Fate's Dark Side Chapter 244

I knew she could see my intent, and she knew she would not last on a one-on-one with me.

Max wasn't around. I would have beaten the shit out of her before he returned. I did not plan to touch her, but I knew that was what she was thinking.

She was reluctant at first, then she smiled and got up to clean the mess, but she was so slow that I decided I would eat at the pack house. There may be some leftovers in the fridge there.

I went to the pack house and ate, then hung around a bit so I would just sleep when I got home.

I returned home only to find Max on the couch, fuming angrily.

I wanted to walk past him and go to my room, but he didn't let me.

"What did you do to Michelle?" he asked, and I frowned.

I did not understand.

"I came home and found my men helping her. She had bruises on her, and they found this on her wrist," he said, showing a thin silver bracelet used for torture. It was one of the ones I kept in the house for protection. Usually, it was best to clamp it around your attacker's wolf's hind leg, forcing them to shift back to their human form and allowing me to beat the shit out of them. How did Michelle get her hands on it?

"When did you become so wicked, Avery? I get your tantrums, but this? You clamped silver on her wrist and beat the shit out of her simply because you were hungry and the dinner was finished. I know you are jealous and do not want to share, but this is extreme, Avery. Did you think I wouldn't find out? Unfortunately for you, she passed out on the floor, so she could not free herself like you ordered her to. I am glad my men helped her because if she had freed herself, her wounds would heal, and it would be your word against hers," he said, and I was in shock. I was so shocked I could not speak.

"All I asked her to do was clean her mess in the kitchen because I wanted to cook. She was rude about it, and I insisted. She went to clean it eventually without me touching her. She was too slow about it, so I went to the pack house to eat the leftovers; where is all this coming from?" I asked him, and he shook his head, livid.

"Liar!" he yelled at me with command, and I shook and stepped back out of fear.

"Fucking Liar. She told me she was cleaning the kitchen and you got angry that there was no meal for you. I know you, Ave. I know you are quick-tempered and impatient," he said, and I was shocked.

"I might be quick-tempered, but that is too silly for me to beat her like this," I said, and he shook his head.

"She said you got angry and told her you wished she could disappear and that she is not wanted in this house. She tried to reason with you, and you got mad and slapped her. She threatened to tell me. You went to the room while she continued the cleaning, only for you to return and clamp the silver around her wrist and beat her with the kitchen utensils. Then you threw the bracelet key at her to release the cuffs by herself; you also told her to make sure the mess is clean before you return, and if she tells me, you will do worse to her..." he said.

I looked in the direction of the kitchen, trying to figure out how she would make up such a story.

"The kitchen is a mess. It has your scent, and her blood is everywhere, Avery," he said, and I went to the kitchen and lo and behold, he wasn't lying. There was a terrible mess of broken things, dented pots and pans with blood on them.