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“Amos made it as an emergency pill if you show signs of mental instability,” he declared like it was no big deal.
The revelation made me chuckle before I tilted my head further up —not because the fucker was taller than me, but to offer a condescending vibe as my aura began to rise dangerously.
"I’m supposed to trust Amos creating me a pill that will make me feel ‘mentally well’ when his fucking twin sister shot my Papa Dearest to death with the intention of killing me?” I don’t know where this sudden energy came from, but it made me want to speculate everything.
And everyone.
"You know King Amos, or in some cases Queen Auraleia, isn’t your enemy,” he argued.
“Oh really?” I tossed back. “How should I know, hmm? It wasn’t less than 24 hours ago that I stood in the main hall with a bunch of strange, overpowered royals who think they’re the shit after potentially being hexed by an unknown enemy only to be the center of surprise as Queen Auraleia of whatever directional court in Faerie shows up with her grand entrance and ends up being my fucking mate thanks to manipulation from some set of experiments that I underwent when I was supposed to be doing recovery because of some fucker from Dubai who hates females and wished to end my existence like the rest of the fucking world,” I rambled in one breath and sweetly added, “Including you who ‘dislike’ me but don’t potentially ‘hate’ me.”
“Willow.”
“Alpha Willow Alundra Phoenix of the De Luca Pack,” I snarled and enjoyed watching him suddenly drop to his knees as the immense power pulsing through me decided it was time to remind this man of his place.
The surprise in his wide eyes made me grin manically as I seductively leaned over to grip his chin so he had no choice but to look my way.
“I bet I know why you dislike me,” I purred. “It must suck balls to serve a mentally ill shifter who’d been outcast the majority of her life for having a pussy and being the heir to Roberto’s grand empire and assets. Did you ever wish I’d just die off somewhere so Roberto would move on from his apparent love to my dearest Mother, who is clearly busy ruling her Empire or whatever else she does that takes all her time?”
Goddess knew I wasn’t making much sense —or maybe I was and so I was letting all this pent-up annoyance come out to claim its next victim of my fury —but it felt so good to see him kneel before me that I wanted to drill the sight into my memory again and again.
"I told Roberto you have a crush on me. He said you can’t have me. Over his dead body. Funny he said that. He’s fucking dead,” I huffed and moved my grip from his chin to his neck.
He stiffened further as I leaned in even closer, my eyes burning with power while I smiled so widely that my teeth surely were on full display.
"It’s funny how when you’re suddenly deemed important, everyone wants to support you. The world bows to your feet because now you carry a title no one else can steal from you. I’m no longer the fucking doormat everyone enjoyed walking over. The 6 pm to 6 am female bitch that everyone could talk shit about for being born a bitch and not a prosperous man who would rise to the chair of her dearest Papa. I bet the pack is talking, aren’t they? We’re going to be ruled by a woman? Fuck that.”
The mention of it brought laughter out of me as I only further tightened my hold around his throat. He tried to hide his struggle, but he was a fool to think I couldn’t feel his discomfort.
That I couldn’t smell his fucking fear…and arousal.
"Those fuckers who belittled me are now hearing through the grapevine that my Papa Dearest is dead thanks to my witch of a best friend who was trying to be rid of my existence. I'm not considered a blessing and a curse, the rulership under the ruthless Roberto De Luca coming to an end and being replaced by his female heir who probably can’t run a pack, let alone a whole fucking Empire.” It was far too amusing to talk about, my giggles rather high pitched to my sense of hearing.
“Willow?”Dimitris’s voice entered my mind but I ignored him like he was simply background music.
"You know, when I was on that balcony, drinking all the whisky in the land, I got to stand there and enjoy the grand view of destruction while the plentiful floods of thoughts of my father’s pack members bounced through the inside walls of my head,” I revealed. “Thoughts of jumping me. Killing me. Fuck, even raping me. How I’d become a slave to the strongest members, and their desire to have a rebellion against me. I haven’t been an Alpha for 24 FUCKING HOURS and this huge pack of wolves wants to go against me?!”
I was practically screaming while my white strands began to levitate as if my anger was but fuel to the magically dosed tresses.
“The only daughter of Roberto De Luca. His prodigy. His mini-me. The one he tortured in every way shape and form so I’d be able to endure anything that came my way!” I took pride in saying that even as tears spilled down my face.
I used my free hand to pat my chest, my bond mark unexpectedly glowing like the rest of the incantations and bond marks along my curved frame.
“Papa Dearest prepared me for their rebellion. Prepared me for this fucked-up world that dares to reject me. Dares to put me through the wringer of torture and agony because I won’t crumble under the pressure of the world like a good submissive bitch! Because I can’t dare accept not claiming what I deserve. Not dominating all those fuckers who dare to continue looking down at me like I’m a weak bitch in comparison to their pathetic asses!”
I could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold his breath much longer, which made me lick my lips as the idea of him struggling for breath was a sight I begged to witness with my own eyes.
“So tell me, Malachite. Who should dislike who?” I inquired. “For I’ve fought throughout my entire life to claim a birthright that should have been automatically given to me. I’ve survived endless torture, ridicule, bullying, and mistreatment for another’s entertainment. I’ve been but a laughing stock to the members who should have been taught to give me respect because I was the child of their Alpha. And I had to survive this crazed mind of mine because so many dared to think it’s their right to fuck me up with happy pills that seem to cure everything instead of finding the true root of my insanity. You think if one person truly worked hard to ensure I got the proper therapy after all the shit I’d been through I would be this fucked up in the head?” I used my free hand to run my hands through his locks, gripping them and pulling his head back while I hovered right over him so our lips were mere inches from each other.
“If I listened to the dark thoughts that beg for revenge, I’d wipe that pack out so fast, no one would be able to report to the Underground grapevine of rumors. I’d go on a rampage and enjoy slaying every fucking person, shifter, organization, and pack who took enjoyment in my suffering. All the hatred I’ve stacked in the tiny little chest filled with memories that make me want to snap would be free to open nice and wide, and how that hatred would convert to so much power, even NYC wouldn’t be able to handle me.”
He was literally red as his lips were beginning to turn blue, the lack of oxygen beginning to take its toll on him as he fought to keep still and not jerk out of my grasp.
“If Felecia wasn’t pretty high up on my kill list, I wonder if you would have been third?” I pondered. “Despite my crazed state, I can’t find a strong enough validation to let you die in my hands.”
With that, I let go of him, and he gasped for breath which made him cough up a storm. I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched him cower to catch his breath.
"You managed to service a man who was known to be the definition of crazed ruthlessness. Managed to not trigger him enough times that he didn’t feel the urge to shoot a bullet into that skull of yours. Is that your secret power? To put up with any Alpha’s madness? Or do you simply have a high survival rate?”
