Grant Me Revenge
1026 Words
I felt my heart sink, and hell, for a moment, I wanted to leave. But I know that being proud would get me nowhere. I swallowed hard and slowly started to go down when his humourless laugh stopped me.
I looked up, and he was watching me keenly, his laugh embedded mostly in the corners of his eyes, but not his lips.
"I can not quite tell if you are this predictable because you are an omega, or because you are from the lowly Night Wolves pack. It is quite a bad mix, do you not agree?"
I stood back up as he peeled away from the wall and walked slowly towards the bed. I followed, my heart beating wildly with fear, but anger refused to let me back out of this. I had already committed to it, and the last thing I would do was run away like a coward.
I watched as he sat on the edge of the round bed, his eyes cold as he met mine. His skin was slightly illuminated by the warm evening light, and the hues in the red background of his eyes were both terrifying and breathtaking.
"I agree," I said, and without a word more, went on my knees in front of him. "And that is why I am here. Because I agree that I have not been dealt with the best cards and..."
"You are rather ambitious," he said, his voice low. "You are not looking to run to just any man, but me. I am impressed by your bravery."
I swallowed. "I am desperate."
"Even desperate people have the dignity to bring something as a price. What is the price? What are you putting at stake?"
I bit down on my lips. "My honour." I looked up to meet his eyes. "I am putting my honour as a woman at stake."
His brows lightly furrowed for a second before he finally broke into a laugh. His laugh was rich, and yet, it made me more scared than anything.
"Your honour as a woman?" He asked, leaning to me. "You must be confident about your skills if you believe I will do your bidding in order to have you in my bed, Omega."
I closed my eyes. "I was not expecting you to immediately jump at my offer, but..."
"But you have nothing else. You were bundled up here as a gift, but you want greener pastures. You want a man who will..."
"That is not what I want."
"I am not a fool, Omega."
"Indeed. But you have me wrong. I may be an omega, but the last thing I want is your money. The only thing... you can help with, is your power, Your Majesty."
He chuckled. "You are a different one. Tell me."
I swallowed harder. "I know you can have any woman you want. I know you have no problem with finding willing bodies, but I will not just be offering myself, but everything I have. I am everything remaining for me, and I hope that for the first time in my life, even if I have to pay for it till I die, that pity will be taken upon me."
He took in a deep breath. "State your condition."
I turned, my eyes falling on the small fruit knife sitting in a beautiful carved bowl carrying apples. I stretched and grabbed the knife, then came back on my knees. In one swift motion, I pushed the knife through my dress, cutting it open and baring myself to this man that I barely even knew.
He looked down, his eyes unfazed, his hand still holding on to the glass of wine.
He slowly looked back at me, his eyes thin.
"I was swindled on the basis of my true feelings. I was led to doom, and I was betrayed. I was born an omega to a pack who killed my mother, a pack that enslaved me for twenty-two years of my life. I served that pack with my life, and I thought I found light with the announcement of the mate bonds." Tears filled my eyes, my chest heaving hard as my hand shook. It all felt like a bad nightmare. Like a f*****g curse.
"I was mated to Alpha Kyle, whom you just appointed a seat. He promised to make me his woman. He took my first time. He promised to hold my hand at the convention after all the labour that I have done for him and make me his mate officially. But in the end, he discarded me. He took my step sister, and I ended up as nothing but a mere gift for you. And I have accepted that, but I hope that you will be generous. That you will grant me something in return."
Silence reigned between us for a while, and he took a sip of his wine, his eyes holding mine.
"Grant me the death of my very own pack, Your Majesty. Use my body until I die, but let me watch them die first. Let me drag them down to hell with me. Let me ruin them as they have ruined me! Grabt me death your majesty, but grant them an even worse fate im front of my very eyes. Please."
It felt like I was suddenly empty. Hatred filled every bit of me. My blood boiled inside of me, and my heart broke even more. Tears ran down my cheeks in torrents, but this is what they have turned me into. This is the monster they reflected back to themselves.
His Majesty slowly stood up, and without a word, walked away. I stayed there on my knees, my body trembling with tears, my head low. I covered my face with my hands as the tears ripped through me mercilessly, and I broke down harder than I ever had.
Suddenly, I felt a warm coat cover my back. I looked up, and His Majesty was standing above me, a coat that smelled strongly of him thrown on my back.
"Your Majesty."
"Granted," he said, his voice low, almost venomous. "Your wish has been granted."
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