Chapter 5 Burning Envy and Lustful Cravings
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Knox's pov
There were a lot of reasons I was obsessed with Elena. One of them was that fire in her eyes that rivalled hell's flames. I craved to fan it. Feed it. Snuff it out.
She seemed to have so much energy, so much fire. She needed an outlet. A release and that's where I come in. Her emotional punching bag. Her vessel to use and fill up. I am what fuels her fires. What quenches it too. My presence is the only way she can let loose. And that's just a fact, something that I thought would be obvious by now.
But apparently, it wasn't.
Why would she try to run away if it was obvious how much I lived for her. How much every cell in my body craved hers. Why would she try to leave? Leave me. Leave us... For a bloodsucker.
Rage cuddled in my veins at the thought of Jax f*****g Morgenstein. Beating him to within an inch of his eternal life had done nothing to sate the loathing hate I had for that guy. I abhorred him.
Simply because he had shared her with me.
Fuck.
It’s been two years since we first met and she hasn't changed much since then. She's still a loose canon. Still fierce and fiery and out of control.
Still mine. Mine to claim, to tame and to take. My mother getting married to her father doesn't change that.
"I swear, grandma, sometimes he acts like he's not even my father. Knowing Anderson, he probably kidnapped me from a wise and kind family and dumped me here for funsies."
I took a sip of soup and managed to keep it in my mouth after hearing all the nonesense Elena was spouting.
I turned to look at her and saw tears welling up in her eyes, and even though she didn't cry out loud, her puffed-up cheeks reminded me of a Garfield cartoon. I couldn't help but find this stubborn girl somewhat cute at times.
"He hates me, grandma. He wants nothing to do with me. Why can't I just come live with you?"
Anderson hadn't expected Elena to have the audacity to accuse him directly in front of everyone, and I could sense anger and rage permeating from him.
His face contorted with a blend of surprise, frustration, and a hint of amusement as he processed Elena's bold accusation. He cleared his throat, momentarily caught off guard by his daughter's accusations. Regaining his composure, he fixed his gaze on Elena.
"Elena, that's enough," he said sternly, his tone laced with controlled irritation. "We are still your family, and I expect you to show some respect."
Elena, though her eyes welled with tears, remained defiant. Her voice quivered slightly as she retorted, "Respect? Like you respect me? Like you respect Mom?"
The room fell silent, tension thickening the air. Anderson's jaw clenched. He struggled to maintain his composure, his fists tightening slightly. Taking a deep breath, he spoke through gritted teeth.
"I've done my best to provide for you" he said, his voice strained. "You may not understand everything, but I assure you, I have your best interests at heart."
Elena's lower lip quivered as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her anger seemed to soften, replaced by a mix of sadness and regret. She glanced at Anderson, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that why you left me in that horrible place for months? Because you had my best interest?"
Anderson's face tightened in rage. "Yes, whether you like it or not, you needed to be thought a lesson."
Elena glared at Anderson, rage and frustration in her beautiful blue eyes. She turned around with the phone in hand and rushed into the garden behind the house.
"Look at what she has become! That child gets on my last nerve!" Anderson turned to Delilah, his voice filled with anger. "I finally convinced my mother to go to move back to Switzerland, and this phonecall will make her want to hop on the next available flight back here."
Anderson and his mother had argued countless times about Elena's bad habits. The last time Elena got in trouble with f*****g hunters of all things, his mother finally realized how serious the issue was.
My mother, trying to play devil's advocate, reached out to comfort Anderson, placing her hand on his back. "It's her birthday today, and she must be missing Grandma a lot. Let her be happy."
"Hmph, no matter how happy she is, it won't change the fact that she's disrespectful!" Anderson responded, frustrated.
Delilah gently advised, "I understand that you want to educate Elena well, but what good does being strict do? This young girl needs care and warmth the most. I want to give it to her, but she might not want it. She resents you in her heart and follows her grandmother. I've noticed that she's been eating very little lately and has become thin. She won't tell me if something is wrong, but she will definitely tell her grandmother. Let's ask your mother later to understand where the problem lies."
My hands stilled around the fork, tension knotting up my guts.
Of course I've noticed how skinny she had become. I just thought that it was simply because of her time back at the camps and she'll get back most of her weight with time.
Guess I was wrong.
Anderson nodded slowly. "You're right. And thank you for your thoughtfulness." He stroked my mother's shoulder, his expression softening at her. "It must be really tough for you."
Of course it is. You took her mother's place in her own home.
Outside the house, beyond the patio, Elena was crying, her shoulders and back racking with sobs.
My heart clenched.
Suddenly feeling sick of this entire s**t, I pushed my chair back. "Thank you for the meal." I muttered.
"You're leaving? You barely even touched your food."
"I had a heavy lunch-"
"Daaaad!" Elena stomped back into the dining room. "Grandma wants to have a word with you!"
He picked up the phone and listened to his mother scold him loudly over the phone.
Very few people could make the alpha king listen to reason, his mother was one of them.
Sick of this s**t, I turned and stalked off, pausing to see Elena peeking around the corner, her gaze fixed on the dining table. She seemed to be ignoring the conversation, but her ears were perked up, and her swollen eyes showed a desire for revenge.
If only she knew that she was wasting her time.
As I passed by her, she glared at me and walked away.
I considered her antics childish amusing. She'd still open up to me later tonight. These childish games of cat and mouse seized behind closed doors.
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