Reborn in Vengeance

Keyla's POV

My heart raced with excitement as I rushed down the hallway. I'd spent all morning at the pack healer's confirming my pregnancy, and couldn't wait to share the news with Erik. I flung open our bedroom door, the smile on my face instantly evaporating at the scene before me.

Time seemed to freeze. There, on our bed—the same bed where we'd whispered filthy promises against sweat-slicked skin—Erik was entangled with my sister Naomi. His calloused hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, her bare breasts pressed against his chest as their bodies moved in a rhythm I recognized too well. The musky scent of sex hung thick in the air, mingling with my lavender perfume still clinging to the sheets.

They were so lost in each other they didn't notice me. Not when the door crashed against the wall. Not when I gasped, my hand instinctively covering the slight swell beneath my navel.

"No," I whispered, tears blurring my vision. "This can't be happening."

Naomi had always been cruel to me—the snide remarks about my "virginal mating habits," the "accidental" spills on my clothes that highlighted her fuller curves, the way she'd whisper how Erik preferred women who didn't "just lie there"—but I'd defended her every time. "She's my only sister," I'd tell anyone who questioned her behavior. I'd endured her cruelty because Mother always insisted I should be the bigger person. "Forgive her, Keyla. You're the eldest. You must understand."

A particularly loud moan from Naomi snapped me back to reality. "Fuck me harder, baby," she panted, nails raking down Erik's back in the same way he'd once begged me to do. "Show me why you're the future Alpha."

"STOP!" I screamed.

They jumped apart, both turning toward me with startled expressions. But instead of shame or guilt crossing their faces, I saw something that chilled me to the bone—relief.

"Erik? Naomi? What are you doing?" My voice cracked with each word.

Erik rolled his eyes, casually adjusting his half-hard cock before reaching for his pants. "Great timing as always, Keyla. Couldn't wait five fucking minutes?"

"What?" I couldn't process his nonchalance.

"Can you stop shrieking like a frigid bitch?" Naomi snapped, making no effort to cover her glistening body as she pulled on her clothes. "You're such an embarrassment."

"Embarrassment? You're in MY bed with MY mate!" I looked desperately at Erik. "Aren't you going to explain yourself?"

He laughed—actually laughed—and the sound shattered something inside me. "Explain what? That you walked in on me finally getting proper head? Christ, Keyl, maybe if you'd ever swallowed your pride along with my—"

"Erik!" I cut him off, clutching my stomach. "I'm carrying your child. How could you do this?"

"That thing?" He gestured dismissively toward my stomach. "Just another limp-dick problem to deal with."

My knees weakened. "After everything we've been through? I chose you even though you weren't my fated mate. I gave you everything—"

"And I never wanted your starfish missionary bullshit," he cut in coldly. "You were just a warm hole to pump until the real prize came along."

Naomi approached me, her nipples still pebbled from Erik's touch as she wiped a tear from my cheek. "This is why I've always despised you. So pathetically weak, always crying when you should've been screaming his name."

"You hate me because I cry?" I asked, bewildered.

She laughed. "I hate you for existing, Keyla. For breathing the same air as me. For being born first."

"But we're sisters. Mother always said—"

"Mother?" She circled me like a predator, the musk of their coupling clinging to her skin. "Do you honestly believe she cared about your trembling virgin heart? If she did, would she have let me take every boy you ever blushed at? Every man who glanced at your flat chest?" She leaned close, her breath hot against my ear. "She told you to be understanding because it kept you from spreading your legs for anyone else. And you fell for it, every time."

The realization hit me like a physical blow. "That's not true."

"Your mate?" Naomi mocked, turning to Erik. "Did you hear that? She still thinks you came inside her out of love."

Erik walked over, his hand possessively cupping Naomi's ass. "I could never truly be mated to someone who fucked like a dead fish. Naomi's been taking me raw since we were sixteen—always has been my true mate."

They kissed passionately before me, Erik's tongue thrusting into her mouth with the same brutal rhythm he'd used on me last night. Something snapped.

"Stop this!" I screamed.

Erik's hand connected with my face so hard I stumbled backward, falling to the floor and hitting my stomach against the edge of a table. Pain shot through me.

"Shut your cunt mouth before someone hears," he hissed.

Clutching my abdomen, I looked up at them. "Why? Why do this to me?"

Naomi crouched beside me, her thighs still glistening. "You really don't get it, do you? Everyone has a fated mate, Keyla. Erik is mine. You were just the cock warmer keeping his knot warm until I was ready."

"But—"

"It was all planned," she continued. "Alpha Cobb has always favored you for some reason. With no heirs of his own, we figured he'd eventually pass leadership to you and your mate. Erik just needed to be that pathetic little clit-licker you called husband."

"Then his knocked-up whore showed up," Erik spat. "And suddenly our plan was worthless."

"So are you," Naomi added. "Just a used condom carrying another mistake."

Tears streamed down my face. "Is that what you think of our baby, Erik? A mistake?"

"Any brat not from Naomi's perfect cunt means nothing to me."

I shook my head, protective instinct flaring despite my pain. "My baby is not a mistake."

"It wouldn't be if you still had that tight little pussy from graduation night," Naomi said, disgust evident in her voice. "But you don't."

A sharp cramp tore through me. I gasped, looking down to see blood spreading across my pants. "No," I whispered. "The baby..."

Erik blocked the door, smiling coldly. "What a tragic day this is turning out to be."

"Please," I begged Naomi. "Help me. The baby—"

She laughed, shoving me hard. I fell again, the pain intensifying. "Still begging? Should've begged louder when he was drilling you."

With inhuman strength, she stomped on my stomach. I screamed, but Erik's hand clamped over my mouth. Naomi continued her assault, each blow weakening me further as my blood—and my child's life—pooled beneath me.

They eventually stepped back, watching me struggle for breath.

"I guess we just watch her die now," Erik said casually, his fingers already working at Naomi's bra clasp as he pulled her into an embrace.

As my vision darkened, I stared at them through a haze of pain. The betrayal, the calculated cruelty, the child I would never hold—it all crystallized into a single, burning thought.

If I ever got a second chance, I would not be their victim again. I would not be weak. I would make them pay for what they'd done to me and my innocent child.

'Moon Goddess,' I prayed with my final breath, 'grant me vengeance.'

Then darkness claimed me, and I felt nothing more.