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“Triggering.” I actually found amusement in the word. “You’re funny, Aura. You are also lucky Malachite saved you from my instinctive need to make you a living voodoo doll.”
Neither of them said anything as I returned my attention to my lovely whisky cart that was begging for my affection.
I reached out again, but Aura’s hand grabbed my wrist.
“William, you need to stop.”
“Stop what?” I asked and tried to play naive as I gave her a questioning look.I probably looked scary as fuck because I was pretty sure I was glaring. "Enjoying a lovely beverage on such a stressful night?”
I felt insulted that someone would even try to control me which was why I flicked her hand away.
“Fuck off, Aura,” I cursed, hoping she wouldn’t try to stop me a third time.
Clearly, I’d underestimated her persistence because she not only slapped away my hand yet again when I tried to reach for the bottle but she swiftly took the exquisite glass bottle like it wasn’t heavy, twisted the cap with a slide of her thumb against the metal edge, and downed the bloody thing as if it was water.
I literally stared with a baffled expression while Beta Malachite looked like he wanted to cringe watching someone as tall and thin as Auraleia down an entire bottle of whisky in one go.
When she finished, she hissed and burped.
“Fucking hell. How aren’t you dead with this shit?” she complained and looked at the label. “40% alcohol?! Why haven’t your kidney’s shut down?”
“Says the girl who legit downed the fucking bottle,” Beta Malachite acknowledged with a disgusted expression. “That’s gonna hit you when you least expect it.”
“Well…ya, but William was being a douche!” she argued as if I’d even said anything.
I rolled my eyes instead.
“If you weren’t interfering with my life, I wouldn’t be a douche of a mate,” I snapped at her and glanced back at the cart of wine in hopes of finding something else aside from the whisky.
Guess vodka will have to do.
"You have to stop,” Aura stressed and took my hand before I could fully reach the bottle of Absolut Vodka. "This is like another form of suicide.”
“Good,” I dismissed. “My death will make up for Papa Dearest’s sacrifice.”
“William,” Aura hissed and squeezed my hand. "You need to stop this downhill spiral. There are so many that care about you.”
“If I was truly on a downhill spiral, I would have already jumped off this fucking balcony,” I reminded her in a condescending tone. It wasn’t rocket science. It was obvious I wasn’t suicidal.
Well…not yet maybe?
"You’re heading down that road if you keep drinking like this,” she muttered, which only made me chuckle eerily before I tugged her forward harshly.
She shrieked and lost her balance, crashing into my chest, which gave me the option of spinning us around until I had her pressed against the glass of the balcony.
Her eyes widened and her aura danced rather vibrantly. I could hear how rapidly her heart was beating thanks to my sudden shift in reaction. My eyes were voids of emotionless spheres to match my blank expression.
“Alpha William.” Beta Malachite’s tone was a bit of warning, and the balance between humble and authoritative warning was enough to make me pause in my actions to give him a deadly side glare.
He flinched immediately, and I wondered how deadly I looked. Could he see my broken resolve in my eyes or how I wished to go on a rampage until the world itself suffered the consequences of one person’s actions?
It was like in a movie where a person or even a dog was killed, and the traumatic event acted as a catalyst for death until the person was satisfied.
Until they’re all dead and the desire for revenge finally lulls over.
"Alpha,” he said the title again before bowing his head to allow me to absorb the sight of his submission. "Tensions are high with everything that has happened. It wouldn't be wise to kill Auraleia. No matter her similarities to her sister.”
“If similarities were the reason for my craving to kill her, she’d already be dead, Beta Malachite,” I pointed out the obvious as my eyes slowly returned to the woman in my grasp — my hand was around her pale neck while her widened eyes bored into mine.
