LYDIA'S POV

　　She laughed, a cold and heartless sound that echoed in my mind. "You took everything from me. You are the reason my life got ruined and now you deserve everything that's coming your way," she said, then she charged toward me and dragged me by my hair into a familiar room.

　　I recognized the room instantly—it was the room where I had spent so many nights crying myself to sleep after every unreasonable punishment I received in the pack. The memories flooded back, amplifying the pain and despair I already felt. She threw me to the ground, and I landed hard, gasping for breath.

　　"You see this place?" she sneered. "This is where you belong. On the ground, broken and helpless."

　　I struggled to get up, my vision blurry from tears and pain. "Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?"

　　"You exist," she spat. "That's enough. You were the reason my family, my life, everything got ruined. You are a thorn in my life."

　　I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of pain and confusion. "I never wanted to hurt you. I didn't know—"

　　"Of course, you didn't," she interrupted, her voice dripping with venom. "You are an innocent little lamb, but I know your true face."

　　I stood up on my trembling limbs and looked at her. "I did nothing to deserve such hate from you. It was you and your family who ruined me completely. You are the reason my life got ruined. I was nothing but a shell of a person. Your arrogant son and your cruel mate scarred me for life."

　　I said, gritting through my words. The anger and pain surged through me, giving me a momentary strength.

　　"How dare you accuse me? It seems you have truly forgotten your place. Let me refresh your memory." She said, her eyes narrowing with malice. Before I could react, she locked me inside the room.

　　Panic surged through me as I tried to open the door, but it was no use. The sound of heavy footsteps behind me made my blood run cold. I turned slowly, my heart pounding in my chest, and came face to face with Alpha Cameron.

　　My worst nightmare.

　　He stood there, his presence as imposing as ever, his eyes filled with the same cold, calculating cruelty I remembered. The room seemed to shrink, suffocating me with memories of past torment.

　　"Hello, Lydia," he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. "It's been a while."

　　I backed away, my back hitting the wall. "This isn't real," I whispered to myself. "This is just another hallucination. It can't hurt me."

　　"Oh, it's very real," he said, stepping closer. "And this time, there's no one to save you."

　　I tried to steady my breathing, focusing on the fact that this was just a test. But the terror was overwhelming, and I could feel myself losing grip on reality.

　　"You're nothing without your father," he sneered. "A weak, pathetic girl pretending to be strong."

　　And you are a monster!" I shouted in his face, feeling a surge of defiance.

　　But that was probably my worst mistake. His eyes gleamed with a savage light, and he actually turned into a grotesque, monstrous form. His slap was so powerful that stars danced in my vision, and before I could recover, he threw me over his shoulder.

　　"Hey, leave me! Leave me!" I shouted, struggling against his iron grip.

　　"No! It's time I show you what I truly planned for you," he growled. He carried me to a higher surface and threw me down roughly.

　　I struggled, but he was too strong. His violation was brutal and relentless. "No! Leave me! I don't want this!" I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.

　　"It doesn't matter what you want. The only thing that matters is what I want," he hissed, continuing his assault. I tried to kick him, but he grabbed my leg and twisted it painfully.

　　The pain was excruciating, but something deep within me refused to give up.

　　"You will take this pain like I sweet innocent girl, I hope you remember what I told you the day before your birthday." He said and bit me hard.

　　"No! I don't want this. I hate you!"

　　"Wrong answer!" he said and held my jaw to face him.

　　"You will be my mistress, no one can have you accept me. You are mine to keep and I will use you however and whenever I want." He said and I spit at his face.

　　"Over my dead body!" I shouted defiantly, but he only responded with another brutal slap and continued his assault. The pain and exhaustion were overwhelming, draining my energy with each passing moment. Despite my struggles, I felt like I was losing this fight.

　　In that moment of despair, a thought crept into my mind. Maybe my father was right. Maybe I am weak. It seemed like no matter how hard I tried, there was always someone or something against me. Perhaps I truly didn't deserve this life. Maybe I didn't deserve to be the queen.

　　In that moment of darkness and despair, I felt the weight of the world pressing down on me. The pain, the abuse, it all seemed too much to bear. I wished for death to come and end my suffering, to free me from the torment of this existence.

　　I couldn't imagine facing anyone after what had happened. The thought of my mates, of Brandon and Evan, filled me with shame and despair.

　　How could they ever look at me the same way again? How could they ever forgive me for what I had endured?

　　In the midst of my anguish and torment, I reached out to my mates one last time, clinging to the hope of receiving a final goodbye from them. With trembling fingers and a heavy heart, I initiated the mind-link, calling out Evan and Brandon's names.

　　The conflicting emotions within me threatened to overwhelm me as I grappled with the belief that they might not truly care for me. The pain of betrayal and the fear of rejection gnawed at my heart, but I couldn't let go of the faint glimmer of hope that still burned within me.

　　"Evan, Brandon," I whispered, my voice wavering with emotion. "I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can... I just want to say goodbye."

　　Tears streamed down my face as I awaited their response, my heart heavy with uncertainty. Would they answer? Would they even care enough to say goodbye?

　　But even as doubts plagued my mind, a part of me still clung to hope. Maybe, just maybe, they would hear me. Maybe they would offer me the closure I so desperately craved in my darkest hour.