Maximus

"Could the caller be toying with us?" Leo questioned, exhaling a puff of smoke from his cigarette, looking at me, "I highly doubt Morgana had the courage to pull off something like this. She's always been focused on fucking pleasing Dad, hardly the daring type."

He was right but at the same time, we couldn't simply ignore what we'd heard.

"I have my own doubts, but we can't dismiss what was said," I remarked with a sigh. "This involves our mother; we can't afford to take it lightly. We might end up losing important clues to the truth."

"True, but do we really want to follow through with our plan? Killing Maya for Morgana's actions?" Leo sounded uncertain, his voice was low, eyes full of doubt, "If it turns out that mistress is the fucking murderer, are we going to do what we decided? Is it necessary?"

Normally, I would've waved off his comment and urged him to stay focused on our decision. However, I found myself wavering on our resolution this time.

I wasn't sure...if it was necessary.

We've inflicted enough torment upon her, yet none of it has brought even the slightest bit of relief. Revenge was supposed to bring peace, but each time her tears fell, it only wrought destruction—both for me and Leo. Her pain seemed to stir up an inexplicable turmoil within us that we didn't desire.

"I'm not certain," I admitted, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration. "We agreed she should face consequences, but she's paying for Morgana's actions, which should rightly fall on that selfish woman alone. I question if she genuinely cares for Maya, or if Maya's life even holds any weight to her... We've been making decisions based on surface observations without delving deeper into these matters."

"So, should we confront her or investigate this ourselves?" I could sense his urgency to be with Maya; he had been on edge ever since she left the room. Even amidst the presence of the women sprawled across our bed, even when we fucked her to cause Maya pain, and even now as these two whores still laid on the bed, anticipating a round two that none of us, not me or Leo, wanted, our concern for Maya was there, lingering unshakably.

It was as if she was imprinted in our hearts.

Fuck. she was.

She was there in every breath I took, every time this smoke travelled through my lungs, and every time I blinked, she was there, even in the darkness.

But....

There was a haunting pain in her eyes today, a depth of emotion she struggled to express. It seemed like she wanted to communicate something crucial, yet she was unable to articulate it.

Did she really have something to tell us? I didn't know.

Initially, in the heat of my anger, a part of me believed she might be here to shield Morgana or divert our attention from her mother. But somehow, that explanation didn't ring true.

After all, not everything we see is true, is it?

"Would asking her really help? I doubt it. She'd probably despise facing us after what just happened," I uttered with a bitter chuckle. "It's a grim realization, isn't it? We've become monsters in our own right."

"It was our decision, Max. Instead of dwelling on regret for what we've just done, shouldn't we ask her directly where she stands— with her mother Morgana, or with us?"

"But she always claimed she'd never be like her mother. Doesn't that imply she sought something better than being by her mother's side?" The question slipped out, revealing a delayed realization I had sidestepped in the pursuit of what we termed as 'revenge.'

"Regardless, I refuse to fucking sit here and do nothing. I'm going to her." Leonardo abruptly rose, but both he and I froze in our tracks.

An intense, stabbing pain pierced through my chest, as if a thousand daggers were thrust into my heart, shattering my train of thought and compelling me to confront the agony head-on.

Damn it!

"Is it what I think it is?" Leonardo's face contorted in pain as he gripped his chest, sinking back into his seat, a sheen of cold sweat on his forehead. "She can't just..."

"She did," I hissed, squeezing my eyes shut. The pain intensified with each passing moment. "She fucking rejected us."

It was a blow worse than I anticipated, unexpected even after everything. If she intended to take such a step, why now, when she could have done so earlier?

"Damn it. This is painful," Leonardo groaned, rising and slamming his fist into the wall.

"Alpha, are you alright?" one of the bitches dared to inquire.

"Shut the fuck up!" Leonardo snarled, and she recoiled instantly.

"Stay calm... stay calm..." I murmured to myself, clenching my fists, attempting to endure the overwhelming emotions. The pain that shattered me into pieces.

So, she really went through with it? Just like that?

"How could she do this?" I growled, the armrest of the chair fracturing under my grip, my fingers splintering the wood.

"Isn't it fucking obvious? She should've done it ages ago," Leonardo chuckled, his composure slipping entirely. "We've messed up big time, Max. I don't know about you, but I'm going to her. She might try to flee now that she's rejected us... I can't let that happen. I'd rather die than watch her slip away."

He stormed out of the room, and before I even realized it, I found my feet following suit.