Chapter 117

Manipulation

"Mom!" Hedwelch conveys a hug with me, wearing his gauntlet.

"What are you doing here?"

"We're supposed to be the ones asking that of you," Zaeramil interfered, who's apparently leading the Omegas.

"Am I not supposed to be here? I mean, my mate is over there, too."

"Exactly. Your mate is over there making a scene with another woman—"

Holding all of my evil thoughts, I walk toward the two casually with Hedwelch as I lock my eyes on Hessuel. His formal clothes are full of bloodstain. His chasing of breath and cold sweat speaks ‘help’ to me, but he's leaning his forehead on another refuge shoulder. Hrista, on the other hand, sees my presence and deliberately pulls Hessuel's face to her.

I was still analyzing the situation when I enchanted my bracelet into a long thread that gripped Hrista's throat and I pulled her away from Hessuel. She shifts into her beast while in the air, bites the thread, and cruelly pulls me. My knees got bru