Chapter 52 Change

Ava's POV
A hand, reaching up from behind me, grabbed my hair.
I felt myself being yanked backwards, and pain like an explosion from my scalp to my entire nerves.
I fell hard to the ground, the side of my face to the ground.
The whole process was as quick as lightning, and before I could fully react I was already on the ground, and my waist probably hit something and was in severe pain.
You don't even have to think about it to know what's happening.
What's more, a face had come over, followed by a hand that took hold of my chin.
"It's you." I gasped, "What are you doing here?"
I tried to calm myself down a bit, at least not the way I was now without much fight, but failed.
"You?"
The other party didn't seem to expect to meet me here either, and her eyes lit up for a moment, "So you're here."
I saw her give a sweet smile and had a very bad feeling in my heart.
She let go of her hand and took two steps back to watch me get up from the ground.
I knew I should look pretty wretched at this point, but I saw nothing in her expression.
She wasn't even smiling anymore.
"Why are you here."
I patted the dust off myself and thought about how I should cover up that secret passage behind the bookcase.
"Why am I here." She repeated, in a very odd tone, "Why am I here, you should know very well, Bertha?"
"Or rather, I should call you ......"
She pressed closer to me, no expression on her face, "Ava?"
I suddenly remembered the dream I had myself when I woke up in bed today.
In that dream Kate was standing across from me weeping without a sound in a cotton floral dress, the dress that she wore when we were little, the day our parents died.
I wanted to take her away, but she just shook her head.
There was nothing I could do but watch her move further and further away from me, my heart empty and numb, just as it was now.
"When did you know?"
I stepped back quietly, resting my spine against a row of bookshelves.
"I knew when."
I noticed that she always subconsciously repeated what I'd said today, which wasn't a good sign.
If she didn't already have this mantra, then she was in a very unhinged state of mind.
I honestly suspect she's on the verge of driving herself crazy.
"Just now?" Deborah tilted her head, a gesture that looked innocent and innocent, perfect with her face, but now it looked weird in my eyes.
"Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"
She continued, "Where have you been?"
"I didn't go anywhere." I said as calmly as I could, "I was sleeping in my room."
"Oh, yes." She nodded, and smiled, "You slept in your own room."
"You slept in your own room and then sleepwalked to the library to deliver information to your own wolf pack?"
"I didn't do that."
"You didn't do that. So where are you going now?"
She looked at me, "That's a nice dress you're wearing, look at that dress, it's like a mermaid princess."
I couldn't describe the tone of her voice.
In fact, I've really rarely heard such a tone from anything else, it was like, like a mother lecturing her rebellious daughter.
The association made my whole body sweat.
"How can you run around in such a beautiful dress? Look at the dust on your dress." She said in a soft, scolding voice.
I think I was about to go crazy, otherwise how could I hear a wave of pity in these last words.
The next second, her hand had come up from the side of my leg, "Let me pat it off for you."
I subconsciously dodged, but before I could move much I was already pinned to the bookshelf.
Her hand poked through the edge of my skirt, like a cold snake.
"What the hell do you want to do?"
"Don't want to do anything." She tore her hand back and ripped the lining of her skirt off intact and threw it on the floor, "I was just checking to see if you were carrying any information out, that's what wolf pack members are supposed to do when they encounter a spy, isn't it?"
There was nothing I could say to refute that.
I didn't really want to refute either.
There was no point in saying anything now, but it would be a waste of time.
"Let me go." I whispered as she approached me again, "I won't come back."
So that you can be well with your Aaron.
I knew she understood what I hadn't finished saying, but I didn't think it angered her.
"Did it?" She leaned in close to my ear, "After you've been in his bed?"
My heart went cold.
In this moment, I knew I was completely finished.
She stared into my eyes after she finished, and I saw the icy fury burning in her eyes, "I'm not letting you go." She whispered, "Why were you in his room."
"What?"
"Why you were in his room." Deborah's voice was low like the ramblings of a lover, "You knew full well what my feelings were for him, and you knew full well what your role was."
"I was going to let you off the hook." She continued, "You knew so well enough to know to avoid me yourself. I was done with you."
"Although I have caused you some minor trouble. But you know it's all nothing."
Yes, I knew it was nothing.
I also knew that the woman who was able to take out the Pabu Wolf Pack family to the top was definitely not such a mind and means.
She was just in too much of a hurry.
"I just want him. I've waited too long for this day." Her tone was vicious and sad, "You don't even matter, I know what you are and I don't care."
"You knew something was wrong with him, why did you go?"
I knew something was wrong with him that's why I was there.
I barely understood what she was saying.
"I warned you so much. So many people stopped you. Why did you still go?"
"I was just worried." I answered her in a low voice.
I was just worried about him.
I met her eyes and whispered, "I'm just worried about him."
Yes, I knew what this was all about. Although I didn't guess much. But seeing the girl who came to the medical room I knew she must have been arranging something just to slow me down.
And I did go along with her intention to see the teeth of the girl who had nothing at all wrong with her.
I thought that would have been enough.
When I got out of the medical office and heard the news that I was waiting alone in the library for so long, I did wonder if he wouldn't plan to come back, but again, I didn't believe it.
I didn't believe he would be like that.
Even if, even if he did sleep with Deborah, as long as the appointment in the library was what he said it would be, he would come, no matter what kind of reason he found when the time came.
"Your purpose is so obvious that everyone is able to see it." I actually wanted to laugh a little.
I did laugh too, "I've cooperated with you enough, just ......"
I just didn't expect you to do it after all.
"Actually, I'd like to see if you can do it." I smiled and continued, even knowing that what I was going to say next might totally infuriate her I didn't care.
Who let me grow up without ever being such a loser and wreck as I am today? Who let that man Aaron did leave a vivid color in my heart? Who let me just yesterday to get into the bed that my love rival wants to get into every day!
"It's a shame you're so smart and so pretty and you'll still get beaten out the door. Do you think I care? Care about such a relationship? Or care about a good dog toy that you betrayed and tried to get back?"
"You shut up!"
A slap was thrown toward my cheek with a windy sound, and I felt my head buzz and my mouth immediately tasted like blood.
"Who gave you permission to talk about him like that!"
"You kinda care about him." I think the look on my face right now must be pretty horrible, "Why didn't you stab him more seven or eight years ago if you cared so much about him? You could have just stabbed him to death and he would have been yours. Who do you think would treat something you threw away as a treasure?"
Fortunately, these words were not heard by any other people, and I even had time to think mockingly in my head.
Otherwise I would never have been able to hold my head up at Blue Moon Pack in my life.
Not to mention the psychological damage that would have been inflicted on Aaron's siblings who were my patients.
But I also do have a hatred in my heart, a hatred that has been festering since Deborah, the person she is, showed up.
I hate myself for being in the Bright Moon Pack, for him being the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, I hate myself for trying to be brave enough to take on such a mission myself, I hate myself for taking on such a mission to trap myself in, I hate myself for my feelings for him and for his past that is so hard to erase and forget!
Even everything that happened last night made me feel angry and sad beyond my control.
I felt like I had made the biggest mistake in the world, but then I felt sad and ashamed for all the happiness I had deep inside.
"You regret it?"
It was as if she suddenly understood something, and as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, "You regret it!"
"You regret it too?"
She laughed loudly and spun in front of me, her skirt flying up and spinning into a gorgeous circle.
"Too bad it's too late for regrets." She smiled as she aimed a sharp knife at my shoulder, the same place where Aaron had once wounded me, and plunged it hard.
The familiar pain came like a tidal wave and completely overwhelmed me.
It was almost difficult for me to make any sound.
"You know, I used to regret it too." She pulled out the knife and wiped the blood off it, "but it was no use. I still plan to move on and then make up for a little bit of my little regret at the end."
"I don't blame you for going into that room, but you're still a traitor from the Bright Moon Pack, and you really deserve to die."
"I hate being betrayed, and I hate betraying people myself, and I hate it even more when people come to betray the people I once betrayed."
"But it doesn't even matter anymore." She dropped the knife and took a few steps forward, smiling back at me, "I'm more interested now in seeing what it's like for him to be betrayed by a woman over and over again.