Chapter 42: You Bastard!
Iris’s POV
Zane’s face twisted in pain, his knuckles bloodied as it seeped between his fingers as he clutched his injured hand. His fingers, swollen and unnaturally bent, looked broken as a sharp wince left from his lips. His eyes burned with defiance, but the pain was undeniable as he glared at Lucas. "I’m not apologizing," he spat. "Not to her. Not to anyone."
Lucas stood unmoving but relaxed, his eyes cold. His hands remained in his pockets. "You’re making this harder than it needs to be," he said.
Zane’s lips curled into a sneer, but the pain in his hand betrayed him, his shoulders hunching slightly as he tried to cover the agony. "You think you can just throw your weight around, Lucas?" Zane growled, taking a step forward, his uninjured hand balling into a fist. "You’re not alpha yet. You’re just an illegitimate son of a worthless mother."
Before I could blink, Lucas’s fist swung toward Zane’s jaw in a clumsy, rage.
Zane, effortlessly, sidestepped the blow.
In one swift motion, Lucas grabbed Zane’s wrist, twisting it just enough to force Zane to his knees. A sharp yelp escaped Zane’s throat, his face contorting as he hit the ground, dirt smudging his cheek.
"Lucas, stop it!" Liora yelled. She rushed forward. "Let him go, you psychopath! You’ll regret this! I swear, you’ll pay for this!" Her hands flailed, as if she wanted to claw at Lucas, but she stopped short, her gaze darting between Zane’s crumpled body and Lucas who didn’t look remorseful. Even though I didn’t like what’s going on but that serves Zane right.
Lucas didn’t even glance at her. His eyes stayed locked on Zane, who was breathing heavily as he struggled against the hold. "Last chance," Lucas said. "Apologize."
Zane’s cold eyes flicked to me. "Go to hell," he snarled as he tried to wrench free and then Lucas released him abruptly, and Zane stumbled backward, collapsing onto the grass with a grunt. Blood from his hand smeared across his shirt, and he cursed under his breath. "You bastard!"