Chapter 12: Blurred Lines

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Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Blurred Lines The sun was dipping low, casting long shadows across the field, but Zayn barely noticed. His eyes stayed fixed on the lone figure kneeling in the dirt far away from the others. Lily. She worked without pause, her chains clinking softly with every movement. Her hands were covered in soil, and sweat made her hair stick to her face. There was no complaint in the way she moved. No fight. Just... silence. She didn’t try to be seen. She didn’t try to stand out. She just worked. Day after day. Always quiet. Always alone. Zayn wasn’t sure if it annoyed him or... impressed him. Why wasn’t she broken? Most people would have broken by now. Especially after what she’d been through. He could still see the bruises from the last punishment across her back. Still, see the way she winced when she lifted her arm too high. But she never complained. Something about that didn’t sit well with him. Behind him, boots crunched against the dirt. The scent hit him before the sound. Familiar, steady. Ezra. “Alpha,” Ezra said quietly. Zayn didn’t look at him. He just gave a small nod, eyes still on the girl in the field. Ezra followed his gaze. “She should’ve broken by now,” he muttered, almost like it bothered him. “But she’s still here. That worries me.” Zayn’s jaw tightened. “Say what you came to say.” Ezra stepped closer, folding his arms. “It’s time, Zayn. We’ve let this go on long enough. Her brother... her... they’re loose ends. Dangerous ones.” Zayn didn’t reply. Ezra pressed further, “The pack’s watching. They’re restless. Some of them still believe in the old ways. In what her father stood for. If we want to maintain control... we have to make a statement. A clean break.” Zayn’s voice was low. “You’re suggesting a public execution?” Ezra nodded once. “It would send a message. That the past is over. That we’re not afraid to deal with threats, even if they look like her.” Zayn finally turned to face him. His expression was blank, but his eyes... burned. “I’m not him.” Ezra frowned. “What?” “I’m not becoming Grayson. No matter how much they might deserve it... I’m not turning into the monster I fought to destroy.” Ezra sighed, voice softer. “Lily isn’t Irene. She’s a Brightpaw, Zayn. That name alone—” “I know what she is,” Zayn snapped, cutting him off. Then quieter, almost to himself, “I know.” They stood there for a moment, the sound of the wind rustling through dry grass around them. Then, they started walking, side by side, back toward the packhouse. The sun had begun to set, painting the sky in deep orange and red. But Zayn’s thoughts stayed back in the field. “Just think about it,” Ezra said as they reached the steps. “At least her brother. If you’re not going to kill her, fine. But him? He’s a different kind of monster.” Zayn didn’t respond. “Take the night. Think it through,” Ezra added before walking off toward the gates. Zayn stood there for a while watching, as the sun sank behind the hills. His head ached. His heart burned with too many unsettled issues. Too many memories. Too many ghosts. His heart felt heavy, like it was dragging him down. Lily. Xavier. Irene. Names that all meant pain in their own way. And none of it is simple. Later, back in his chambers, everything was quiet. The fire in the hearth had burned low. He didn’t bother lighting the lanterns. Darkness suited him tonight. He sat down, and poured himself a drink. He let the liquid burn its way down his throat. It helped. A little. He tried to keep his mind blank. He failed. He raised the glass again, slower this time, staring into it like it held answers. The door creaked open. Zayn’s eyes snapped up. It was Victoria. She stepped in with slow sure steps.) She wore a deep red silk robe that clung to her body and slipped off one shoulder. The fabric shimmered in the dim light, hugging every curve. It stopped mid-thigh, showing long, bare legs. Her skin glowed, and her dark hair fell in soft waves, a few strands framing her face. Her eyes found his and her lips curved into a slow smile. “You look like hell,” she purred. “Not now, Victoria,” Zayn muttered, turning away. But she didn’t leave. She walked behind him, her hands gentle as they slid onto his shoulders. “You’re tense,” she murmured, starting to massage him. “Let me help.” “Not interested,” he said flatly. “You don’t have to be,” she replied, her voice soft and almost playful. “Just let me take care of you.” Zayn closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. Her hands were warm, smooth, and confident in their touch. “You don’t have to think,” she whispered. “Just feel.” Her hands moved lower, fingers brushing the top of his thigh. His body tensed again. “Relax,” she said. “I know what to do. It’s just you and me.” He didn’t answer. He hated needing anything. Hated feeling weak. But tonight... he needed a break. Even just for a moment. Quietly, he let his body lean back into her hands. She chuckled and slipped her hand into his pants and gently massaged his cock till he grew in her hand. She unzipped him and his cock sprang free. She wrapped her fingers around him firmly and Zayn groaned and flung back his head. “I know you like this,” she whispered, running her hand up and down his hard length. She stroked him carefully. “That should release your stress,” she continued talking as she cups her fingers around his balls. He moaned as pleasure coursed through him. She liked the shift in power and she quickened her pace. For a short moment, she released her hand. She walked around and knelt before him. Without breaking eye contact, she took him into her mouth. A loud tortured groan escaped Zayn as her tongue wrapped around his hard cock. “That feels good.” His hips bucked as she started swirling circles on his sensitive tip. She sucked him off enthusiastically. Her mouth was so hot and wet. She began to move her head back and forth as she took his cock in and out of her mouth. He groaned and fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her closer. Her mouth traveled further down to suck his balls. Zayn moaned with pleasure. Victoria was pleased with his reaction. She’s finally gotten him where she wanted him. He was now moaning loudly with guttural shaky breaths as his fists in her hair tightened. “Suck it,” he muttered as he forced himself deeper into her mouth. He arched his neck backward as his pleasure mounted. Zayn’s moans made her aroused. It sent shivers down her spine and warmed her core. She could not wait for him to be inside her. She was dripping wet. She slipped her free hand into her panties, rubbing her clit as she continued to suck his cock. He could smell her arousal. Her moans made his cock throb, building towards his climax. “Zayn... please,” she moaned, “I... I want you.” Zayn pushed the chair backward. His cock was erect with a bit of precum at the tip. He scooped her up in his arms and headed towards his bedroom.

Chapter 12: Blurred Lines

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