Helanie:
That fear I used to feel whenever I faced one of them after that night—I would start shaking, freeze for a few seconds, and tears would fill my eyes, it was no longer there.
But this time, I stood tall. Confident.
I didn’t know why, but it felt as if I had been waiting for this moment to arrive.
Rhiz clicked his tongue as he locked the door behind him. He was trying his best to look intimidating. And I say this with the utmost respect—but I wasn’t scared of him.
I calmly folded my arms across my chest and raised a brow. This confidence, this calm—it had to be coming from the one who had finally awakened inside me.
"I see you’re not crying for help anymore," he said, turning around and leaning back against the door. His hands slipped into his pockets.
"I used to think of you as a monster. The big bad wolf who got me that night," I said quietly. "I thought when I saw you again, I’d shatter all over again. I used to picture your face and wonder—will I be able to look at it without falling apart?"
I met his eyes, kept my voice low, calm.
"But now that I’m seeing you, standing right in front of me... I realize you were only scary because I made you scary. You were only ’manly’ because you attacked a vulnerable woman without an active wolf."
The way his smirk faltered just because I wasn’t afraid—that told me everything I needed to know.
"Ohh, confidence," he sneered. "Well, will it hurt your feelings to know I already knew you’ve grown confident? I’ve been hearing all sorts of nonsense—court cases, trials, challenges—"
He kept talking, but I started laughing. The sound of it silenced him.
"That’s why you were hiding," I said simply.
His smirk vanished completely.
"You know what," he growled, stepping toward me, "you looked even more gorgeous when you had my cock down your throat and couldn’t speak. Remember how you cried? Begged us to let you go. Your pendant in your neck but it was so easy for us to tell everyone that it was off."
He hissed, expecting me to flinch.
"You shouldn’t have come here alone," he said, getting closer.
I didn’t move. I didn’t need to.
"I’m not the same girl you remember," I said, my voice calm and sure. Even with him towering over me, I didn’t fear him. I was ready.
He laughed.
"You? What can you do?"
He bent down to level his face with mine, trying to emphasize the height difference.
Was that his move? To remind me he was taller? Bigger?
Before he could blink, I punched him in the stomach. Hard.
He doubled over, gasping for air.
Before he could straighten up, I kicked his legs out from under him. He crashed to the floor with a loud thud.
I stepped back, breathing steady.
He looked up at me, eyes wide, shock written across his face.
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