Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.-Chapter 361: The stuff men are made of.

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It was only a few minutes after Alpha Darius’ outburst at the council meeting, and at the time, all I could feel was an overpowering sense of anger.

All I felt was rage and irritation and betrayal... and everything else in between.

Why?

Because it was me he was supposed to be obsessed with, not some cheap slut who everyone talks about like she’s legendary.

I walked closely behind Alpha Darius, watching him as he stormed into his room, panting heavily, with his chest rising and falling rapidly; And while like this, all everyone could see was a big bad Alpha, the only thing I could see was a whiny little boy who had it all but still wanted more.

All I saw was his very disgusting greed,

...and I saw a reason to flee.

Why?

Because now, it is obvious that the seven years I have spent with him, being his slut and his literal hit woman, are a waste. Because it is now clear to me as day that we could never be more than what we have always been;

Alpha and subject.

A whore and her client.

And it hurts. It hurts like a fucking bitch. My eyes flashed with rage as I watched him pace from one end of his room to the other... again... and again until my head began to spin.

I yelled; "ENOUGH!"

At my outburst, he turned to look at me, his eyebrows cocked in a gesture of askance. His nostrils flared as he stalked closer to me... and closer. He hissed; "What was that for?"

"I should be asking you that," I growled, "...what was that for?"

For a couple of seconds, none of us spoke. We didn’t move either and I had almost begun to think that he would ignore me just like he’s been doing these past few days, but to my utmost surprise, he stalked away, went to stand by his large double windows and said so slowly, you would think he was talking to a kid.

He drawled; "Do you now want to start throwing tantrums, Anita?"

"No," I seethed quickly— a little too quickly and continued; "I only want to know why you are refusing to take up the throne now that she’s been confirmed dead!"

"You know why, Anita," he hissed, without turning to spare me a glance, "...so don’t bring this up now."

Don’t bring this up.

Keep your head down.

Do not speak until spoken to.

Do not interact with the other members of my pack.

Blah blah blah.

All of these were his rules, his rules which I have followed dutifully for most of my life, if not all of my life. But what did I get in return?

Nothing.

Just a ticket to being used for all his devilish schemes, and yet, he doesn’t even have the decency to make our relationship known to his people or to discard me like I know he plans to do sometime in the future.

I was twelve when I was found by his adoptive father, Ragnar, and when they discovered that I was a low born witch and not a Lycan, they had planned to execute me.

That was until the silver-haired, purple-eyed sweet speaking boy came to my rescue. He managed to convince his father that I would come in handy someday... and handy is what I have been for the past ten years.

My body convulsed with rage at the thought and I slowly rose to my feet, discarding my shimmering dress slowly as I drawled; "We have to talk about it, Alpha Darius."

At the use of his name and title, he turned to look at me, his eyes thinning with annoyance as they darted from my face to my now bare breasts. I heard the sharp intake of his breath when he took me in... and I saw... goddess, I saw the way his cock rose slowly from underneath the confines of his pants.

He snarled; "Stop please."

"Stop what?"

"Stop doing whatever you’re doing!" He rasped, squeezing his eyes shut as if in pain before turning away from me. "I want to think. I have things to do and I cannot accept you distracting me at a time like this."

Something about those harsh words twisted my heart. It broke me into a thousand tiny pieces only to piece me back together at his feet.

His feet.

The place where I have always belonged.

I drew in a sharp breath to stop the tears threatening to spill from my eyes and then I said slowly; "Is that what I am? Is that what I will always be to you... a distraction?"

"Anita..."

"Is that why you can never marry me? Is that why we’ve been fucking for years, yet, that scum, Leilani is the only woman you ever dream of having by your side on the throne?!"

I saw the way irritation flickered across his face and saw the way he ground his teeth together with annoyance before lifting his head to meet my gaze.

"Yes."

He was blunt. Too blunt.

I liked being told the truth but I hated when anyone was ever this blunt.

"You never planned to wed me, right? You never saw me as worthy. And that is why you made sure I became an outcast in this pack. It is why—"

"Oh, come on now!" He yelled, interrupting me furiously. "What did you expect? You are a witch. A witch! And I am a Lycan! Were you expecting us to have a lovely happily ever after? Were you expecting me to take you riding in the wind at the end of the day?!"

"Yes!" I cried, feeling my voice break.

"Then you must be crazy." His voice was low and cold. But it was nowhere as cold as the chill now running up my spine.

The corners of my eyes stung with tears, tears that I did not allow to fall, as I turned away from him.

His insult cut deep, but what cut deeper was the way he’d said it so flippantly without any remorse or pity or whatsoever. I sighed.

"Then how long did you intend to keep that from me, huh?"

He frowned. "What?"

"How long did you intend to hide the truth from me? You knew I wanted to be with you. You knew I wanted you, and knew that it was the only reason I agreed to be your puppet..."

"Oh, stop now."

"My love for you was the reason I had befriended Chalice—rest her soul— in the first place just to go on with your devious plan to make her believe I could swap her soul with her sister’s! She’s dead because of me and you— not like she didn’t deserve it for being so spoiled, but I have dug my hands in so much shit just to be with you!"

As my voice rose, he rolled his eyes, looking more disgusted with each passing second than he was interested.

"I gave you something in return," he snarled sassily, "...my dick. And you’ve been riding it for as long as we can both remember!"

His words should have irritated me but they didn’t. Instead, it only made me feel warm. It only made me want to show him how much power I had over him.

In anger, I shoved him hard in the chest and when he stumbled backwards, I used elemental magic to pull him close and then I kissed him hard on the lips.

Guess what?

He didn’t refuse me.