My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 142

My world started spinning. Something heavy slammed into my chest, forcing the air out of my lungs and harassing my vocal cords with a painful growl. Hot, furious tears flooded my cheeks and burned my eyes while my heart ached for the mother I had hardly known. But from Ezra, I knew that she loved me even though she had to leave me. I hoped to see her again. I hoped to reconcile with her. I hoped to take her out of the Southern Woods Pack. Why even she had been taken away from me?!

"Oh… You didn't know she was dead?" Derek snorted viciously, rubbing salt in my wounds, "This is hilarious! All those years you didn't even know she was dead!" he burst out, nearly stumbling from laughter.

I gritted my teeth, desperately trying to hold my body in a fighting stance. Tears kept falling from my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to stop them. I needed to see clearly. I had to focus. I was already exhausted, and I had just received a huge mental blow, yet I forced myself not to fall apart.

"How did she die?" I squeezed out, clenching my fists to the point where my knuckles became white.

Derek looked at me with unhidden amusement and stepped towards me. "That Leber bitch dared to challenge Alpha to fight for leadership. She must have lost her mind to think she had any chance against him."

"How dare you insult my mother!" I snapped.

"She was never worthy to be an Alpha! Her pack meant nothing until it became absorbed by the Southern Woods! What kind of a Luna acts against her Alpha's will?!" he yelled.

"She was more than worthy!" I thundered, "It takes guts to go against your mate! She couldn't stand that the Alpha of her pack dirtied everything with the blood of others!"

Derek sneered, "You think she did it to save the pack?" He looked at me spitefully and spat beneath my feet. "She did it for you."

"W-what?" I muttered painfully.

Derek chuckled, deriving satisfaction from my agonizing heartache, "When that fucking traitor helped you escape, she begged Alpha not to chase after you. She was crawling on her knees and crying like a worthless mongrel. When he refused, she challenged him and died miserably at Alpha's hands."

Something cracked within me. How could he kill his own mate? What happened to their bond? I was certain that my mother had to suffer excruciating pain only because she chose to go against Randall D'Apolito, but he would have rather killed her than let me go…

Unknowingly, my hand went to the aching part of my chest, rubbing it to ease my suffering. Increasing rage helped to dry my tears. I looked at Derek as if he impersonated all the hatred I had for that bastard who happened to be my father.

Derek stepped closer and licked his lips while scanning me from head to toe. "You've changed, little bitch."

Everything about him made me sick: his disgustful gaze, his lecherous tongue, the sneering tone of his voice; it all made me want to see him bleeding, lying on the ground, and begging for mercy.

"I don't know how you managed to seduce the vampire king and Alpha of the north, but I applaud you for that." He stepped closer, clapping his hands, and then he leaned over my ear. "You must be a great fuck. I can't wait to dip my cock inside you."

I punched his jaw, pouring my anger into my hand muscles. "I'll cut off your dick if you even try to touch me!"

He stumbled a few steps back and laughed while rubbing the spot of the blow. "You've become fiercer… Good. I always enjoy it more when they try to struggle."

Hatred filled every cell in my body. The bloodstream rushed through my veins, feeding every inch of me with adrenaline and forcing me to ignore my tiredness. Fighting against my hectic heart rate, I inhaled deeply and locked my eyes on Derek. With a smirk on my face, I daringly gestured for him to come at me.

His pupils instantly matched the spiteful red of his hair. His disgusting grin revealed sharp teeth, ready to tear me apart. He swung his fisted hand low, aiming for my stomach, but I dodged it by jumping to the side. He snorted and tried again… and again… and again. I avoided his blows every time.