The Lost Lycan Kingdom

Chapter7 -Broken Beyond Repair

***Martha’s POV***

I wasn’t shocked to find this b*tch in h*ll, but I was suspicious about her. People like her don’t volunteer to help unless they have a hidden motive. My eyes carefully checked her for any injuries or weapons. Although I didn’t see any weapons on her, my senses were heightened. Since she can’t be trusted, the b*tch sacrificed her own wolf and even put her own pup at risk of dying! Thinking about the sh*t she has done was making my blood boil.

“Calm down! I haven’t done anything to you, so why are you balling your fists up? B*tch, you’re mad at the wrong person! I haven’t done sh*t to you!” I was beyond floored by what she said. Did she actually believe that she hadn’t done anything to me? Regardless of their age,

the second you f*ck with my pups, it becomes personal. She’s lucky that I won’t try to end her entire bloodline! However, once I make it out of here, I could do that. But I want to make it into heaven, so I’ll behave myself, for now, at the very least.

“I know you don’t trust me because of all the sh*t I’ve done. But I’m your only chance of getting out of here, so you don’t have a choice but to trust me.” For a brief moment, she had a mocking, evil, condescending smirk on her hideous face; it almost made me want to k*ll her again. But, she was quick to mask her emotions, which only amplified the uneasy feeling gnawing at me.

“Hey, are you paying attention to anything I’m saying?!” She violently snapped at me while snapping her fingers in my face. One of my biggest pet peeves is someone snapping at me, so instantly, I wanted to feed her alive body to the h*ll hounds.

“I know that we don’t know each other from a can of paint. But I promise you, if you ever snap your fingers at me again, I’ll make D-Day seem like a walk in the f*cking park b*tch.” She visibly gulped before whipping her hands on herself.

“Well, now I see where your daughters get their attitudes.” She mumbled under her breath. “That’s not important right now! I know how you can escape, and I’m willing to help you.” I c*cked my head to the side because I wanted to get out of h*ll, but could I honestly trust her? If she knew how to get out of here, why is she still here?

“Why should I trust you? Nobody wants to be in h*ll, and if you know how to get out of here, why are you still here? How am I supposed to trust your b*tch a*s? All the sh*t you’ve pulled on my children, you can’t be trusted even with your own soul!” The amount of aggression and rage I said that with shocked even me.

“Because my second chance mate is down here or is going to be down here, so I want to be here to welcome him.” When she said this, I couldn’t help but pass judgment. She brings a new definition to delusional. I thought Amber or Jessica were delusional for having a crush on Thailand actors, but she somehow unlocked an unknown level of delusional.

“GET OUT!” Lucifer bellowed out so loud that the ground shook. Upon hearing his voice, I mentally and physically rolled my eyes. Before I could make any snarky remark, she was hauling a*s out of the room like a p*ssy a*ss b*tch. She’s such a weak b*tch that she runs whenever someone raises their voice at her. I opened my mouth to be petty but was cut off by a deep, gravelly voice.

“Do you seriously think you can escape from here? Your chances of escaping are about as high as one of these miserable f*cks getting ice water.” As much as I wanted to give him a b*tchy remark, I knew he was right. This was my new life, and I couldn’t do anything to change it. Although I couldn’t shift, my lycan and I can still communicate. She gave me an idea that made me want to vomit, but it could work in my favor. I guess in my situation, beggars can’t be choosers, so desperate times call for desperate measures.

***Jessica’s POV***

I was shocked by how fast I made it to Amber’s house. As soon as her front door came into sight, I threw my shoulder into the door, almost knocking it down. She has known me long enough to know that I don’t give a sh*t about knocking. Except this time, I wish I had knocked because sitting there was a crying Ivan. An unknown type of rage took over me, and before I knew it, my hands were around his neck, and my claws were ready to pierce his skin.

“JESSICA! WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING!?” Ryder practically ripped me off like I weighed nothing. I started kicking and swinging wildly, itching to inflict pain on Ivan. I was fully intent on shifting so I could adequately f*ck him up, but my lycan was fighting against me. Eventually, all my suppressed emotions came surging to the surface. It was like the floodgates of heaven opened up, and I could feel myself drowning. Have you ever felt like you were drowning, and everyone was watching without trying to help you? Because that’s exactly how I feel. Before I knew it, I was wailing on the ground in a fetal position.

“Why Ivan? Why did you do this to me? Was I not good enough for you? What type of sick, cruel person would subject their mate, THEIR F*CKING OTHER HALF!?” I was screeching like a banshee.

“Jessica, baby, plea-” I didn’t allow him to finish speaking before saying the only thing that I knew for a fact would destroy him, maybe even shatter his soul; that is, if he even has one.

“Save your breath for the b*tch you were screwing! I don’t want to hear it from you. It's the fact that you seriously believe that you can feed me b*llsh*t, and I’ll forgive you.” A humorless chuckle escaped from between my lips. “I guess it makes me feel less guilty that I’m carrying another Lycan’s pup.” Slowly, I pulled myself up and walked out without looking back. That was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. With each step, I took further away from not only my mate but also my sister and her mate. It felt like my soul was being dismembered bit by bit. If I thought the hole in my heart from Ivan cheating was painful, this feeling now makes it look like a paper cut. I’ve been through h*ll and back in life, but I don’t think this is something I’ll ever be able to heal from. My heart probably won’t be the same ever again, or at least I know that emotionally, I won’t be the same.