Chapter 63: How About You Watch Us Spend A Night With Her?
Lucas’s POV
His words sent anger, fury, and adrenaline running down my spine as I bit my jaw tight, trying to suppress the fire threatening to consume me. My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms as I paused from the punching midair, the heavy bag swaying slightly from my last hit.
But then, I continued, channeling the rage into each punch, my muscles screaming as I increased my pace, pouring every ounce of frustration into the blows. My sweat dripped into my eyes and bare skin but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
Cade’s voice came through again. "You can keep pretending you’re above my attention, Lucas, but let’s be real. She’s never getting those memories back. Never. And you? You’re just gonna stand there, watching it all fall apart, helpless as ever." His smirk was practically audible, though I refused to look at him. I could picture it anyway from the corner of my eye, the smug curl of his lips, the glint in his eyes, the way he leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed with confidence.
I said nothing. My jaw ached from how hard I was grinding my teeth, but I still kept my focus on the bag, each punch landing harder than the last. The chains above rattled with every impact of the punches, the sound echoing. My knuckles burned beneath the gloves, but I ignored the pain.
He wanted attention. He wanted me to lash out, to give him an excuse to escalate this. I wouldn’t.
Suddenly, there were sounds of footsteps, announcing the arrival of the other two. Zane and Kael. Of course, they’d show up together, like vultures circling a carcass. Their presence only intensified my anger. I didn’t turn or stop the punch as my fists continued to slam into the bag as if it were Cade’s face. Their combined arrogance filled the air.
Zane spoke first, his voice low and taunting, carrying that familiar edge of cruelty. "What’s this, Lucas? You are released already?" He stepped closer, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him hold up his hand, displaying a bandaged finger like. "You remember this, don’t you? You should be grateful, you know. If it wasn’t for your daddy begging on his knees, you’d still be rotting in that cell." His words dripped with mockery.
I didn’t respond. My breath came in sharp bursts now, my arms moving faster too, the bag swinging wildly now. The muscles in my shoulders screamed of pain but I welcomed the burn as I held into my temper from turning around and smashing his smug face into the wall. My father’s face flashed in my mind, as I’d remembered he’d warned me not to make a mess of his plans. And the fact he had pleaded for my release wasn’t something I was comfortable with but then again, I do not want him to go through that because of me. For his only son, I rather not put a bad impression of my personality. I am the future alpha of Warborn.
Kael’s voice cut in next. "Must’ve been hard for him, huh? Knowing he’s got a coward for a son. That’s why he was out there, begging like a dog. Gotta protect the family name, right? The great Lucas, too weak to fight his own battles." He laughed, a short, barking sound that grated against my nerves. I could feel them circling me now.
My vision tunneled, the edges blurring as I focused on the bag. Thump. Thump. Thump. Each hit sent a jolt through my arms, my body moving on instinct now. My heart pounded in my chest, a war drum urging me to turn to them and fight. To wipe the smirks off their faces. But I couldn’t. If I lost control, if I let the anger explode, they’d have me exactly where they wanted, out of control, disgraced, no better than them. I wouldn’t give them that.
Cade’s voice came again, closer this time, his breath practically on my neck. "You’re real quiet today, Lucas. What’s the matter? Thinking about her? Thinking about how tonight’s gonna go?" He paused, letting the words sink into my ear. "Because tonight’s the night, you know. We’re spending it with her. All three of us."
My fist froze mid-swing, the bag swaying back toward me. For a split second, the air went. My blood ran cold, then hot, a surge of rage so intense forced myself to lower my arms as my fists clenched tighter. I still didn’t turn, didn’t look at him, but I could feel Cade smiles.
Zane chuckled, picking up the thread. "Oh, you know what that means, don’t you, Lucas?" His voice was lighter, teasing, but no less vicious. "It’s gonna be a good night. A real good night."
Cade’s laugh joined his and then Kael’s voice slithered in. "We’re feeling generous, so we’re extending an invitation. You wanna come watch? It’s a great offer. Front-row seat to the show."
Their laughter grew louder, a sickening chorus that made my skin crawl and for a moment, I imagined my fist connecting with Cade’s jaw, the satisfying crack of bone, the way his head would snap back. Then Zane, Kael, all of them sprawling on the floor. The imaginative image was so vivid, so tempting, that my hands twitched at my sides, begging to make it real.
But I didn’t move. I stood there. The bag swayed gently in front of me now,
Then the laughter died down. I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for me to snap, to give them an excuse to escalate this into something uglier. My pulse thundered in my ears, each beat a reminder of what was at stake. Iris, warborn pack and the future I’d built for myself in my head for the future. I couldn’t afford to lose control, no matter how much I wanted to.
I turned my head slightly, just enough to catch Cade’s eye. His smirk disappeared for a fraction of a second, replaced by wariness. Let him wonder what I was capable of. I held his gaze for a moment, my expression blank but my eyes burning with everything I wasn’t saying. Then I turned back to the bag, raising my gloves again, and resumed the punches.
Shortly, the sound and sudden footsteps approached as a male warrior’s voice broke the silence. "My Alphas." The warrior bowed to the triplets.
"Luna Iris demands your presence." He announced.