May 27
1005 Words
IRENE'S POV
My plan worked better than I anticipated. My sister has been laying unconscious in the pack cells for days. She may not wake, and even if she does, she still will die.
I feel a lot better now without her around. Without worrying about my Prince discovering that she is his true mate.
But seems whenever I solve one problem, another presents itself. There is this new pack soldier who looks like he just emerged from some wild cave. He lacks everything I want in a man, yet my wolf claims he is out true mate.
He has been in every one of my parties and my wolf has been going wild, wanting nothing but to go to him. She literary growls in my head when I get too close to the Angel Prince. So I told the Prince I need time to figure things out.
I didn't say what I needed to figure but he respected my request. I can already sense the frustration in the Angel's eyes at my refusal to being close to him.
My nineteenth birthday is first approaching and I can't afford to have my wolf going wild. Neither can I have a man claiming I am a werewolf and they are my mate. I need to get rid of that stupid looking stalker.
Today's party is yet to start and he is already here, almost the first to arrive. I signal to him to follow me. The smile that spreads across his lips is huge.
I make my way towards the washrooms. The stupid man follows. Just like I expected, there is no one around this area, good.
"My mate!" The man exclaims reaching for me. I push him roughly against a wall.
"I'm not your mate, you filthy son of a peasant!" I snap and he looks at me with confusion in his eyes.
"Yes you are! I can smell you and I know you have a wolf. If you are rejecting me, get a nerve and say it!" He roars.
Wow! That sounds badass! But still, I want nothing to do with a poor, skinny looking man.
"Yes, I am rejecting you! I Irene Macron, future Queen of this pack, hereby reject you....What's your name?"
"Don't bother, your rejection is accepted." He says with an emotionless face. He doesn't care about me, does he?! He does smell good, but because he is mated to me and not because there is a single good thing about him.
"Good! You leave me alone and never mention yo a single soul that I am your mate! You hear me!" I roar.
He snorts. "I have no wish to boasting of being mated to a devil in flesh! How long do you think it will take for the Prince to realise you ain't his angel?"
This man sure has guts. "None of your business! Now get your ugly face out of here!" I snarl, he turns and saunters away. There is a smirk on his face that is a little unnerving.
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SARAH'S POV
If I not dead, I am very close to it. My eyes just snapped open to be greeted by darkness.
I am laying on a cold floor, every muscle and bone hurts. I am also so thirsty and I can't get up on my own.
I try to move and groan in pain. Where could I be, hell? Haven't I endured enough suffering while alive?
I hear a door open and blinding light bounces in. It stings when the light hits my eyes so I close them.
I hear footsteps approach. Since I don't have much strength, I wait until they are close enough before speaking.
"Am I dead?!" I ask, my voice straining as even my throat hurts.
"Ha! ha! No, you're not dead! But you will be very soon." A female voice replies.
"Where am I" I ask.
"In the pack cells. I picked the worst for you since you're the animal that dared attack our future Queen! Now you pay!" The voice snaps.
What are this people talking about? When did I do that?
"The pig is awake?!" A male voice asks, I hear their footsteps approaching.
"Yeah, it looks almost dead though. Go inform the Prince." The female voice commands. Isn't that the same Prince that hurt me? That watched as people beat me? Why are they calling him?!
"You're to be publicly executed tomorrow, if you make it to then anyway." The female voice informs. Her footsteps starts moving away.
What?! What for? I didn't do anything!
I hear the cell door slam shut. I open my eyes once more. Darkness has returned.
I am in so much pain! I am hungry and thirsty as well. Who will save me from this hell? I should have ran away and became a rogue when I still had a chance. Because now, death is knocking.
I try to relax, shut my eyes and find sleep. The pain is too much to allow it.
I stare into the darkness, clenching my teeth when pain becomes unbearable.
About hours later, the door clicks open again. I shut my eyes. There are several footsteps that enter the cell this time.
"You finally found it right to wake up!" A voice I very well remember says. It's the voice of the Angel Prince. I have no interest in seeing him anymore. "I heard they call you pig, you sure smell like one!" He adds.
"Yeah, she has always smelled like a dustbin!" I hear Mother's voice say. "She is the worst child anyone can ever have!
That just cut my heart into two separate pieces. My own mother just said I am the worst child. Since Irene made me servant, I have done nothing else but serve them. How could they hate me so much.
I remain queit as they snap and insult me, speaking of bad things I have done which I don't recall doing. Finally, they get satisfied and leave.
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