I couldn’t believe my mother had slapped me because of Nathalia.
She didn’t even care to know the truth!
What kind of mother was she?
“I thought putting you in timeout would teach you some sense. But I was wrong. You ungrateful child! All you do is embarrass me. I hate you!”
Her words struck me like daggers before they softened slightly as she turned to Nathalia. “She should be punished.”
My heart shattered into a thousand pieces as her words sank in, tearing me apart even more. I couldn’t believe my mother valued a stranger over me.
The dream made sense now.
“Make it quick, darling,” she urged Nathalia. “She embarrassed me, and now she should be embarrassed!” Her eyes locked onto mine as she hissed.
“Please, believe me. I never stole anything, I swear. Someone must have put it in my room. I haven’t even entered my room all day,” I pleaded desperately, hoping to reach her.
“I didn’t raise a thief!” she muttered, looking away.
I noticed the fake smile Nathalia flashed at my mother. Not because she liked her, but because hating me was the only bond they shared. That was their only common ground.
With a heavy heart, I looked at my mother, who couldn’t wait for Nathalia’s punishment. I could see the excitement in her eyes.
“She will attend the meeting with the Alpha King, but instead of joining as part of the Alpha’s family, as we agreed earlier, she will serve us, carrying dishes as a maid,” Nathalia smiled at my mother, finishing her statement before glancing at me.
“So be it,” my mother confirmed before walking away, leaving me with Nathalia and a guard.
My heart skipped two beats at Nathalia’s pronouncement, and I staggered backward in disbelief.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
I was supposed to sit there while the maid served us. Why would Nathalia make me the maid? Didn’t she consider the shame this would bring me?
“I didn’t steal anything!” I cried in frustration, hoping my tears would reach my mother’s heart, but her ears were deaf to my pleas.
She would never believe me, no matter what I said or did.
It was a waste of time trying to convince her.
In that moment, I hated my life.
Maybe I should just end it all and be free from the torment, since she hated my existence so much.
“It will be so much fun to watch you humiliated,” Nathalia smirked, her face flushed with anger and jealousy.
Damon
My canines ground together in anger as my eyes narrowed, locking onto the half-dead man pleading for his life before me like a coward. I hated cowards.
Pleading only stoked the burning inferno inside me.
“Be a fucking man, not a pussy!” I snapped, ignoring his screams as my elongated claws sank deep into his flesh, slashing across his ugly face.
“You weren’t pleading when you joined the conspiracy,” I spat, irritated by his pitiful state.
Fucking hypocrite.
“Please, my king,” he coughed weakly. I could feel his pulse growing fainter with every passing second. From the way his blood oozed, I knew he wouldn’t last long.
“It was the devil,” he whimpered, his trembling fingers grabbing the edge of my shirt in desperation.
Blinding rage washed over me as my eyes turned red. How dare he touch my clothes with his filthy hands?! He was lucky he hadn’t touched me directly.
“It would be a pleasure to send you back to him,” I said coldly, ripping his heart out of his chest and watching his lifeless body slump to the ground like a pack of cards.
“What have you done? You monster!” a voice yelled from behind me.
Monster? I had been called many things, but never a monster.
A thrill of excitement surged through my bones at the way the word sounded on his lips.
Monster. Hmm. I liked that.
A dark smile tugged at my lips as I turned to face him. “I forgot you were here for a moment,” I said, walking toward my second prisoner. I recognized him instantly despite his battered face. He was a member of my council.
The thumping of my heavy boots against the hard floor and his erratic breathing were the only sounds filling the dungeon.
Unlike the first one, this man wasn’t a coward. He was a man. But beneath his brave face, I could sense the fear-a frightened cat pretending to be a lion. The smell of his fear only excited me.
I couldn’t wait to feed on his fear and end him.
I hated long talks.
“We know who our king is. You won’t occupy that position for long. Your end is near, you demon!” he growled, pinning his gaze on me.
Demon? I liked that too.
I commended his boldness, but his arrogance started to irritate me.
“And who will the unfortunate successor be?” I asked calmly, leaning in closer to him.
He grinned, flashing his bloody teeth and torn lips. “It would be a surprise.” His bloodshot eyes were still fixed on mine.
Was he challenging me?
“You think we like you and want you to rule over us as the Alpha King?” he began.
It was no secret that almost all my council members hated me, that they didn’t like my judgment. They hated that I had survived this long on the throne as the Alpha King, but I didn’t let it bother me. Leading my people was my priority, no matter how cruel I was.
It was high time I sanitized my council members.
“A war is coming, Damon,” his voice filled my ears, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Anger flooded me at the way he addressed me without adding my title. But I contained it. I wanted to hear what the bastard would say.
“You will be overthrown, and your life will be wasted just like your brother’s and Ivy’s.”
“Enough!” I bellowed, growling at him and slashing his face with my claws. My voice was so loud that I could feel the room vibrate.
I could feel rage overtaking me as smoke radiated from my body.
How dare he mention my late brothers and my mate?
And my problem.
His words only brought back memories I had tried so hard to forget. They were like a sharp knife piercing my heart, reopening a half-healed wound.
I shut my eyes to stop the hot tears from streaming down my face. Seeing me cry was the last thing I wanted.
No one had ever seen me cry, and no one ever would!
The memories resurfaced in a rush, playing in my head. It was so vivid that I could picture every detail.
The rogue’s attack on my pack made me lose everything I loved dearly-my mate and my brothers.
We were triplets, Alpha Kings ruling over other packs fearlessly, but I was the only one left alive. For years, I tried to move on, but I was stuck.
No matter what I did, I never healed. I was broken, and no one could fix me.
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