In a large room, where three red-haired females stayed in flimsy clothing, I walked in, dragging a bloody man behind me. His neck held a deep cut, and he tugged hard on the rope I used to pull him in.
"Oh, you are here. Did you miss me, darling?"
As soon as one of the women sitting on the four-poster bed saw me, her lips widened into a smile—one that no human nor any other species could possess except her kind. Her ears flapped slightly, like the wings of a butterfly, a fake blush tainting her cheeks as she crossed her legs, winking seductively.
"That smile is hideous…" I feigned a look of disgust, then threw my father's guard at her feet. "I brought gifts for you; his organs should be good for making a potion."
Bliss settled in my chest as I watched the fear cradled in the guard's eyes. Even in his bloody state, missing a leg, he still tried to move backward, his butt dragging against the floor…Run, fucking trying to get away from me. His torture had only just begun—right after Elysia had left the corridor.
"That's what you are, a bitch. When the Alpha gets tired of you, I will treat you like the real bitch that you are."
I scoffed, remembering his words as I took a few steps toward the fidgeting man.
"You had so much courage when you spoke that moment, where is it now?"
"Y...your father would learn about this."
"Would you tell him that when he meets you in hell too…" I caught his chin in a tight grip, digging my elongated claws into his cheek, my body lighting up with the sight of more blood. "So fucking relishing, isn't it, Amethyst?" I asked the witch, who still sat on the bed, a satisfied grin on her face as she munched on a plate of sandwiches, dipping her finger in an already melted ice cream, which was really not the usual ice cream humans eat, but men's testicles turned to ice cream by her.
"So, so fucking good, baby. I love my gift. If you'd leave him to me, Ronan dear… The testicles of a werewolf and his heart, aren't you sweet?" Her voice was sultry, as the other witches who sat beside her excused us.
"Do me the honor to get those out for you," a dangerous smirk played on my lips.
"I...I would tell your father…yo...yo—ahhh."
A cry of pleasure spilled from his lips as I drove my claws into his heart, twisting lightly. "Now this is how it feels to toy with someone's heart." His body convulsed lightly as he fought tirelessly to get my wrist off his neck.
"Father is physically blind to have such weaklings as his guards, tsk." My hand twisted deeper, as blood ran down my forearms…I loved it. This was my most fun-filled kill ever, feeling a pulsing heart in your hold. It feels like power itself, it feels breathtaking as you watch the life seep out slowly from an enemy.
"Eeny, meany, miny, moe,
Catch a wolf by the throat,
If he hollers, make him bleed,
No one's here to hear you plead…" Amethyst giggled like a kid as she came to stand next to me, jumping lightly.
"Get it out now, baby."
With a last smile, I pulled out a slightly beaten heart, watching the guard's eyes go hollow as I handed it to the excited Amethyst.
"The cutest heart ever; I am honored to add this to my collection, baby."
I got up from my crouching height as realization dawned on me. I had left her with Father all because I wanted to take care of this asswipe—his words, their laughter, the dress she was in, the way they watched her as she walked to Father's room, the bitch who had given her the dress. I craved to kill all of them.
"Don't get into my head!!" I was quick to catch Amethyst by the neck before she used that shitty magic and vanished, the bitch was trying to read my thoughts… Her tongue stuck out of her lips, the tip dividing into two like that of a snake as she brought it to my face.
A low growl left my lips as my palm around her neck became itchy, and I slammed her hard into the wall, but she burst with a chuckle.
"I want out, now!!!"
"You smell of a weird force, something intimate, a flowery scent." Jealousy flashed in her eyes. "You found her…"
"I need your help to get back to Arkansas, you love my gi—"
She suddenly pushed my hands off her, anger burning through her face.
"I have waited for you to see me, Ronan…"
"Fuck it…"
I pushed my hair back into my hair, ready to let my wolf take over if she wasn't going to help. It would be faster than me traveling with this pair of lazy human legs, but Amethyst's magic would have been faster than both my wolf and I… if she helped me create a portal.
"You tell me you rejected her when you return; if you do not come to me, I will fucking come to you and end her!!"
She took a purple potion from a shelf, spilling it on the floor, and a portal opened in front of me.
"And you'd just help yourself get killed faster…"
Werewolves and humans can still be accepted, but not werewolves and other species, especially our mutual enemies, vampires… I and Amethyst just happened to know each other sixty years ago when she was being attacked by the rogues of my kind.
She is beautiful, the actual temptation to a man, but she was more of the woman who expected something more, and I tried not to hate her because I disliked such character in a woman I showed no interest in.
I do not do romance, I was ready to stop believing fated mates exist. I had believed they made those shit all up until I had the feel of what it is like to finally find one… my firefly.
I was back in my father's packhouse, striding through the corridor, the murmuring going around dying as I walked past. I loved being the center of attention when it comes to gore, they saw the blood on my forearms and some designing my clothes—an original design much better than hyped Gucci designs in Italy.
Father's door was slightly open, and I pushed it even more open so it could fit my body with ease.
And it was stupid that none of them sensed my presence immediately, but my anger held no bounds as I saw my Firefly in his lap, his hand wrapped around her throat.
"You were not like last night, you were so obedient." I stopped myself from letting out a sarcastic laugh. If only he knew he had been drugged by his son, letting him think he actually had a taste of what's mine.
It took a while before I got noticed, and when I did, I locked eyes with her, and the urge to get Father into shreds burned deeper as those luscious hazel eyes pulled me into their own heaven, staring at me innocently, anguish and fear burning through them and it made my blood boil further, those emotions where meant to be mine.
Firefly is so fucking mine.
I hope my letter left that impact on her, even if it was brought to her late by Claws, my raven. It was meant to be delivered last night, but Claws had fucked the whole setting up.
"I have something to talk to you about, Father, and it's very confidential. I want everyone out." He is finally getting what he wants. I am giving him his heart's desires just because I wanted Firefly out of his fucking arms, without killing him, not now when I am trying to give that respect as his ''son' by title, if I did kill him they would think I did it for the throne, fucking no, I had the wealth he had dreamed for, the wealth his other son's and daughter couldn't have combined. I watched his eyes light up.
"Out, everyone… You, I will get back to you." I could hear his croaky whisper all too well as he told my mate in a threat, which he definitely wouldn't when I got more drugs that killed his cells slowly into his rotten system.
Father's mistresses walked past quickly, but to have that little contact, to get that heavenly scent more, I had blocked her path without bringing much attention "E... excuse me, sir."
Her eyes were on the ground the whole time, and I wanted her to look up at me. I am not her husband who demands respect.
I made a slight space for her that she had wriggled out, our skin touched, and I felt that beautiful spark again, my dick and my wolf going frenzy with need.
"You would extend your business here, son, isn't it? And I would be getting the share I asked for, right?"
"Yes, Father."