The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Twenty-one: trouble in paradise (2)

Arabel's POV

   After three hours of my mother-in-law beautifying me so Cyrus would drool and beg for forgiveness, I stood in front of the mirror admiring myself. She insisted we kiss and make up but I was done apologizing. No way in hell I'll be in a toxic marriage so early. Maybe I should have reconsidered our marriage.

   My hair was styled into a neatly twisted half-updo with delicate curls and a crown headband. My dress was a glowing white gown that hugged my chest down to my mid-thigh before it flared gracefully on the floor with a nice split at the back. I wore the family's traditional diamond necklace and earrings and helped me with light makeup because I don't know how to rock light makeup. I'd worn many more fabulous dresses but this particular dress felt heavenly because it was a gift from the he-goat.

   Cyrus walked into the room and froze on his step. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. I bit my lip shyly, expecting a compliment or two, but he only tore his eyes away and went into the bathroom. My heart has been broken quite a lot of times since I let him mark me, but I don't think it's possible to get used to this pain. I went to the bed and sat down, fighting the urge to cry. I needed someone to make me happy, someone to help ease my mind from this trouble and that person was my brother.

   "Hey, my favorite sister," he said, as cheerful as ever.

   "How are you, Kev?" I chuckled.

   "Happy!"

   "Why?"

   "Because Bevin is now my maid!" He announced joyfully.

   "Pardon me?"

   "She saw Lucas with a girl, misunderstood the situation, and broke up with him after thrashing him. You know how she is."

   "So…?" I trailed off.

   "It's his cousin. The dude begged and begged and begged and begged. I even begged and begged and begged too but she refused to listen to our begging and begged us to die. So I begged him to get over her but he begged me to give her time. Bevin did her worst and called him a sickler who deserves to die because the dude has a sickness that he's fighting. It broke him and he almost died out of thinking. Finally, she realized her mistake but it was too late. His parents already moved him out of the country for treatment and she's begging me to beg them to let her see him but I won't beg or tell her that he moved away permanently. I want her to suffer for causing that poor guy so much pain. All he did was love her and she repaid him with this. Because of her, I've lost my best friend and I might never see him again. Arabel, do you think I am wrong?" He was angry and bitter, yet his voice sounded more cheerful than mine. Guess he wouldn't be of help too.

   I sighed. "Kevin, I know Bevin can be extra and a bit of a brat—"

   "A bit?! Arabel! You do not expose a secret to someone entrusted to you because he loves you! She insulted him in front of the entire school! Humiliated him, made him a laughing stock and you expect me to smile and forgive her because she is my sister? Arabel, Bevin deserves to suffer and feel this pain. Maybe this will be enough lesson for her." I couldn't argue with him because I didn't have the heart to. Not only was he right, but I didn't have the right emotional stability to console him. This was one of the few times Kevin used his head, even if it involved hurting his sister. I was at a loss for words. "Now why did you call me? Is everything okay?" Ah, he noticed.

   "Oh, just exhausted. These werewolf pups are energetic and determined to tire me out," I said with a yawn, falling back on the bed. "How are you guys doing? How's Isobel and my new nephew?"