Chapter 233: Protection from who?
"What the hell is she doing here?" Angela’s voice shook the walls, heavy with anger and disappointment. She stormed forward, but Taros caught her around the waist, pulling her back. She fought against him, struggling to free herself so she could face the girl who dared step into her territory. "Let me go, Taros. I swear I will break your arm."
"Angela, calm down. You’re too angry right now, and your voice is loud enough to break through even these walls," Taros said firmly, refusing to let go. He knew what she wanted to do, and though he could not blame her, he also knew they were all responsible for this mess.
When the drama broke out, Seraphina quickly moved to the corner behind Alex. Her heart was pounding as fear crept through her. She could feel the rage of the she-wolf staring her down, ready to rip her apart the second she had the chance. It was easy to see who the girl was, she didn’t need anyone to tell her. This was Kaito’s supposed mate.
Even though the girl wore clothes that made her look like a boy, and even carried herself like one, her voice carried a sharpness that sounded more feminine than anything Seraphina had ever heard.
She didn’t need explanations, the truth stood right in front of her. All she wished for in that moment was to escape this mess.
"You need to let me go, Taros, or I will explode right here," Angela warned, her voice shaking. Her hands trembled as she held back her wolf with everything in her. "Do you think this is funny?"
"No, my queen," Taros said, tightening his hold as if his strength alone could keep her together. "I just need you to calm down."
She twisted and even tried to sink her teeth into his hand to break free, but he refused to let her. "I will release you if you promise not to lose control," he begged.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she snapped, her chest heaving. Her wolf clawed at her insides, ready to break out and shred everyone in the room just to get to Seraphina.
"I’m trying to protect you..." Taros murmured, his voice low.
Angela’s eyes burned as she turned on him. "Protect me from who?" Her voice cracked with rage and pain. "You are the ones who brought her here, and now you expect me to stay quiet after catching you all in this mess. Liars. Every single one of you. Men will always be men. That was the only truth Grace ever told me."
"She lied," Taros loosened his hold, but his body stayed tense. He watched her every move, ready to grab her again if she tried something reckless. He knew she could explode at any moment, and he feared what she might do if she reached Seraphina.
Angela’s chest heaved as she turned her burning gaze on Alex. Her heart squeezed with a pain she could barely carry. "I cannot believe you did this," she said, her voice shaking. "You... my best friend. The one person I trusted. You stood there silent while I burned inside. I thought you would never keep something like this from me. Are you no longer my friend? Have you ever even been my friend, Alex?"
Alex swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the ground because he could not bear to meet hers. "You have always been my friend," he muttered, shame heavy in his voice.
"Then why did you hurt me like this?" she shouted, her voice cracking under the weight of anger and heartbreak. "Why would you betray me this way? I expected better from you."
"It is not what you think. You are misunderstanding everything," he said, his voice low and weak.
Angela stared at him in disbelief, then let out a sharp laugh that cut through the heavy silence. "I am misunderstanding this?" She spun to Taros, her eyes wide with bitter rage. "Do you hear him? I am the one misunderstanding?"
Taros, caught between them, gave a small shake of his head, silently choosing her side. He only wanted her calm so he could get her out of this house before she lost control completely. But he could see it in her eyes—Angela’s hurt ran too deep, and Seraphina’s presence had only poured salt into wounds that were already bleeding.
"There is a girl standing in front of me, and she happens to be Kaito’s dead hard crush," Angela began, her voice shaking with anger. "She has been here in this school for days. You all hid this from me, and I found out on my own. But I am misunderstanding the situation?"
The room fell into silence. Angela gave a bitter chuckle as her eyes moved to the girl, the same one the boys had spoken of days ago, the one they claimed had gone to the airport to leave the country.
Her hands itched to grab that girl by her hair, to drag her across the floor and throw her into the kitchen, to turn the gas on and watch her hair burn. That was what her rage wanted, but she held herself back. Her heart was breaking into pieces, but she could not bring herself to hurt another woman because of men who could not stand by their truth. She had never been that kind of girl, and she would not start now.
"I wanted to tell you..." Alex started, his voice low, but she raised her palm to stop him, her chest rising with fury. Mighty Storm’s voice echoed in her head, urging her to kick Alex and make him taste her rage.
"Do not give me that weak explanation," she snapped. "Now I understand why you have been acting strange towards me." With a shove she brushed past him, her steps heavy as she closed the distance between herself and the girl he had been protecting.
Seraphina stood there with her arms wrapped around herself, shivering like a leaf caught in a storm.
Angela looked at her with burning eyes, the kind that made Seraphina feel the fire tearing through her soul. "Do you know what you have gotten yourself into, girl?"