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My wrath.
“S-S-Saint!” Christopher stuttered, but I paid no mind to him as my eyes remained locked on Arthur’s mismatched ones.
“If you wish to bargain, that’s not my thing, so you won’t get far.” I got to the point. “I’m not in the mood for bullshit.”
“Neither am I,” Arthur agreed with a sly grin while his eyes narrowed. “Do you understand what you’re doing? What you’re committing?”
“Either you’re working for Lucifer and are here to scold me for almost triggering the end of the world or you need something more from me.” He knew I wasn’t going to beat around the bush of conversation, and thank goodness he enjoyed getting to the point himself or else this confrontation would only become a scorching battle of death.
“Well, Lucifer does send me to do tasks from time to time, but I ain’t his puppy dog. He can get Cerberus to do all his dirty work for him. Or Hades, but he’s enjoying his romantic time with Persephone or whatever. Sex is rather addicting when you can only do it six months out of the year.”
Arthur rose up then, and with a single blink, he faced me with a cunning grin while his eyes bored into mine.
“So you’re the one who can rule the underworld but are here upon these lands playing playboy god? Hmm. I’m not sure if I should be jealous or disgusted.”
“If you had the opportunity to do it, you wouldn’t be holding a grudge.” I pointed out the obvious as I boldly arched an eyebrow at him and whispered,“Who the fuck are you? I’ll enjoy making you suffer before calling my reaper friend to fuck you up.”
My threat simply made him laugh as he only inched closer till our lips were barely touching.
“You mean Loki? The Yang pack’s reaper god. Ah. He’d enjoy fucking me up, honestly. Not literally, because I’m not his type. Too sinful and dark for a guy that could probably open the fucking gates of heaven to get what he truly wants. See, he technically hates my guts and probably wants to kill, revive, and kill me again for at least a century after I kidnapped your beloved queen after my puppet drugged you both.”
He was clearly waiting for a reaction from me, but I kept completely still while my face was as neutral as ever.
“You allowed my drug to knock you out on purpose?” Arthur’s voice was barely there as he continued to peer into my eyes. He was trying to decipher what my true motive was, and frankly, I’d have to give him props for figuring that out. “You wanted this to happen. You knew your De Luca would survive.”
“My Blossoming Flower isn’t one to simply die because she fell out of a plane.”
“Yet she did die,” Arthur acknowledged, but he didn’t hold an ounce of amusement as he muttered, “You knew she wouldn’t accept entering the afterlife so soon.”
“My queen isn’t a fucking coward who hides away in the shadows and kidnaps shifters across the world to brutally rip them apart until they’re savage beasts ready to destroy the world as we know it.” I said the words nice and slow while my obvious anger began to seep into my statement.
It made Arthur smirk as he got a reaction from me, but he still seemed intrigued which was why he continued this close-distance bullshit.
“You’ve mated with her.”
The single sentence was what made the corners of my lips curl while my eyes darkened with so much power, it made Arthur flinch and take a step back.
“Yes. I’ve mated with Willow De Luca and I bear her mark,”I declared and purposely raised my hand to show the symbol upon my flesh.
“I-I-Impossible!” Christopher chipped in—of course, he did. “Your mate died! You’re supposed to be mateless for the rest of your existence! What kind of sorcery did you pull off to be mated to another? Let alone, that wench of a wom—”
“Can you shut the fuck up?” Arthur was the one who stated the words, which followed with a gut-wrenching gasp. It forced me to look at the man in white. The gown that resembled purity was no longer of the snow-like shade as it began to taint red with the man’s blood.
The blade of a scythe pierced out of his chest.
He dropped to his knees, those blue eyes wide with fear as he took in the blade that pierced him so flawlessly.
“Now kneel there and think about how utterly useless and disposable you are. Once I’m done with my conversation, I’ll decide if it's worth killing you now or later,” Arthur concluded and returned his attention to me.
“What benefit does your woman get for mating with you?” Arthur questioned. “If you’re telling me because she loves you, then I’ll teleport and go kill her my damn self because that’s utter bullshit.”
I actually rolled my eyes.
“What do you think this is? A sappy rom-com?” I huffed. “That woman that everyone is so afraid of is our fucking savior. The one who’s managed to gather eight endangered wolves and bring us together without us killing one another. I’m positive you’re not dumb enough to ignore such power.”
“Sadly, I’m not,” Arthur muttered. “And I’m pretty sure her pussy is just like any other female on the block.”
My eye twitched but I fought every urge to wrap my hand around his neck and strangle him to appease my annoyance.
