“He did not hide me. He merely protected me. There is a difference… Luna.” She says the word Luna as though it possesses no true meaning to her.
Taking a deep breath I ask her again. “Where did he hide you?” Gritting my teeth hoping that once she tells me I can send her straight back to that place and make sure she never returns.
“In a pack far from here. You are afraid.” She says.
“What did you say?” I growl capturing the air in my lungs.
“Your eyes. They show me the truth. You are in fear that I will take your place.” She utters.
“Shut your mouth.” A warning I give her. My very first warning.
“I was born for this very purpose. I was moulded into perfection to be Deimos’s chosen. It pleased me when he quickly arranged for me to be driven away to another pack. It pleases me that he thought I would be of use to him in the future.”
“And what of your mate?” I spit. The male who might be dreaming of her. Waiting for her.
“The selected chosen must forfeit her mate. Just like Deimos did when he first met you.” She whispers.
This female. She played me with her innocent acts and fearful eyes. She called Deimos by his name which is the right given to only me yet she is not of fear to hold his name.
“I am warning you.” I mutter beneath my breath. The second warning I give her.
“Well you have bore a male now and you might think I have no role here but I do. I may be of use… several ways. One that will be hidden to you just like the meaning I held was. You stomp on our tradition, you have no right to be called Luna. You have no right to be at his right for you are nothing but…. unworthy.” My eyes widen to her words. She is shameless. Honestly I… I didn’t expect this in any way or form. She caught me off guard.
I smile. A smile showing all my teeth. The females’ eyes widen. I cackle holding my stomach. Their bodies tremble.
“Thank you for your kind words. I will make sure to forget them as soon as you die.” I mutter.
She frowns. “What?” She asks but before another distasteful word could leave his ugly mouth my wolf surges forth plucking the reigns of control from my hands.
My claws strike her throat with no hesitation plunging into her flesh. Her eyes widen and she screams her pain. Her hands clutching my wrist nails digging into my flesh. She struggles to speak another word. The females behind her shriek at the sight of blood oozing down making a small puddle at her feet.
Many try to pry my hand away from her throat yet their attempts are futile. My fingers reach into her throat and tug her oesophagus out in one harsh pull. She has no time to protest for her life is taken from her by me.
Her corpse falls to its rightful place. At my feet. Such a weak female yet prides herself as his chosen. The females fall to the ground mourning her. What kind of sickness is this for me to take in? I cannot even digest it. Some peer up at me with hateful eyes.
Deimos rushes in. “Can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?” He screams and the females’ whimper.
As I turn around his eyes widen. He looks at me frowning not understanding what is happening as if asking me to explain. But when his eyes peer to the bloody corpse of his chosen understanding pulls him in. He looks back at me.
I wait. For his wrath. For his blame. For his anger. I wait and wait but nothing comes. I am merely met with cold silence. I have killed a pack member today, this shall haunt me till the day I die. Kal is awake in his arms his eyes focused on his father.
I need to feed him. I look back at the dead chosen and all the females morning her. My lips wobble in frustration I feel as though I were betrayed. By my pack.
My fiery eyes meet that of Deimos. He shuts his eyes close unable to see my inner destruction. Striding to him picking up Kal from his arms I prepare to leave. Let him take care of this mess.
“Go. Make sure your chosen is taken care of.” I whisper. Gathering my saliva in my mouth I spit it at this foot of my disapproval of him. Of his choices and this tradition.
He raises his lips a hint of fang at my fury filled disrespect. No matter what he is an Alpha. An Alpha of this pack and he must be respected as such.
I walk out that kitchen door with one lingering glance at the counter. She has filthied it with her presence and it shall never be the same.
The sun sets bringing forth darkness but it seems nothing compared to the one I hold within my soul. I find there is no light, no good in me. I find that I possess every negative emotion. Anger, betrayal, misery and jealousy.
“I am famished.” Elriam grumbles from behind me. Her stomach speaks demanding to be fed.
“Your stomach sounds like my Kal, Elriam.” I chuckle heading into the dining room. I am protected within the circle of my females. In case the elders choose to take action on what I did this morning. I do not need protection yet Kal is held in my arms and I need to make sure he is safe.
I am guided into the room to be met with glances of disapproval and a newfound unworthiness towards me from the elders. The tradition they held, the female of sin they protected stripped off them by me.
But among the distasteful looks that spurts out tension within the room one set of eyes cuts through all with its gentle and welcoming gaze. His. Deimos’s.
I neither regard him nor reply to his antics. I merely jut my chin up with my spine straight and head to the other side of the room with my females hot on my heels.
Deimos’s eyes follow me frowning with confusion as to where I am going for I was not taking my seat at his right.
Striding to the table sitting down at my chair which is placed at the head of the table. My females gather around taking their seats baring their fangs with low threatening growls at the elders whilst scanning the room for threats.
His eyes widen and the entirety of his being trembles. He immediately looks towards his male awake and curled up in my arms and he quivers further. He does not want this. He does not wish for this. I am hurting him every part of his soul.
Understanding of the sudden situation comes to light within him for what he didn’t know was that I was not merely building a home but a table as well. His fist clenched placed upon the table it has a tremor he tries to control. His jaw clenched his heart painfully caged he tries his best to swallow the food down his throat. How can he when he cannot breathe?
I sit there on my table. A table I made for myself. A table he has no seat at. The chair to his right is empty.