Della’s POV
Discreetly, I entered the pack house through the back door and was able to hide behind one of the pillars at the hallway leading to the living room. From here, I could take a glimpse of the hallway on the second floor.
Narrowing my eyes, I saw Kylian’s familiar back leaning on the railing in front of the study room. On his right side, a little bit in front of him, stood a woman.
From where I stand and the angle she was in as she was a bit far from the railing, all I could see was her shoulder to head. Narrowing my eyes, I used my lycan skill to see her face clearly.
My world seemed to had frozen right at this instant. My heart skipped a beat, my breathing hitched, and a knot suddenly formed in my throat.
I was speechless.
“She’s not lying…” I whispered in pain, pertaining to Stella’s words earlier.
Indeed, there’s a woman near Kylian who looked exactly like me. “What a sick bastard!” I cursed in my mind.