Chapter 3: Devil’s in disguise
Hazel’s POV
I didn’t waste a single second.
The moment Caspian disappeared from sight, I spun around and bolted to my room. My bare feet thudded softly against the wooden floor, and my breath came in shallow gasps. My hand shook as I grabbed the doorknob, and the second I crossed the threshold, I slammed the door shut behind me.
He saw me.
Beta Caspian. The second most powerful man in the Blue Moon pack. The second of the Triplets. The same man who was supposed to mate with my sister.
Saw me—the disgrace. The shame. The bruised, pathetic girl cowering at the top of the stairs in a torn nightgown and a haunted expression.
What if he tells my father?
What if Father storms up here, drags me downstairs by the hair, and finishes what he started whipping me raw right in front of Caspian?
My stomach twisted at the thought. My hands curled tightly around my gown, fingers digging into the fabric until my knuckles turned white. It was a habit I’d formed over the years clutching my dress to ground myself, to stop my body from shaking. A way to stop myself from breaking.
A skill born from survival.
Then I heard it.
An engine. Rumbling outside.