Chapter 170
Chapter 170:
I hid my smile as I pulled out a bottle.
LYRIC
Jaris scared me sometimes.
I was grateful for what he did—getting that bitch to apologize. Heck, I deserved more than that from her. But seeing the way he executed it was what truly unsettled me. The guy could be so unfeeling when he wanted to be, and it didn’t matter if he had any kind of relationship with you.
I spent some time drinking with him in his office. Non-alcoholic, though—he wouldn’t let me have alcohol with him.
When I left his office, I tried calling Penelope for what felt like the hundredth time. The line still wasn’t connecting. I didn’t understand if she had given me the wrong number or something, because why the hell hadn’t I been able to reach her since morning?
MARTA
If there were words greater than shame, humiliation, or disgrace, Marta would have taken them all.
She felt every one of them and worse. It still felt like a dream to her—that Jaris could humiliate her in that manner.
But how did he even find out? She smacked her forehead at the thought of it being Alpha Zarek. The coward must have exposed her. How could he?
She left the Pack as soon as she stepped out of Jaris’s office and drove to her favorite hidden bar. She ordered round after round and wept from time to time.
Right now, there wasn’t a single soul she hated more than Lyric. She hated the very air the girl breathed. She hated the sound of her voice, her stupid smile, her stupid fragrance. She hated everything about her and wanted her gone. Oh, if only it wouldn’t make her overly suspicious, Marta would have plotted her death right then. She would have derived the utmost satisfaction from watching her die. Her phone had been ringing nonstop in her bag, but she didn’t pull it out—she wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone.
She was too busy thinking of ways to damage Lyric’s life beyond repair. It was devastating that her plan at the hospital hadn’t turned out the way she wanted. She’d expected Lyric to get fired. Why did Jaris have to get involved and only suspend her for three weeks? Three weeks! That was a fucking joke. Marta hated everything. She hated that the witch seemed untouchable. Oh, she wanted to see her crumble.
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Her phone wouldn’t stop ringing. With a grunt, she retrieved it from her bag and was even more angry when she discovered it was her grandmother calling. Why the hell wouldn’t they leave her alone? She could have called back when she was done wallowing in pain.
“Grandma.” Her voice was hard when she picked up.
“You stupid child! Where have you been? We’ve been calling for ages!” Marta folded her hands into fists. She really wasn’t in the mood for this.
“I’m sorry. What’s the problem p>
“It’s Lyric, you fool p>