“Get the fuck out of our pack. You’re not welcome here.” She hissed. Her eyes were now a dazzling purple.
“Too bad, that’s not your choice.”
“Don’t make me do something that you will regret.”
“Like what? Go cry to your daddy? Go ahead, because I sure won’t mind ripping his head off.”
Her canines were out now and I could see she was fighting herself. Well, since I had pissed her off... Why not carry on? Right?
“Touch my dad and you will wish you were never born.” She hissed. I smirked coldly.
“I already wish that.” I said dangerously.
She frowned. Her anger suddenly seemed to vanish, replaced by a look of confusion and then something else. She stepped back, looking away. I frowned. That wasn’t what I was expecting.
“You know when I was younger, I heard a story about the Lycan king who never found his mate. Who lived alone to rule the werewolf race until his last breath… A story that came into existence once you took your throne - About the mating ceremonies you hosted in hopes to find your queen-“
“That is not true. I only hosted them because the council thinks it’s a fucking good idea.” I said dangerously.
She was fucking confusing me with her mood that changed like the British fucking weather.
“Whatever the reason… In my head, I always wished the king found his princess. That he would get his happily ever after with one who teaches him how to love. I even wrote a story once where you lived happily with her. I think I was right. All you need is someone to see that you’re not a monster. I’m going to hope that beyond that façade of yours, there’s something inside you that at least cares ” She said quietly.
I looked at her coldly. I hated how she was prying into my fucking life and mind.
“There’s no such fucking thing as happily ever after. You’re more stupid than you fucking look. I don’t need your fucking kindness or pity.” I said.
My aura was rolling off me in waves and she wasn’t even budging. Why the fuck was she defying me?
“Then I guess I’ll just kill you with kindness.” She whispered. Her soft voice tempting me.
Her lips slightly parted, looked rather appealing, and I stepped closer glaring down at her. She glared back until she seemed to realise how close we were standing.
“Stay out of my way, little one. You don’t know what you’re messing with.” I said, leaning closer until my nose was just an inch away from hers.
I resisted a smirk. Well, no matter how rudely she behaved towards me, it was clear I still had a fucking effect on her and I didn’t mean fear. Her heartbeat had quickened and I saw her glance at my lips. It seemed like her fuck partner didn’t cut it. Maybe a real man was what she needed to satiate that fucking heat she had running through her. The smell of hazelnut chocolate swarmed my senses and I was tempted to bury my nose in her neck. Even the blood didn’t lessen the way she smelt.
“I’m not little and you’re the one who’s messing with me. Back out of my life and I’ll back out of yours.” She said quietly.
“Or what?” I taunted.
Her eyes flashed purple again but before she could even speak, I sensed another scent approaching and knew instantly who it was. I stepped back smoothly, crossing my arms. She glared at me.
“Or I’ll make sure you get your head out of your ass-”
“Kiara!”
I smirked as her face drained of colour, she turned to look at none other than her father. His eyes were a dark blue but he was not looking at me.
Now this was fun. Did daddy’s little girl just land in hot water? I saw him look at the blood on the ground and then at the blood that still stained her head. His anger grew and was rolling off him in waves but it was now mixed with worry.
“Dad, calm down.”
She glanced at me and I knew she realised I had sensed him approaching. Her eyes flashed for a second before she stepped in front of her dad, between me and him.
“I triggered him off, dad.” She said.
Smart girl. I wouldn’t mind an excuse to vent all my anger out, and I had to admit that he was probably the strongest opponent I was going to find, but I was still stronger.