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“Fuck! We lost her!” Felicia’s voice pierced through the room which made my eyes widen as I peered up to see Amos’s calm expression. He looked like he expected this to happen, which had to be why he didn’t even react to the random intrusion.
“You’re wasting my valuable time, Felicia.” It had been a hot minute since I’d last heard Beta Malachite's stoic voice of boredom. “I have duties to attend to which I know don’t include you because they fall upon my shoulders to not fuck up.”
“I get it, Malachite, but I fucking need to speak with that bitch!” Felicia huffed.
“Soon to be princess,” Beta Malachite corrected. “You’re going to have to change your attitude unless you wish for Viktor to finally slice a knife through your throat like he’s surely always wanted to do.”
“You’re supposed to be supporting me here!” Felicia screamed.
“How so?” Beta Malachite offered and goodness, I wanted to see what was happening.
Amos lightly trailed his hand down my back, igniting shivers through me as I peered up to see his teasing grin. Now that he had my attention, he moved his free hand in a circle before using his index finger to poke the air—the movement triggering a mini cloud of blue that encouraged the creation of a golden mirror.
Our reflections faded and revealed Beta Malachite and Felicia as they stood in the middle of the room.
Beta Malachite didn’t look happy in the slightest. In fact, you could see just how annoyed he was to be wasting his time.
Felicia, on the other hand, continued to look like the bitch she was, only fuming with a red face.
"We’re both Betas of one of the most powerful packs in NYC and you’ve done nothing to aid me during Roberto’s absence! There were rumors he was in a coma, and yet he shows up out of nowhere just to witness that outcast claim her apparent birthright? This is insulting, Malachite! She can’t get that title! That’s fucking immunity!”
“Isn’t that the point?” Beta Malachite noted as if it weren’t obvious. “You believe she hasn’t gone through the harsh grapevine to earn immunity?”
“That’s not the fucking point!” Felicia exclaimed and put her hands in the air. “She’s the fucking enemy!”
Beta Malachite sighed as he shook his head.
“You’re getting sloppy, Felicia,” he noted as he took a few steps forward until he now towered over her with his oak tree height. It was intimidating enough for Felicia’s eyes to widen while her cheeks began to flush.
“W-What do you mean?”
“Do you really think I don’t know what you’ve been up to?” Beta Malachite began as his eyes took her in before darkening. "I didn’t think you’d be playing double pack life.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she insisted, which only led to Beta Malachite shaking his head in dismay.
"Don’t lie to me, Felicia. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re bullshitting me.”
“You’ve known me long enough and yet you never support me,” Felicia countered. "We’re supposed to be lovers and you fucking rejected me!”
Oh?
My eyes widened as I peered over to Amos, who was smiling at the steamy hot tea we were being served. I’d have to remind him that his male ego really did enjoy drama.
Or something attracted it.
"You’re not my type,” he boldly declared as if the fact he rejected her wasn’t even enough.
“Then who’s your type, huh?” Felicia snapped. Her voice shook with pain which only confirmed she was still hurt by the rejection. “Is it the same bitch that everyone is fighting to be mated to? She has what? Nine fucking mates? Ten?! She might as well open a mating business and collect you men like fucking Pokémon!”
That actually sounded smart, to be fair, if my morals were more fae-like in nature.
"At least she’s loyal to a pack that treated her like utter shit,” Beta Malachite casually responded. “Unlike you who can’t decide which side she wants to be on.”
“Stop talking in riddles and be fucking blunt, Malachite!” Felicia snapped.
"The moment Willow reclaims her title as Alundra Phoenix, I’ll have no choice but to side with her,” he announced, to which Felicia barked out a laugh.
“You have no choice? Everyone has a fucking choice, Malachite.”
