The Alpha’s Bloodbond mate

Chapter 3

A Vengeful Encounter

Derek's POV

The devil herself is standing in front of me, and I relish the sight of terror in her eyes. She thought she could leave me and escape the consequences of her actions. But after three long years without a trace of her whereabouts, I finally have the opportunity to destroy her and make her pay for what she did to me. She not only deceived me but shattered the trust I once had in her.

"What would you like to order, sir?" she stammers in fear. This is exactly what I wanted. I want her to fear my very existence, to feel weak and powerless in my presence.

"Just coffee," I reply with a cold expression. She hastily leaves my table, unable to escape fast enough.

My anger towards her is mixed with a conflicting emotion that I can't seem to suppress. I am furious, I despise her, but there's something deeper within me that I can't shake off. I refuse to allow myself to grow weak for a woman who didn't care about me and sought to ruin and eliminate me.

I detest this feeling. Being around humans sickens me. I yearn to kill and eradicate them all, but the time for that has not yet arrived. Baekon City seems different, though. Its inhabitants appear more relaxed and content.

The man across from me irritates me, casually sipping his coffee while reading a newspaper. Oh, how I would love to witness this place soaked in human blood, their lifeless bodies fueling my soul.

Bella returns with my coffee, her trembling form betraying her struggle to remain composed. She seems unable to catch her breath, fighting the urge to faint from nervousness.

"Thank you," I say with a devious smile. She nods and quickly retreats. I am here to make her life a living hell, to make her beg and wish she were dead when I am finished with her.

I spend the entire day sitting at the coffee shop, drawing strange glances from the staff. No one dares to ask me why I haven't left, despite having finished my coffee. Bella appears increasingly uncomfortable in my presence. Her movements are clumsy, causing accidents and chaos in the coffee shop. I can sense her yearning to escape, but she remains tethered to her job.

"Hello, sir," a voice comes from behind. "You've been sitting here for a very long time. I just wanted to check if everything is alright," the man says with genuine concern.

"All is good, sir," I offer him a cautious smile. "I'm simply waiting for my wife," I add, emphasizing the possessive pronoun.

"Your wife? Who is that?" he asks, sounding surprised. I point towards Bella. "Jane is your wife," he exclaims, clearly taken aback.

Confusion spreads across my face as I try to comprehend why he called her Jane.

"Her name is Bella," I declared, my voice dripping with possessiveness. His bewildered gaze met mine, as if questioning my sanity.

"Jane, get over here," he called out, ignoring my earlier statement. His disregard for what I had just told him ignited a fiery anger within me, causing my blood to boil.

She appeared promptly without so much as a glance in my direction. "You called for me, sir?" she inquired, her voice void of any acknowledgment towards me.

"This man claims to be your husband," he stated, his curiosity evident in his voice.

Bella was taken aback by his words, her eyes widening in confusion. She stood there, torn between agreeing with my assertion or denying any knowledge of our supposed relationship.

"No, sir, he is not my husband," she nervously replied, avoiding any direct eye contact with me.

Her denial in front of him only served to intensify my anger. The fury within me surged, threatening to consume my rationality.

"You need to leave now, or I will call the police," he threatened me. The audacity of a mere mortal to issue such a warning filled me with an insatiable desire to rip his head from his body.

A low growl escaped my lips, though it remained unheard by the others. Bella, however, knew all too well what was brewing beneath the surface. She understood the depths of my capability, the darkness that lurked within.

"I will take my leave now," I responded with an unsettling smile, surprising Bella. "I apologize for the mistake. You are not my wife," I added, my eyes radiating with anger and unspoken threats.

"You shouldn't come out here and claim someone as your wife," he snapped, fueling the emergence of my fangs. Only Bella caught a glimpse of the predator lurking beneath my human facade.

"It's okay now, Manager. It was a misunderstanding," she interjected, attempting to pacify him and prevent me from unleashing my wrath upon him.

I departed from the coffee shop, never straying too far from Bella's presence. I ascended to the roof, perching there for hours, patiently awaiting the conclusion of her workday. My intent was clear—to discover her place of residence. Unbeknownst to her, I shadowed her every step, my presence concealed in the shadows. She seemed restless, as if fleeing from an unseen threat, which only served to increase my fury.

Finally, she reached her destination—a school, it appeared. A woman emerged, handing a child to Bella, who embraced the little one with tenderness and love. As they shared an affectionate exchange, my rage surged even higher. Was this the child she was supposedly rid of? Had she married a mortal and borne a child with him? The thought of her betrayal ignited an inferno within me.

I trailed behind them stealthily, my eyes fixed on their every move. The way she clung onto him revealed her fierce protectiveness. As they arrived at what appeared to be their sanctuary, a surge of anticipation coursed through me. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the chance to exact my revenge on her. But gaining entry into their home would require careful planning; a simple introduction as Derek would never suffice. She would never willingly grant me access.

After relentless contemplation, a plan emerged in my mind—a plan as audacious as it was desperate. I approached her door, the weight of my intention hanging heavily in the air. The silence that greeted my forceful knocks only fueled the fire of my seething anger. Each rap grew louder, an embodiment of my escalating fury.

However, just as tension reached its peak, the sound of a revving engine sliced through the stillness. My eyes darted toward the source, only to witness Bella slipping behind the wheel, slipping away from my clutches. How had she managed to elude my vigilant pursuit? The realization that she had anticipated my every move further stoked the flames of my rage. I refused to surrender so easily. Driven by sheer determination, I chased after her, propelled by unnatural speed and unwavering strength. But no matter how fast I ran, she matched it with her accelerating vehicle, the tantalizing gap between us never closing.

Eventually, she screeched to a halt, leading me to a dilapidated, forsaken house. Without hesitation, she emerged from the car and began to flee, but I swiftly closed the distance between us, my hands seizing her fragile frame. "Did you honestly believe you could escape from me so effortlessly?" I growled, a venomous blend of anger and satisfaction lacing my voice.

"Please, Derek, leave me be," she pleaded, her cries echoing through the desolate surroundings. But I was far from ready to release her. I reveled in the agony she now experienced, for it was the pain I craved.

"Did you truly think I would let you go without making you suffer for the torment you've brought upon me?" I bellowed, my fury reaching its zenith.

"Please, let me go," she sobbed desperately.

"Why should I?" I retorted with savage fury, relishing in the cruelty of my words. "You want to live a life of bliss with your perfect family. I will never allow you to have a happily-ever-after."

"Fine, then kill me if that's what you want," she uttered, her voice dripping with anguish. "If my death would bring an end to your torment, then I beg you to end it all." Her cries reverberated through the air, mingling with my sinister satisfaction.

But I couldn't end her life so abruptly; that would be too merciful. A wicked smile crept across my face. "No, my dear," I hissed, savoring the cruelty in my voice. "I won't kill you that easily. There's still so much more to be done."

"I will start by ending the life of your precious child," I declared, relishing the terror that engulfed her eyes.

"Don't you dare come near my son!" she spat, her curse only fueling my sinister desires.

Ah, the depth of her love for her child. It only served to ignite my wicked fascination, intensifying my desire to inflict pain upon the innocent. "I see how fiercely you protect him," I taunted, a sick sense of happiness pervading my words.

"Please, don't harm my son," she pleaded, collapsing to her knees. It was then I realized her son was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is he?" I bellowed, my voice resonating with both fury and frustration. She trembled before me, her gaze avoiding mine, refusing to provide an answer.

"I see you choose silence," I sneered, my annoyance mounting. "Very well."

"Please, spare my child. It's me you want," she implored, her voice laced with desperation.

"Oh, I won't deny you that knowledge," I whispered, relishing the fear etched across her face. A devious smile played upon my lips as I reveled in her agony.

"Would you like to know what happened to your dear father?" I taunted, watching her eyes widen with a mixture of horror and curiosity.