The Lion’s Forbidden Mate

“Give me that,” she ordered.

For a moment, Lucy thought about protesting and fighting it. She thought about how noble it would be to struggle with the starlet, but she figured that Violet was vindictive enough that she would let her brothers kill Lucy or she would press charges and have Lucy thrown in jail. Either way, it wasn’t a good outcome for Lucy. So, she handed the letter to Violet who took it.

She opened the letter and looked over the contents with a furious expression on her face. As she read every line, Lucy felt her heart crumbling and shattering into a thousand pieces. There was nothing that could express how heartbroken she was at losing this letter to the harpy that was in front of her.

“These aren’t things for you to say to my fiancé,” Violet screamed like a little child at the top of her lungs.

She tore at the letter, shredding it between her fingers as she came dangerously close to transforming right there in the room. Lucy would have gladly transformed and fought the spoiled lioness, but Luke and Nick would have quickly subdued her. All she could do was sit there and take it from the spoiled little starlet.

“Get her out of my sight!” Violet commanded her whipped brothers. “I hope your child is retarded and you bleed out giving birth you wh*re!”

Lucy turned around and drove her fist as hard as she could into Violet’s nose, breaking it in a single punch with the blink of an eye. She stared at the stunned face of Violet as she stared back at Lucy, her face slightly tilted back, a frozen expression of pain and horror on her face. Even Nick and Luke were frozen, horrified at what they’d just witnessed.

It had happened so fast that Lucy couldn’t believe she had actually done it. She was going to be killed for striking the future wife of The Pride’s leader. They were going to hunt her down and to execute her for what she’d done, but in the depths of her mind, she didn’t care. She didn’t care in the slightest. She had done what needed to be done and as she reached down for her bag and her luggage, she watched the tiny rivulets of blood snake down over the shocked features of Violet. Her nose was broken and she was going to probably have a pair of black eyes to match it.

Lucy didn’t care. She headed out into the hallway, past the lurking brothers who simply stared in frozen horror, completely unsure how they were supposed to react right now. She doubted that anyone had ever raised a malicious finger toward their precious little sister in her entire life. That was fine with her. She would get a nose job and be done with it, back to normal. But Lucy, she was going to have to carry around the scars and the hurt of this moment for the rest of her life.

Outside, she waved down a taxi and quietly loaded her luggage and bag into the back of the vehicle, looking back at the hotel and wishing that she had one last moment with the man that she loved, but it was not meant to be. There was nothing waiting for her here but sorrow and pain. Besides, it wouldn’t be long until Violet started to scream and came out of shock at what had just happened to her. Of course, she would never tell a soul, because that would mean actually divulging what had happened to her and that would be even more embarrassing. That was even dangerously close to revealing that James had a secret that others might want to look into. Instead, it was safer just to pretend like nothing had happened and move on with her life.

The taxi pulled away from the hotel and Lucy could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks. She felt like she was dying on the inside, like there was nothing left to live for. She had failed and all she had was sorrow waiting for her.