CROWNED OMEGA PRINCESS REBORN FOR REVENGE

CHAPTER FIVE

Samara Nolan POV

“Samara, Samara! He forced himself on me!” Morgase said, crying bitterly. The last thing I want to see is my sister’s tears. And here she is, defenselessly tied down and being violated by an unknown man putting on a deli mask.

“What! You?” The man jumped backward as he set his eyes on me. “What in the goddess’s name are you are doing here?” He says, trying to put on his clothes after picking them from the ground.

“He r***d me, Samara. There was nothing I could do. He was too strong that I couldn’t overpower him. Look at my face, he beat me up and tied me like some sacrificial lamb,” Morgase whimpered.

“Listen, I can explain. Just help me take this mask off my face,” the man yells, trying to take off the deli mask from his face.

Ciri was infuriated by what the man had done, and she made me grab the dagger I had put inside the jacket’s inner pocket. “You asshole,” I aimed the dagger at the man’s rib. The dagger caught him despite trying to dodge my thrust.

“Sam… you ST-ABBED me?” He stammered with his mouth filled with blood as he staggered away from me. I followed him like a predator prying on its prey. I got to him when he could no longer run. I placed my left hand on his shoulder, pulled out the dagger with my right while he screamed in pain.

“You should have known better; no one messes with the Nolan’s.” Upon hearing this, his eyes bulged and he tried to take my hand from his shoulder, but he was too feeble to do so, and again I stabbed him on the same spot repeatedly until he fell down and bled all over the ground, murmuring.

Ciri has calmed. I rushed to Morgase. “So sorry, sis. Let me untie you.”

“What have you done?” Morgase screamed at me as I tried to unknot the rope.

I had blinked my eyes severally as I tried holding back the tears beneath my eyelid. It hit me so hard seeing Morgase like that. “What?”

“He’s not breathing, Samara,” she retorted.

“Suits him right.” I had loosened the rope from her hands, and she quickly ran to the man’s lifeless body on the ground. She checked his pulse and confirmed he was dead.

“He is dead. You killed him, Samara. You killed an alpha,” she cried out.

“But he…” I couldn’t find words before Morgase interrupts.

“He is the heir to the Rivalloo throne. And you have killed him,” Morgase yelled at me.

“Axel?” I ask.

“Oh’ yeah, and you just killed an heir to their throne. Do you know what you just did? You just started a war between two kingdoms.”

“Axel... Axel, oh no... no,” I rush to him, and after some minutes, I am able to remove the mask from his face. His handsome face is now on my arms.

“What made you come this far?” Morgase asked with a rather malicious smile as she carefully wiped her tears.

“I... I … I caught the scent of my mate. It led ….” Before I could finish, Morgase interrupted with a loud laugh, looked at the lifeless body of Alpha Axel on my arms, then turned her eyes away.

“Wait…is he the one? Is he? No, this can’t be. Am I dreaming? He….” I realized I couldn’t catch the scent of my mate anymore.

“Wendi was right,” Morgase says to herself.

“Who is Wendi? What is going on? Tell me what the hell is going on, Morgase?” I screamed at her.

“You killed your mate before you even get mated. That is what is going on.” Morgase laughed so offensively, shoving me from her side. I landed on the ground with a twisted wrist.

“Stupid girl. You think you could sit on the Silver Throne while I am alive? This was all a plan. Wendi perfected it. Thanks to her. Now you’ll never have a mate, talk more of getting near the Silver Throne, foolish girl.” A sneer found its way to Morgase’s lips as she approached me.

“Morgase! What are you saying? Tell me this is a joke.” Tears trickle down my cheeks.

“Let me be subtle. Axel never r***d me. It was part of the plan to ruin you. The innocent lad had to be the sacrificial lamb for the purpose. Poor Axel.” She laughed again.

“Oh, my goodness. Morgase, what did you make me do?” My head jerked up, plummeting at Morgase’s revelation to me.

“You think you can reap where you did not sow?”

“Morgase, you are my blood sister. How could you?”

“Don’t call me that. You are not my sister, you silly useless little orphan. My father. Oh’ sweet Derek found you in the forest. He took you in, cared for you, and even made you a successor of the Silver Throne. Can you imagine? He chose a total stranger over his own daughter.” Morgase replied, her voice dripping with disdain as her hard glare narrowed at me.

“You are lying.”

“You don’t believe me, huh? Well, the good thing is that I care less what your opinion is. But know this, you are an orphan. You are not of my blood, you pathetic goofy loser.” Morgase said coldly, walking around me in circles.

“You won’t get away with this, Morgase. None of you will.” I winced, the pain I felt from my twisted wrist melting into a storm of hate and anger. “If I have to lose the throne to make sure you end up in the underground cell awaiting execution, I will. I’ll make sure you, your mom, Wendi, and whoever is your ally are duly prosecuted.” I got up, then turned to leave, walking down the slope angrily, my eyes fuming with tears that I refused to let out.

Morgase’s growl was the only warning I got before something hard smacked into the back of my head. I crashed to the ground, stars flying behind my closed eyes before I blinked them back open.

Morgase raised the rock she held up and smacked it into my forehead, and pain spread all over my body, blood trickling down from the gash on my head and trickling down all over my face, painting my vision red.

“How dare you threaten me and my mother? How dare you, piece of trash. I was going to stop at what I’d done so far, and you dare to threaten me? Listen, I will end you right here and no one will hear about you, because you killed an alpha so you had to run away in order not to face the consequences. Good enough.”

I couldn’t speak or breathe. “You’re not going to ruin my life, you this miserable orphan. I won’t allow you.” She yelled, took hold of my hair, and started dragging me.

I couldn’t scream as she pulled me, heaving and growling as she yanked me higher until we got to the very edge of the cliff, and she pulled me to my feet. My eyes bulged as what she wanted to do crossed my mind. She had me on a chokehold with my legs above the ground.

“Morgase,” I tried, my hand scratching at her arm and my blood dampening her dress. “Don’t…” I gasped, unable to form words as the blood from the gash on my head kept spilling down my neck.

“You killed an alpha. In order to escape from your fate, you killed yourself. It’s all your fault, maybe in your next life, you won’t steal people’s birthright.” She yelled. I wanted to beg, but she shoved me viciously, and I toppled over with my eyes catching a dark movement from behind the rock before I plunged through the air and crashed into the dark water below. The water knocked the air out of my lungs, filling it instead with its vicious spikes. I struggled for some seconds, images of the face of the man I called father, and myself, when we’d been a happy family, flashing before my eyes. I couldn’t break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water, so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I kissed the red-hot lips of death with pure ecstasy.