, Evanthe!" I roared. "Did you or did you not send a girl named Ash to drug Isolde? Did you arrange for several Lycan men to rape her? Was that you?"

Evanthe froze. For several heartbeats, she didn't move, didn't blink. Then, with unnatural calmness, she asked, "Who told you this?"

The shift in her demeanor was telling. Gone was the confused innocence, replaced by calculated assessment. I had her. My sister had always been a good actress, but not good enough to fool someone who'd known her since birth.

"The girl who drugged Isolde has been detained by Silver Moon security," I explained, my voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "She refuses to name names... says there were two women directing her, but she's afraid to say who because she fears retaliation..."

Evanthe's fingers tapped lightly against the surface of her coffee table—three quick taps, a nervous tic she'd had since childhood. "So you think one of them was me?"

"I know one was you. You've always been hostile toward Isolde." I could still remember the way she'd looked at Isolde during that first dinner, like a predator sizing up prey.

A cold laugh escaped Evanthe's lips. "And what do you plan to do about it? Lock me in the underground detention facility? We both know you don't have that authority."

"You only have accusations from a low-level employee. No actual evidence." She stepped closer to me, her voice dropping to a silky purr. "And even if I was involved—which I wasn't—would you really punish your only sister?"

Her fingers brushed across my shoulder, a gesture that might appear affectionate to an outsider but felt manipulative to me. I'd seen her use this exact same move on others to get her way. I stepped back, avoiding her touch.

"The only reason I'm not pursuing this further right now is because Isolde wasn't harmed..." I said, watching her carefully for any reaction.

"What?" Evanthe's composure shattered like glass. She screeched, her perfect complexion contorting with rage. "ISOLDE WASN'T HURT?"

The mask had slipped. In that moment of unguarded emotion, I saw the truth as clearly as if she'd confessed. My own sister had orchestrated an assault on an innocent woman.

"That's right. Your plan failed. Isolde wasn't touched by any of those Lycan men. Now you can go cry in a corner." I couldn't keep the disgust from my voice.

Evanthe's screams filled the room, bouncing off the walls of her pristine suite. "Orion, you have to stop these ridiculous accusations! I did not drug Isolde. I did not plan for anyone to assault her!"

Tears welled in her blue eyes as she switched tactics. "Orion, I can't believe you would accuse me to defend that woman... I'm so disappointed in you!"

I felt a momentary twinge of doubt as I watched tears spill down my sister's cheeks. We'd been through so much together, the only family we had left. But I hardened my heart, fixing her with an icy stare. I knew these tears—they were the same ones she'd used to avoid punishment as a child.

"Your behavior has been erratic lately, Evanthe, especially concerning Isolde," I said, my voice low and controlled. "Deep down, I hope and pray you had nothing to do with this, but the truth is, I don't even recognize you anymore, so I can't trust anything that comes out of your mouth!"

Evanthe's expression hardened, tears drying up instantly. "You're the one behaving strangely, Orion! All you do is fawn over that worthless woman. Don't try to drag me down with you. Don't be selfish enough to ruin our entire family's reputation!"

I stepped closer, towering over her. "The selfish one is you, Evanthe. Have you thought about what this kind of immoral crime would do to our family name if it was connected to you?"

I took another step forward, feeling my golden eyes boring into her blue ones. "Between us, who is the truly selfish one?"

Evanthe fell silent, her anger evident in her clenched fists as she looked away. The scent of her rage filled the room, sharp and acrid.

"That's what I thought," I said quietly.

I turned toward the door but stopped halfway, turning back to face her one more time. The woman standing before me looked like my sister, but something had changed in her—or perhaps it had always been there, and I'd been blind to it.

"Organizing a group of men to assault a fellow female? Is that really how low you're willing to sink?" The words tasted bitter in my mouth.

"I SAID I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! GET OUT!" Evanthe screamed, nearly hysterical now, her carefully constructed image completely shattered.

I gave a cold laugh and shook my head, disappointment heavy in my chest. This was my little sister—the girl I'd protected and trained, whose nightmares I'd chased away. Now she'd become someone I barely recognized.

"Your thoughts and actions are unworthy of your elegant appearance and our family's position. I'm disappointed in you."

The door slammed behind me with enough force to rattle the artwork on Evanthe's walls. In the hallway, I paused, listening to the sounds of rage coming from within the suite. Something crashed against the wall—probably one of her vases.

*Someone needs to teach her a lesson,* I thought grimly as I walked away. *But I'm afraid that will only make her more dangerous.*