The Alpha's Feisty And Broken Princess

CH. 01- Pure Evil.

Chapter one.

Esme’s Point Of View.

In my opinion, I have never looked this beautiful in my entire existence. Raw, unfiltered, domineering power just radiated off me in bulks, and I was enjoying each and every bit of it. The light glow hitting my skin just made me seem all the more sensual, the bright red spark of satisfaction in my eyes just softening my facial features.

A low moan of pleasure left my mouth as my lips slightly curved up in a small satisfied smirk. I could feel all of the adrenaline in my body just invigorating me. The bright twinkle of pure bliss in my eyes grew more and more as I watched the life slowly being drained from his eyes.

My smile got brighter and brighter as I looked around at my handy work with pure glee filling up my entire system. The bloodshed and burnt flesh that surrounded the entire surface area of the field just brought me pure joy. I could see the alpha king rushing towards me with his mate right by his side.

I watched the fury deep within his eyes with pure excitement as I slowly started chanting and harnessing all of the dark magic within each and every inch of my body before conjuring up a blade unlike any other.

Not only that, but I threw the blade up in the air with as much force as I could possibly master. The long thick, black blade flew up in the air as I gleefully watched it multiply into a shower of smaller sharp blades as I unleashed it upon him, his mate and his pack.

Furthermore, I literally gave myself a pat on the back before gleefully clapping my hands with great excitement and arousal washing over me. I watched them all screaming, bleeding out, being stabbed and dying by my hand just begging for mercy but the shower of daggers raining upon them never ceased and mercy never came.

At the corner of my eye, I watched as a beautiful woman dressed in the exact same exquisite blood Red dress that I was wearing walked towards me. I slowly gave her a once-over as my eyes went up and down her body examining her silhouette and facial expressions only to see that she not only looked familiar, she looked like me in more ways than one .

She had a big smile on her face, and a look of pride on her face as she stood tall in a dark evil demeanor that somehow called out to me. I opened my mouth to say something to her when thunder suddenly rang loudly across the atmosphere whilst all of the light in the area was slowly getting drained out.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words could get out as the atmosphere became colder and colder whilst the temperature seemed to drop each and every second as the darkness slowly consumed the surrounding area before I felt the cold freezing my heart as darkness filled me and consumed my entire being.

AHH … I whined out as the harsh cold breeze fell over my body

“It is 8 a.m. already Esmeralda, get up and get ready for the day. you are already very late for your first day in boot camp,”

I could not help but growl out some more complaints as I heard my grandma’s voice whilst she routinely went on about her normal rant. It was the same thing every morning, she comes into my room and rips away my precious, comfy blankie before going off on a very long tangent about how the sun is already out, and I should also be up… Outside doing people things… Like seriously, if the sun is up, what am I supposed to do with that…photosynthesis?

“ I am not playing with you, Esmeralda. You better get up and out of that bed this moment, the sun is already up, and you are still in bed as if you have nothing to do. The day waits for no mam, and you are late for training,”

just as predicted Nana wasted no time getting into her usual ‘the sun is up and you not' tangent. Wait… did she say training! My eyes shot up wide open as a sense of panic started to rush throughout my body, I was out of bed and in the shower within seconds.

By in the shower I mean I put my hand under the running shower head to check the water temperature, the water was still cold so I contemplated if I even actually needed to shower. I was late, and I really didn’t want to make things any worse for me, so I just did a once over under the water, making sure to focus on the important parts .

Weirdly enough, throughout the whole time that I was “showering” and getting dressed my nana was still going on and on just ranting about nothing in particular…to make it worse I was upstairs in my room, and she was in the kitchen, so essentially she was talking to herself.

“ I do not care how late you are young Lady , you better go back in that room and make your bed . I will not stand for your messy behaviour on top of your tardiness …you know the rules of my house now go make your bed. You are late, you are not even making your bed and it did not even get me started on what you are wearing… Also are you actually serious about that outfit what happened to colour coordination and ,”

I pretty much just zoned her out at this point because I am used to her behaviour. As chaotic and weird as it was, this was our routine at this point. As much as she shouted at me I knew that it was coming from a place of love.

Nana is the only family that I have and that I have ever known so she worries about me more than she should. My mother passed away while giving birth to me so I am the only thing that my Grandma has left . As cliche as it might be …we only have each other , just me and her …us against the world.

I could just feel the big lump on my chest growing tighter as I tried to calm my anxiety. The more I thought about today’s events the more anxiety I felt washing over me. I took a seat on my messy bed and just tried to catch my breath for a minute , barely able to calm my nerves.

My thoughts slowly started to wander back to the dream that I had and somehow focusing on something else calmed me. As much as I went through that dream over and over and over again in my head I still could not figure out what it meant and what was even going on in it. I had been repeatedly having the exact same dream for the last couple of days now but somehow I still could not figure it out.

The pure Malice and raw power that ran through my veins just felt so natural and the darkness of my soul kept calling out to me as if daring me to tap into the darkness and set it free. Even my whole exterior just looked different ….the glow ,the altitude, the way I carried myself and obviously my actions ,it was all just out of character for me.

The strange woman in my dream caught my attention as a part of me wondered if she was maybe my evil side? I once read the Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde… In that story it was theorized that each person has a good side and a bad side so maybe my dream meant that I was confronted by my evil side?

I could feel a slight shiver going down my spine at the thought that maybe I just had an evil side and a worst side because none of the women that represented me seemed good in any way, shape or form.

The more I thought about the dream the worse I felt so I just decided to shove it at the back of my mind and go on with my day. I made sure to quickly make my bed and grab some breakfast before giving my nana a big kiss goodbye and running out of the house.

Today was my first day of training and I cannot help but feel both scared and exhilarated by the whole idea of actually becoming a full member of the Pack. Me a witch actually becoming a member of a werewolf pack…I could not help but internally scream in excitement.

Witches usually stay in covens with other witches and not join werewolf packs but today was my chance to find out where I fit in the pack and maybe meet the alpha. My eighteenth birthday is right around the corner and I have not yet met my own alpha even though Nana and I have been in this pack for as long as I could remember. I took a deep breath in and prepared myself to enter the pack house before taking it upon myself to enter the lion's den…well more like the big bad wolf’s den.