Xiran’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at her, a surge of astonishment coursing through his veins. He wasn’t expecting to find her here, the Chapter he closed long ago, opened again and she was about to haunt him.

She smirked seeing his reaction and leisurely strolled towards him, swaying her hips.

"Missed me?" she seductively asked and he growled in return, his face holding only anger and disgust.

Aselia remembered her now, she was the one who had told Xifin and Sohlia about her. Instead of anger, Aselia felt pity for the girl. She was so absorbed in revenge that she had lost all self-respect.

"What are you doing here Treia?" Xiran questioned, as she halted inches from him.

"Isn’t it obvious? Claiming what’s mine," she reached out and tried to touch his face.

"Keep your slimy hands off him, he is not yours," Aselia’s shrill voice hit her like a piercing arrow. Treia turned her head and saw Aselia watching her like a tigress, ready to pounce and slash her.

"Seems like you got your memories back. Then you might remember the time when he took pleasure from me right in front of you and made you watch. Why don’t we repeat that?" she smiled coldly, making Aselia thrash against the chains holding her back. Her face grimaced in an insurmountable amount of anger.

Treia traced her hand on Xiran’s face while staring at Aselia, trying to rile her up. He turned it away from her, revulsion shrouding his features. She lowered herself to her knees, right in front of him and cupped his face and tried to press her lips onto his.

"Stop!" he snarled and jerked his head out of her hands. She grinned at his actions and her hands clutched the front of his shirt, crumpling it. She began tracing her nose along his collarbone.

Aselia’s face was burning with rage at this point and like a possessive girlfriend she was on the verge of breaking down seeing what Treia was doing. Xiran helplessly watched Aselia as she struggled against the chains holding back tears that stung her eyes.

Treia threw open his shirt and traced her hands all over his chest. A harrowing amount of agony descended and settled in Aselia’s heart and she could sense Xiran’s abhorrence.

Her tongue wriggled out and she licked his nipple.

"Stop it, Treia," he hissed at her, his body jerking to move away from her.

"Why? You never stopped me before until this bitch came into your life?" Treia questioned as her hand slid down right inside his pants and she brushed against his manhood.

His body convulsed at her actions not wanting to be touched by any other woman whose name was not Aselia. His wings jutted out and they pushed her so hard that she banged against the opposite wall with a loud thud and fell near Aselia.

Her head began to bleed from the impact and she winced in the pain.

"Don’t fucking touch me," he spat out, his eyes darkening like thunderous clouds and Aselia couldn’t help but viciously smile. His wings fluttered, as if excited to see Aselia.

"Uggh, you have become a dickhead Xiran. We used to have so much fun. Seems like you need some incentive to let me do what I want," Treia replied, getting up from the ground and groaning. Her hand held her bleeding head, but she knew it will heal soon.

She staggered to where Aselia was bound, giving her a mirthful smile, Treia dug her sharp fingernails into Aselia’s neck with so much force that she hissed back at her.

Xiran went livid at her action, it seemed to have pierced a nail straight in his heart.

"NO, don’t hurt her. Keep your foul hands away from her," he snarled, barely being able to hold himself back.

But Treia didn’t listen, her nails scratched her skin down from her neck to her shoulder, cutting her skin open and making blood flow out in abundance. She then ripped open her shirt from her shoulder and twisted her arm, making Aselia grimace in pain.

Treia didn’t stop, she grabbed Aselia’s pinky and tweaked her finger backwards, breaking the bones inside. The sickening sound of it reached Xiran as sharp pain travelled all through her body and she wanted to scream but didn’t.

Xiran was perturbed beyond words, the chains rattled as he struggled against them, his wings flapping to reach his Leia, who was writhing in pain in front of him but no sound escaped her. She didn’t want to cry out and give Treia the satisfaction of breaking her apart.

Treia was drinking her blood, biting her in various places along her neck and arm. As she held her face, her fingernails dug into the soft skin of her cheeks, making them bleed.

"Do whatever you want to me. Leave her, I won’t stop you now," his pained voice was like a broken melody. He would go to any length to save her.

"Don’t Xiran!" Aselia whispered, her voice coming out ragged.

Treia laughed and stopped, the haunting look in her eyes told them she had won. With the pad of her thumb, she swiped the blood from her lips and licked it before turning to Xiran.

"Your bitch is fucking delicious, now I know why you wanted her and only her," she said before calmly getting up and meandering towards him.

Aselia gazed at Xiran with a wounded heart, she knew what was coming. She was about to witness her loved one in pain. Her eyes widened in shock, and her breath caught in her throat, unable to escape the weight of her despair.

In that heart-wrenching moment, her spirit shattered, fragments of her composure scattered to the winds.

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the scene before her. A tremor coursed through her longing to reach out and erase the hurt etched upon Xiran’s face.

Every fibre of her being screamed with a mixture of helplessness and anger. Her voice faltered into a choked whisper, as words failed to articulate the depth of her sorrow.

"Close your eyes, Leia," he whispered to her in a broken voice.

He knew she wouldn’t be able to see this and she obeyed, as the tears escaped through her lashes laden with her turmoiled emotions, she heard Treia opening the zipper of his pants.