Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 361

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."

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