Chapter 670: Letting Go
Hayley’s POV:
Tyrone’s steps faltered for a brief moment, but his grip on Vivian never loosened. No matter how hard she struggled, his hold remained firm. I strode forward with purpose, stopping just a step away from Vivian. Narrowing my eyes, I took a good, long look at her.
“What did you just call me?” My voice was sharp and cold. “Did you just call me a bitch?”
Vivian wrestled against Tyrone’s grasp, but when it became clear she wasn’t getting anywhere, she simply gave up. Tilting her head defiantly, she locked eyes with me, her expression brimming with arrogance. “That’s right. I said it. You are a bitch!”
I closed my eyes briefly. Then, with a look of pure distaste, I wiped my cheek where Vivian’s spit had landed. Anger flared inside me. Even Hera was stirred and eager to teach Vivian a lesson.
I forced myself to stay calm by inhaling deeply. I restrained Hera, but I had no intention of sparing Vivian. There were plenty of other ways to deal with her without my inner wolf.
“Tyrone,” I said coolly, “hold her still.”
Tyrone was taken aback for a second before his other hand locked Vivian in place with unshakable strength. Slowly, I raised my hand, letting the light catch the glint of the silver needle between my fingers, then waved it back and forth in front of Vivian’s eyes.
Vivian turned her face away in horror. “W–What are you trying to do?!”
I arched a brow, amusement curling at my lips. “What do you think? I am a member of the ruling family of the Shadow Pack. My status is no lower than yours. Do you insult me like that without consequences?”
The tip of the needle hovered just above her neck, tracing the delicate curve of her throat, letting her feel the cold, sharp edge pressing against her skin.
“Benjamin is my man. You dared to try to take him from me, right before my eyes. Do you think I’d just let that slide?”
After saying that, I drove the silver needle deep into the junction of her neck and shoulder.
“Ah!” Vivian let out a sharp cry of pain. She subconsciously jerked her head to the left, but when she tried to turn it back, her neck couldn’t move. It was completely stiff.
Her eyes widened in terror. She stared at me fiercely. “What did you do to me?!”
I smiled contemptuously, and replied calmly, “Oh, look at what you’re saying. My greatest passion in life is healing people, you know. Didn’t you hear that handsome guy inside? He said you are terminally ill. I’m just giving you a little treatment.”
Hearing that, Claudio’s ears perked up. He jabbed a thumb toward himself, eyes shining with excitement. “Handsome guy? Am I the handsome guy? Hahaha, did you all hear that? Hayley just called me handsome!”
I rolled my eyes, speechless, not even sparing him a glance.
Meanwhile, Vivian stared at me, suspicion clouding her features. “Do you expect me to believe you’d be that kind?”
“Of course not.” I looked at her indifferently. “You keep calling me a bitch every time you open your mouth. Why would I ever be kind to you? Now, you are really terminally ill. Are you happy?”
After I finished speaking, she immediately showed a horrified expression. A heartbeat later, she regained her composure and returned to her usual arrogance, masking her fear beneath a cold, disdainful stare as she stubbornly retorted, “It doesn’t matter. No matter what you did to me, my family will cure it. That’s the difference between you and me, Hayley. You’re just an orphaned wild girl, a lowly, pathetic Omega. I’m leaving here today, and as long as I can live, sooner or later you will die!”
Hearing her arrogant threat, Hera roared within me, seething with fury. My fingers tightened into fists as I locked eyes with her.