Maya

"You must have lost your damn mind, Camila," I retorted, attempting to walk past her, but she seized my hand and shoved me against the sink.

"Don't act so fucking innocent, Maya. I know you went to the Alphas and told them I hit you when I never did! That's why they did this to me!" She rolled up her hoodie sleeves, revealing horrible burn marks on both hands—it looked like someone used a lighter and held it on those spots until the skin began to simmer, "You lying bitch! Why did you fabricate this when you're already the next Luna?!"

They did this to her?

And suddenly, it dawned on me.

Oh no, last night... they thought it was her who harmed me!

"Camila, there's a terrible misunderstanding here," I struggled to maintain a calm tone, though every inch of my body still throbbed in agony. Despite knowing she endured this unjustly, I couldn't bring myself to explain because the pain I felt was inexplicable, "I'm sorry for what happened, but believe me, I never lied to them. I didn't even mention your name."

"You fucking piece of shit, don't you dare lie!" She gripped my face, rage blazing in her eyes, "I always knew you weren't the innocent girl you pretend to fucking be. You're a whore. A fucking cheap whore who's now using our past feud to unleash her anger on me. You were calling me names the other day, and now? Did you win them over by doing what you do best? Sucking their cocks?! I bet you did."

This fucking bitch....

I had a sliver of sympathy for her, but it evaporated instantly, replaced by memories of her countless abuses from last year. From shoving me into lockers, leaving prominent bruises on my face and neck that I had to conceal for days, to orchestrating bullying incidents, even causing me to fall on a wet floor and almost break my nose; she'd put me through hell before I stopped being her weak punching bag.

Looking at her now, it seemed like the Twins had done me a single favor in their lives—teaching her a lesson by beating the crap out of her.

"You know what, Camila? I was almost feeling sorry for you a moment ago," I removed her hand from my cheek. "But now, I think they did the right thing. After all, you needed to pay for your sins anyway. So why not thank me for relieving you of the burdens on your way to heaven?"

Her anger surged, evident in her tightened grip on my hand.

Her nails dug into my wrist, and a sharp hiss escaped my lips as I attempted to pull away, but she held on with all her might.

It was apparent she sought revenge by causing me pain, and oddly, I lacked the desire to resist. Despite her deserving repercussions, a sense of guilt lingered, knowing she endured unspeakable horrors.

I had never believed in retaliating against someone for hurting you, especially not in such a drastic manner as the Twins.

"You know what? You've just confirmed what everyone says about you, Maya. You're a whore just like your damn mother. The daughter of a mistress will always be a fucking mistress," she spat venomously, "You've already become one, and mark my words—the Alphas won't keep you for long. It's no secret they despise you. You might end up just like Luna Ayla because I've seen your precious Mates taking Penelope to the science wing for their skilled and pleasurable sex experiments. And judging by how you're losing it here, I'm sure you felt it and maybe even saw it…cause their marks on your neck are giving away the truth. So, fucking good luck dealing with this shit because you might be the Luna now, but you're just a reflection of Luna Ayla's fate."

I felt utterly weakened—emotionally and physically drained. My strength had evaporated because of what I had seen, rendering me incapable of even speaking, let alone moving, though I itched to slap her.

"But you're more of a reflection of my mother, or worse!" I let out a bitter chuckle. "You sold yourself to them, sucked their dicks, yet you gained nothing. My mother aimed for power and wealth, which she achieved but lacked respect. And you... you were Maximus's slave for a year and gained absolutely nothing. So what does that make you? A pathetic fucking loser?"

Anger twisted her features, and before I could react, she thrust my head against the mirror behind me. My forehead and the side of my face collided with the glass, a small cut forming at the corner of my lips. Predictable, yet infuriatingly painful.

"Yes, I'm a damn loser, but you're no fucking winner either! How dare you speak back, you filthy daughter of a wretch?!" She raised her hand to strike me, and this time, summoning all my remaining strength, I delivered a tight slap across her face, causing her to tumble to the ground.

Fucking sickening nuisance!

"I fucking told you to stay the hell away from me, didn't I?" I hissed, seizing a fistful of her hair and forcefully pulling her up. "Your dear Alphas hurt you, so deal with them. Not me! Can't you fucming understand?! Don't come after me for no damn reason!"

"You're the reason they hurt me, you damn bitch!" She struggled against my hold, but I kept her firmly gripped.

"No, you're the damn reason you got hurt. It's your own fucking sins," I spat out, shoving her aside. She almost stumbled, unable to fight me either with physical strength or with her petty tactics. "Stop wallowing in self-pity and grow a backbone. Neither Maximus nor Leonardo wants you. So, get a grip and move on. Pursuing such monsters for a title filled with filth and darkness won't do you any good, Camila. I'm saying this for your own damn sake, and I hope you can fucking see that by now."

Without sparing her another glance, I walked out of the bathroom, my mind set on where I was heading. The mate bond granted me the uncanny ability to track their locations, and those cursed marks on my neck ensured I couldn't escape the flashes of them engaging with someone else.

Taking the lift to the eighth floor, I spotted them both standing by an open window at the end of the corridor. Their disheveled hair and swollen lips were evidence of their recent escapades, but thankfully, their current plaything was nowhere in sight.

"Well, it seems you caught a glimpse," Maximus remarked, lighting up a cigar. The embers cast an eerie glow on his face as he took a drag before passing it to Leonardo.

"Tell us, did you enjoy the show? Did it thrill you,Puppet?" Leonardo inquired, trying to evoke a reaction. However, their attempts to trigger a memory didn't faze me much, given the intense turmoil brewing within me, "Let me tell you before you answer—we fucking loved it."

"Her cunt's so much better than yours, Piegon," Maximus taunted, his daring eyes fixed on me.

That was the breaking point. That was just it where I fucking lost it! 

Without hesitation, I stormed towards them and delivered a stinging slap across Maximus's face. His head turned to the side, freezing in shock as his hand slowly reached up to touch his cheek, as though disbelief clouded his expression.

"Monster..." I seethed. "Damned monster."

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Leonardo snarled in fury, attempting to step closer, but before he could reach me, I landed a forceful slap on his face, mirroring the same side I'd struck his brother.

Enough was enough. If I were to endure hell, I would make sure they tasted a fraction of it as well.