Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 205

Lisa's POV

When I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the heaviness of my body. My head throbbed as if someone had split it open with an axe, every pulse of my heart sending waves of pain through my skull. My arms ached, my legs ached, and my chest felt like it was caving in.

Then the realization hit me. I couldn’t move.

I tried lifting my arms, but they wouldn’t budge. Panic surged through me as I tugged harder, only to feel the sharp bite of rope cutting into my skin. My wrists were bound tightly behind the back of a chair, and when I shifted my legs, I realized my ankles were tied too. The wood pressed harshly against my spine, the edges digging into me every time I breathed.

My heart pounded. Where was I?

The room was dim, lit only by a lantern in the corner. The walls were stone, damp and cold, with water dripping somewhere in the shadows. A foul stench of blood and rust filled the air, burning the inside of my nose. I turned my head slightly and noticed the glint of tools on a nearby table—rusted blades, clamps, chains. My stomach churned violently.

Then I heard it.

The sound of heels clicking slowly across the floor. A mocking, deliberate rhythm, as though each step was meant to echo in my bones. My eyes darted toward the sound, and I saw her.

Irene.

She stepped into the weak glow of the lantern, her lips stretched into a smile that made my blood run cold. Her hair was perfectly arranged, her gown neat, but her eyes… they gleamed with unrestrained malice. She looked at me as though I were nothing more than prey caught in her trap.

“Well, look who’s finally awake,” she purred, tilting her head like a predator playing with its food. “I was beginning to think you’d die before I got to have my fun.”

My throat felt dry, my voice cracked when I tried to speak. “What… what do you think you’re doing?”

Her smile widened as she stopped in front of me. She crouched down slightly, bringing her face closer to mine. “What am I doing?” she repeated in a whisper, her breath brushing against my skin. “I’m teaching you your place.”

Her hand shot out suddenly, grabbing my chin and forcing my face upward. Her nails dug into my skin as she studied me, her gaze filled with contempt. Then, without warning, she slapped me hard across the face. My head snapped to the side, and the sting burned across my cheek.

“Do you know what I see when I look at you, Lisa?” she hissed. “I see a pathetic little bitch who thinks she can waltz into this house, poison our Alpha, and steal my husband’s sympathy.”

My chest tightened. “That’s not true—”

Another slap silenced me, harsher than the first. Tears stung my eyes, not from weakness, but from the sheer force of the blow. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself not to cry out.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” Irene continued, pacing slowly in front of me. “All this talk about healing, saving lives, your oh-so-precious powers. But I know the truth. You’re nothing but a curse. You killed Baron, and I’ll make sure everyone knows it.”

I forced myself to meet her gaze, my voice trembling but firm. “You pulled a stunt. I don’t know how you did it, but I know you tampered with that potion. You set me up.”

Her laughter rang out, sharp and cruel. She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Oh, you’re smarter than I thought. Yes, maybe I did nudge things a little. But who do you think they’ll believe? Me, or the outsider with blood on her lips?”

Rage boiled inside me, but I kept my voice steady. “You might have won this game for now, Irene, but you won’t escape the truth. One day, it’ll come for you. You’ll meet your end, and when you do, it’ll be by your own poison.”

Her smile faltered for just a second before twisting into something even darker. She reached behind her, pulling something from the table. My stomach dropped when I saw the glint of silver.

A dagger.

The blade gleamed under the lantern’s light, cruel and sharp. My breath caught in my throat. I tried to shift, to pull away, but the ropes cut deeper into my wrists. I was trapped.

“Do you know what this is?” she asked almost sweetly, running the flat of the blade across my cheek. The cold metal burned against my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “Silver. Deadly to your kind, isn’t it? Not enough to kill instantly—not unless I stab you in the heart—but enough to burn, to rot, to make you scream.”

She pressed the tip of the dagger against my collarbone, not piercing, just resting it there. The threat was enough to make my heart race violently.

“Go on,” she whispered. “Tell me again how I’ll meet my end. Tell me again how you’ll stop me.”

I stared straight into her eyes, refusing to let her see my fear. My voice was hoarse, but my words were steady. “Do what you want. Break my body, burn my skin, stab me all you like. But know this, Irene—you’ll never break me. And you’ll never have peace. Not after what you’ve done.”

Her face twisted with rage. Without warning, she shoved the dagger into my side.

The scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. The pain was indescribable, white-hot fire exploding through my body. The silver burned as though molten metal had been poured into my veins. My muscles convulsed, my hands straining violently against the ropes, but there was no escape.

Irene’s laughter filled the room as she twisted the blade slowly, savoring every second. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision, but I bit down on my lip, refusing to give her the satisfaction of begging.

“You see?” she mocked, leaning close to watch my agony. “Even your stubborn mouth can’t hide the truth of what you are. Weak. Pathetic. And soon, forgotten.”

I gasped, my voice breaking, but I forced the words out anyway. “I may be weak now… but you… will drown… in your own lies.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she yanked the dagger out. My body jerked, fresh waves of pain tearing through me. Blood poured from the wound, hot and sticky, soaking my clothes and dripping onto the floor.

She stood tall, twirling the dagger in her hand as though she hadn’t just carved into me. Her smile returned, cold and merciless. “Oh, Lisa… this is only the beginning.”

The room spun around me, pain clawing through every nerve. I could feel my strength draining, my body trembling violently. The ropes cut deeper as I fought them, my breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

But even through the agony, one thought anchored me.

Irene might think she had won tonight. She might think she had broken me. But this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

And she knew it too.

That was why she kept stabbing.

That was why she kept laughing.

That was why she needed me to scream.

Because deep down, Irene was afraid.

Afraid of me.

Afraid of the truth that would one day consume her.

And as her blade cut into me again, as my vision darkened at the edges and my body trembled with pain, I clung to that truth like a lifeline.

She hadn’t broken me.