REAGAN’S POV.
I ask and watch all the color drain from her face as her brain interprets the question in her head. Her serious expression stretches into a mask of terror. She sucks in a deep breath and tries to look away from me, but I hold her gaze in mine, never letting go.
I'm not going to give her the chance to look away and cook up a lie to tell me.
She opens her mouth to speak but no words come out of it. I watch her throat bubble as she swallows dryly and her entire body grows tense.
I had a tiny shred of hope that all what I heard from Kyle was false, but after seeing her react to the question in this manner, I am fully convinced that she lied.
“I… I uh…” She stutters, her voice shaky. “I didn't.”
“And you're still lying to me.” I look away from her and laugh lightly before staring back. “You had a boyfriend whom you'd been dating since you were fifteen years old. Three years prior to us finding each other. Is that true or false?”
“Alpha Reagan, what are you talking about?” She asks in a suffocated whisper.
“Are you trying to feign innocence?”
“No… I'm just…”
“Then answer the question. Honestly.”
“I…” She stops and lets out a defeated sigh. “Yes. I did.”
“Why did you lie when I asked about it five years ago ?”
“Because I thought you'd be disgusted by me if you knew I had a boyfriend.”
“Were you even raped? Or was that another lie?” Her eyes turn glassy with tears. Her chest is rising and falling heavily as she lets out short, shallow breaths. Her lips are trembling.
“I’m sorry.” She whimpers and the tears in her eyes break loose. She presses her fingers to her lips and sobs quietly as her tears spill down her cheeks. Every sobbing sound that leaves her mouth grates on my nerves. She's lucky she's a girl, I would have punched the living hell out of her face right now.
“So, you lied about being a victim of rape.”
“I only lied because I was scared to lose you.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I swear!” She insists.
“Huh?”
“Prove it by tracing your movements back to where you were locked up. That's all I need from you.”
“But I don’t know how to find my way there.”
“If that's the case then, don't expect my visits anymore. I'll only come over when you finally decide to tell me what I need to hear. Good night.”
“Alpha Reagan.” She calls, grabbing my right arm in a firm hold and stopping me from taking a step forward. I turn to her with a side eye that causes her to instantly let go of me and take a take a step back.
“What?”
“Please don't do this.”
“Call me when you are ready to talk.” And with that, I exit the bedroom, this time around, uninterrupted.
Kyle will be so mad when when he finds out I had this conversation with her. He warned me not to reveal too much about what we know, but I've done the exact opposite.
I couldn't keep any of it in.
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