Ex-Alpha's Regret: Siren's Comeback novel Chapter 50

POV: Jax

I threw Damian to the ground. He landed in the mud like a broken sack, coughing up a spray of blood and filth. I stood over him, the inferno of rage in my chest still burning white-hot, but it wasn't enough. The physical pain was a fraction of what my sister had endured. I was going to destroy him completely. I was going to tear down his pride, his self-righteousness, his ignorant bliss, and leave him with nothing but the agonizing truth.

I crouched down, grabbing a fistful of his muddy hair and yanking his head up so he was forced to look at me. His eyes were wild with pain and confusion. My own were filled with a contempt and killing intent that made him flinch.

"But all of that… is nothing," I said, my voice low and sharp as a razor's edge, each word a twist of the knife. "The worst thing you did… the most unforgivable act… You self-important, ignorant bastard, you don't even know… that you personally killed…"

The words were on my lips. The final, fatal blow that would send him to a hell far worse than any I could create with my fists. The two words that would shatter his world forever.

"Your child."

Just as the sound was about to form, the warehouse door creaked open behind me with a mournful groan.

I whipped my head around, my heart seizing in my chest.

Seraphina was standing there, supported by the old servant, Martha. She was a ghost. Her face was as white as bone, her lips bloodless, her body so frail it looked like a harsh wind could shatter it. But her eyes… her eyes were as cold and hard as the most distant, frozen stars.

She looked at me, then at the pathetic, broken man at my feet. And then she shook her head, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement, a silent command that screamed louder than any shout.

I released him and stood up. He scrambled into a sitting position in the mud, staring at the empty doorway, his mind clearly struggling to grasp the enormity of what had just happened, of the verdict he had just received.

"What…" he whispered, his voice a hoarse, broken croak. "What else did I do?"

He didn't know. And this, I realized with a sudden, chilling clarity, was her true revenge. The question, the unknown, the eternal, gnawing mystery my sister had just created in the center of his soul, would be a far sweeter and more lasting torture than any truth I could ever tell him.

The warehouse door slowly swung shut in front of him.