CHAPTER 128: 128 - YOUR LIES

128

~Damon’s POV

I stormed out of the lounge after the fight with Kael and Rowan. My knuckles were throbbing, blood staining the edge of my hand, but I didn’t care. My chest felt heavy, rage boiling inside me like fire.

I couldn’t get Lisa’s face out of my head, her tears, her broken voice, the way she looked at me like she had lost every shred of herself. I hated my brothers for what they did, but most of all, I hated myself for not being there to stop it.

I walked straight to her room. My steps were heavy, almost dragging, but my anger kept me moving. When I got to her door, I hesitated for a second. My hand hovered above the handle. I wanted to comfort her, but I didn’t know if I even had the right.

Finally, I pushed the door open slowly.

She was there.

Curled up on the bed, her knees pulled to her chest, her body shaking. The sight of her broke me. My strong Lisa... reduced to this. My throat tightened.

"Lisa..." I whispered, stepping closer.

Her head shot up immediately. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face stained with tears.

"Get out!" she screamed, her voice cracking.

I froze. "Lisa, it’s me. Damon."

"I don’t care!" she yelled louder. Her voice was sharp like knives cutting into me. "Leave me alone! Don’t you dare come near me!"

I swallowed hard, my chest twisting. "I just wanted to see you... to make sure you’re okay..."

"Okay?" she cut me off with a bitter laugh. "You think I’m okay? After what your brothers did to me?"

Her words sliced through me deeper than any punch Kael or Rowan had ever thrown. I stepped closer, my hands slightly raised. "Lisa, please. I didn’t know... I would never..."

"Shut up!" she screamed again, her voice raw. "You’re all the same! Monsters! All of you!"

I staggered back like she had slapped me.

"Get out!" she sobbed, clutching her blanket tighter around her. "I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to hear your voice. Just leave me the hell alone!"

My lips parted, but no words came out. My chest ached so badly I thought I might collapse right there.

Her eyes burned into me, full of anger, pain, and betrayal.

I wanted to go to her, to hold her, to tell her she was safe with me. But she didn’t want me. She hated me.

So I turned around slowly.

My footsteps felt heavier than ever as I walked out of her room. The sound of her muffled sobs followed me down the hall, echoing in my head.

When I closed her door behind me, I leaned against it, pressing my forehead to the wood.

I didn’t even know how long I stood there. Eventually, I forced myself to walk back to my lounge.

When I pushed the door open, laughter spilled out. The smell of alcohol filled the air.

And there they were.

Kael. Rowan. And Belinda.

The three of them were sitting close together, like they had no care in the world. The lounge was dim, the golden light from the chandelier flickering over their faces, making the whole scene look like something out of a twisted painting. They had a bottle of whiskey on the glass table in front of them, half-empty, and three crystal glasses filled to the brim. The smell of alcohol was thick in the air, mixing with Belinda’s heavy perfume, the kind that clung to her skin and spread through the room.

Belinda sat right in the middle, like a queen who owned the space. She wore a short silk dress, black, the kind that barely covered her thighs. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders as she leaned back, her arms wrapped lazily around both of them, one hand playing with Rowan’s collar, the other resting on Kael’s chest. She had a smile plastered on her face, playful, smug, like she knew exactly what she was doing to them.

Rowan leaned into her from the left, his lips brushing against her neck. He kissed her slowly at first, then deeper, leaving trails that made her giggle. She tilted her head back, exposing more of her skin for him, her laughter echoing like she wanted the whole room to hear it. Rowan looked pleased with himself, his hand slipping around her waist, holding her tight, like he was showing her off and daring anyone to challenge him.

On the other side, Kael’s hand slid boldly across her thigh. His fingers traced the line of her skin, moving higher each time. He didn’t even try to hide it. He smirked, his eyes dark, as if enjoying the way she squirmed slightly under his touch. He raised his glass with his other hand, sipping his whiskey like nothing in the world mattered but this moment.

My stomach turned.

I walked in without a word. They didn’t even notice me at first. I went straight to the table, grabbed a cup, and poured myself whiskey. My hand shook slightly, but I forced it steady.

When I finally spoke, my voice was cold.

"Stop tormenting her."

The room went quiet for a second. Belinda stopped giggling and glanced at me. Kael leaned back lazily, smirking. Rowan’s arm stayed around Belinda.

"What are you talking about?" Kael asked, tilting his head.

"You know damn well what I’m talking about," I snapped, my voice sharp. "Lisa. Stop tormenting Lisa. Haven’t you done enough?"

Rowan chuckled darkly. "You’re still on about her?" He shook his head. "You never learn, Damon."

I slammed the cup on the table, glaring at both of them. "I don’t care what you say. After all, you already broke the rules for Belinda. You’ve been sneaking her into your bed, parading her around like your Luna. You already have her! Isn’t that enough?"

Belinda smirked but said nothing. She just leaned closer into Rowan, her eyes glittering with pride.

Kael scoffed, shaking his head. "You really don’t get it, do you?"

"Get what?" I snapped.

He leaned forward, his eyes locking on mine. "We’ve already decided. Belinda will be crowned as our Luna next month."

My heart sank. "What?"

Rowan smirked, sipping from his glass. "You heard him. The decision’s been made. The two of us agreed. We don’t need your input."

I clenched my jaw so tight it hurt. "And Lisa? What about her?"

Rowan’s smirk widened into something cruel. "She’s just a worthless human. A distraction. Nothing more."

My fists clenched at my sides, shaking. "You bastards..."

Kael leaned back, chuckling under his breath. "Go on, Damon. Keep wasting your time with her if you want. The more you cling to that pathetic girl, the weaker you look."

I scoffed, forcing out a bitter laugh. "Fine. Do as you wish. Crown Belinda. Live your lies."

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and stood up, my eyes burning with anger. "But leave Lisa out of your twisted games. She’s suffered enough because of you."