Mated To The Crippled Alpha-Chapter 125: Let’s Snap

Lincy’s behavior didn’t surprise me at all.

At first, she barely spared Lewis a glance. To her, he was a man with a weakness. Someone imperfect. Someone not worth chasing.

But the moment she learned who he really was what he held, what he commanded, what kind of power followed him wherever he went everything changed.

Her gaze shifted overnight.

Suddenly, the flaw didn’t matter anymore.

To Lincy and Monica, men weren’t partners. They were prizes. And Lewis? He was rare.

That was why she showed up today dressed like this. Not for dinner. Not for family.

She came to stake a claim.

The scent she wore was heavy and sweet, sharp enough to fill the room the moment she stepped inside. It clung to the air like a challenge. When she slipped off her coat, the dress beneath clung just as tightly to her body. Every movement was deliberate. Every bend calculated.

She believed men were simple. That all it took was skin and perfume.

I didn’t stop her.

I wanted to see what Lewis would do.

She leaned closer to him, smiling softly, lowering her voice. And Lewis didn’t react. Not even a flicker. His posture stayed relaxed, his gaze steady, like nothing about her interested him.

Then he spoke.

"Did you wash your hands before coming in?"

The question landed like a stone.

Lincy froze. "I uh "

He looked her over, calm but distant. "I don’t like dirt near me. And your scent is too strong. Please step back."

The room went quiet.

Her confidence cracked.

I had to bite back a smile.

Monica hurried to cover it up. "Lincy, go wash your hands."

I leaned back, amused. Lewis wasn’t distracted. He wasn’t tempted. He wasn’t like the others.

As I peeled another grape, Lewis leaned closer and bit into it before I could pull my hand away.

"I didn’t wash my hands," I said, startled.

He smiled faintly. "You’re fine. You smell right."

Heat rushed to my face.

Flustered, I stood and headed for the bathroom.

Of course, Lincy followed.

She stopped in the doorway, arms crossed, that smug look returning like armor.

"Don’t get too comfortable, Riley. If I took your man once, I can do it again. Let’s see how long this one lasts."

I turned on the tap slowly and washed my hands, unbothered.

She really believed that, didn’t she?

Did she think Yenik chose her because she was irresistible? No. He chose her because she was useful. Because she had something to offer. That was all.

She mistook being wanted for being valued.

If this came down to looks, I wouldn’t lose.

If it came down to strength, she didn’t stand a chance.

I wasn’t shaped in comfort. I was forged under pressure. I learned when to bend and when to bite. I knew when to wait and when to strike.

She had no idea who she was provoking.

Painting was never more than a hobby to me. A way to pass time.

I was chosen by Jeffrey himself. That kind of decision wasn’t made lightly. It meant trust. It meant judgment. It meant I was never weak.

In my past life, I didn’t lose because I was incapable. I lost because I underestimated how cruel people could be when they wanted something badly enough.

I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

This time, I had everything. The body. The mind. The experience.

I turned and raised a brow. "Oh?"

She smirked. "It took me three days to steal Yenik from you. Three days. While you were locked in the library during that storm, waiting for him... we were next door."

I smiled calmly.

"Does it bother me?" I said lightly. "Not really. It took you three full days to get him into bed. That’s honestly embarrassing. I’m guessing you paid for the room too. And you’re proud of that?"

Her face went pale.

She expected tears. Anger. Weakness.

But that girl was gone.

And she was standing in front of something she couldn’t intimidate anymore

Her jaw tightened, her breath coming fast and uneven. She looked cornered, like something had snapped inside her. Her lips moved, opening and closing, but nothing came out at first.

Then she exploded.

"You just wait," she hissed. "Give me one month. Lewis will be mine too."

I leaned closer, my smile soft, almost kind. "Then good luck. I really mean that."

I paused, then lowered my voice so only she could hear. "By the way... are you still talking to Yenik?"

Her eyes sharpened. "Why do you care?"

I shrugged. "We’re sisters, aren’t we? Just some advice. Men like him don’t change. If he betrayed me, he won’t hesitate to betray you. It’s only a matter of time."

"Shut up!" she snapped. "He only treated you that way because of you. Because you pushed him!"

I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorway, calm and unbothered.

"Wow. He’s still telling you the same pretty lies? Must be nice living in that little dream. I almost envy you."

She lifted her chin proudly. "Of course. I’ve always been Dad’s favorite "

I shook my head slowly. "No. You misunderstand. I don’t envy your life. I envy how clueless you are."

Her smile faltered.

"You really believe every word he says," I continued quietly. "While he’s keeping you close, he’s already expecting a child with Camilla. He’s been cheating on you this whole time. And here you are, acting like you’re the one he chose."

The color drained from her face.

I tilted my head, almost thoughtful. "Honestly, if someone ever invents something that raises intelligence, you should be first in line."

She looked like she’d been punched in the gut.

"You’re lying," she whispered. "Camilla can’t be pregnant."

"If you don’t believe me," I said calmly, drying my hands, "go find out yourself."

I walked out.

At dinner, Lincy barely touched her food. Her eyes stayed unfocused, her movements stiff. The words I’d planted were clearly working.

Monica, though, didn’t forget why they were there.

She nudged Lincy under the table. Hard.

Lincy jolted, then quickly scooped a bowl of soup and set it in front of Lewis with a forced smile. "Lewis, I worked really hard on this. Please try it."

Before anyone could speak, my mom slammed her chopsticks down.

"You worked hard?" her voice snapped. "That soup took me hours. All you did was pick up a ladle. What effort are you talking about?"

Monica laughed nervously. "Oh come on, Lena. She was just being kind."

But Mom didn’t soften.

"If Lewis wants soup, my daughter can serve him," she said coldly. "Why is your daughter always crossing lines? Do you really think no one notices?"

Monica turned to Grant, playing the victim. "Are you just going to sit there? She’s being so harsh."

Her tears looked practiced.

Lincy smirked at me, confident Grant would protect her like always.

"That’s enough," Monica added sweetly. "You’re embarrassing yourself, Lena."

Something snapped.

My mom stood up, her hands shaking. "I’ve stayed silent for years while this woman walked into my life and destroyed it. Today, I’m done. You act like you own this house. And your daughter she’s just like you. If you want to eat, eat. If not, leave. And if you want to stand with them again, then go with them. Don’t come back."

Before anyone could stop her, she grabbed the bowl of soup and flung it.

The hot liquid splashed over Monica and Lincy. They screamed.

"She’s crazy!" Monica shrieked.

"Yes, I am," my mom shouted back, eyes blazing. "My silence almost destroyed my daughter once. I won’t let it happen again."

Then suddenly, her face drained of color.

She covered her mouth and gagged violently.

My heart dropped.

Something was very wrong.