Chapter 7: Angry
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-Ronan-
“You locked her up!” I shouted.
Colum and Derrick sat in front of me, heads hanging. I knew they weren’t the only ones to blame, but these two idi*ts were not supposed to go behind my back like this.
“We were going to free her,” Colum assured me.
“At what point? When I suddenly conceded and said, ‘Sure, let me meet this secret hybrid female you have kept hidden for months!’?” I inquired.
“We only found out about her three weeks ago. We kept her safe for two.”
“This is what you assh*les call safe?” I exclaimed. “Locked up and not fed properly.”
“We only had her since last night. Blame the wolves,” Derrick retorted.
“You didn’t make it better!”
“She was dangerous. We needed to weaken her a bit,” Colum told me.
I wanted to strangle both of them. “Not okay!” I growled at them, and they both looked toward the ground, showing submission.
It calmed me, seeing their guilt, but I couldn’t deny I understood their desperate desire to continue the hybrid line. I knew that once I died, there would be a significant void in leadership, potentially leading to chaos.
“We just wanted—” Colum began.
“I know what you wanted, and I’m still saying no!” I exclaimed.
“You don’t feel anything toward her?” Derrick joined in.
I focused on him, but I didn’t respond. However, that seemed to be answer enough. He smiled, looking pleased.
“I knew it,” he said confidently.
“It wasn’t so hard to guess. We are the only ones left, but my answer is still no.”
“But if she is your true mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess, then why fight it?”
I fell back in my chair, rubbing my eyes, giving myself time to think. I knew looking at it from their perspective it made sense that I claimed her, but it wasn’t an easy choice for me. I had loved Adrianna for five hundred years, and I would continue to love her for five hundred more, until my last f*cking breath. That was what these two fools didn’t get.
“Go home, and don’t let me see either of you for a while. One wrong move and you are both off the councils,” I told them harshly.
That seemed to get their attention, though they glared at each other instead of at me. When they finally left, I sank back into my seat again, trying to wrap my head around everything. But sitting there brought no relief. Getting up, I left my office, my ancient instincts guiding me forward. I walked through the long hallways until I reached my room. But as I opened the door, glass came flying toward me. I ducked just in time, and it shattered against the door behind me.
I stared at the shards, stunned, before turning to the chaos inside. The little hybrid was shouting at Enzo, Seth, and Grayson—men sworn to protect me—throwing whatever she could get her hands on and demanding they let her out. She had a small vase raised next, ready to throw, when I finally stepped in.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I said.
Everyone seemed to freeze, and I took a step back, gesturing with my hand that the others could leave.
“I got it from here,” I assured them.
They seemed relieved that they didn’t have to deal with the little female’s outbursts anymore and quickly turned to depart.
“Good luck,” I heard Grayson mumble as he walked past me.
Seth and Enzo followed right after, Seth patting me twice on the shoulder, probably thinking the same thing. I rolled my eyes and closed the door after them, but as soon as I did, I saw the vase come flying. I ducked again, my anger rising this time.
“That was unnecessary, little one,” I told her, glaring at her.
“I think it was! Let me out!”
“No,” I replied and walked over to the small bar cart, where she had destroyed almost all of the glasses. Luckily, two still stood standing, and I filled one almost to the brim, knowing I needed this.
“You can’t keep me here! I won’t serve you!” she yelled.
I hoped to find some strength in the alcohol, but it did little. “Okay, let’s get one thing straight,” I said and turned around, looking at her. “I. Did. Not. Have anything to do with your kidnapping! I can promise you that.”
“Really?” she inquired, crossing her arms. “You expect me to believe that?”
“I don’t want you!” I shouted. “There is one woman for me, and she is gone now. I don’t want another queen.”
She didn’t seem to believe me, and I didn’t blame her for not trusting me.
“Now, will you tell me your name?” I questioned, almost tiredly.
But instead of answering me, she lifted her chin, looking away from me and huffing. What was she? A child?
“Listen, I’m telling you the truth. I don’t want anything to do with you,” I promised.
“Then let me go,” she demanded, turning to face me.
I shook my head. “I can’t do that.”
“Then you’re lying!”
“I really am not, but I can’t let you go.”
“Why not?”
“Because we are both hybrids. Even if we weren’t mates, I wouldn’t be able to let you go. My instincts simply wouldn’t allow it.”
I wasn’t sure how much she understood about herself or her hybrid genes, but her powerful stance seemed to relax a little.
“Now, what is your name?” I tried again, thinking she would open up, but I had read her wrong.
“Bite me,” she retorted.
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