Return of Ms Mystopia

Chapter 3

He looked, his brows furrowing as he stared at my neck, watching the shiny blue liquid mix with my blood. I touched my neck to see what caused him to look at me like that. I saw purple liquid dripping down little by little, I quickly covered it.

The room erupted with gasps. Fingers pointing accusingly at me, I started feeling panicked.

“She's cursed, she has purple blood!" One of the elders screamed, his veins bulging out.

" Yes! A purple blood is cursed!” Someone else yelled.

“No, I have red blood not purple." I shook my head trying to defend myself. Fear steadily creeping into me.

Jax stood in front of me, shielding me from the crowd.

" She's not cursed! She has both red and blue blood.” He said sternly but the clan wasn't having it.

“Why does she have two blood types? She's a witch! No wonder you are protecting her! She has bewitched you!" I heard someone say. People agreed with him, protesting me as the Luna of the clan.

(What?! Are these people mad?) I stared at the crowd, my temples thumping to the rhythm of the noise coming from the crowd.

" What nonsense are you spitting? Maya Crawford is My Luna! She is not a witch!” Jax said, patience slipping from his tone.

" She is not a pure werewolf! She can't be a Luna!” One of the elders said tapping his walking stick to the ground. " She is going to weaken the clan system.”

Jax didn't defend me. He kept quiet, soaking up all the noise around him.

“That's not true! The first Alpha of this clan, Alpha Leonard married a hybrid, and they both lived and ruled well.” I said boldly. The hall fell silent. I scoffed, knowing fully well they knew I was right.

They were all just against me for no good reason or a reason at all.

Jax turned to me and gave me a small nod, then turned back to the crowd.

“I will say it this last time! Maya Crawford is my Luna!” He took my hand and led me to his room, leaving the crowd to whisper, grumble and mumble to their heart’s desire.

“You stay here now okay? You are now my wife.” He said, settling on the bed, running his hand through his hair. I knew he usually did that when he was stressed or under pressure.

I crouched down to his level and kissed him deeply. He carried me on his thigh then continued kissing me passionately.

While we were in an intense moment, someone burst in.

It was Olivia.

We reluctantly separated from each other before we both turned to see her standing there, wearing a deep V-neck dress, looking all naïve, innocent and fragile.

I rolled my eyes so much, I thought they would pop out.

“What do you want?” I asked in a controlled voice.

“You don’t just burst into our room like that if we were naked?”

She looked like a frightened mouse, the trick she pulled to gain favour from people or to make her look like she was being bullied.

“ I … I ” she started, the rim of her eyes looking red.

“Speak up and quickly. We are about to be intimate,” I said in agonizing pain.

“You’re interrupting.”

“I thought to have the room next to yours… if you don’t mind,” she said timidly.

“Why?” Jax was about to say something but I cut him off.

“Why would I mind? Sure, you can have it,” I said, catching Jax’s lips again.

“You stuff!!!” she said, almost yelling.…her eyes flashing with anger for a second…

but I caught it.

I smirked, standing up from Jax then walking past her to the room my belongings were.

I walked in, searching the bag, hoping it had everything complete in it, but I couldn’t find my father’s funeral urn.

I searched over and over again but it wasn’t there.

Fear slowly crept in me, blood rushing to my head. I heard the door clicking. I turned to see Olivia smiling wickedly.

I knew she had done something about it.

“Where is it? Where’s my father’s urn? Where is it?” I asked furiously, anger flooding my chest as I stared at her.

An evil smile glazed her face, her eyes speaking nothing but evil.

She took out a pocket knife slowly from behind her. She held it up and slit her own arm. I stared at her like she was a psycho!

“Are you crazy Olivia?!" I asked , she looked like nothing had happened. She then took her sapphire necklace, it resembled the one her mother gave her before passing away and in a split second she crashed it to the ground.

The sound caught a lot of attention from visitors that were still around.

I was beyond shocked. She let out a shrieking noise in pure pretence. The last trick up her sleeve, she threw the pocket knife directly at my face, I caught it with my hand from the blade, making it slice my palm.

Then the finishing move, she burst into tears, ripping her dress , parts of her cleavages out. I was beyond shocked at this point.

“Maya, why! How could you do this?" She cried, picking up pieces of her necklace, holding it to her half exposed chest.

Onlookers seeing the scene already concluded I was the villain, barging into the room.

" Why? You know this is the only thing my dead mother left me! How could you?!” She cried louder, practically rolling on the ground.

I instinctively dropped the knife but I was already being blamed. I was already being blamed.

I was still in a daze when I received a slap that turned my head in the opposite direction. My ears rang, my cheek stinging, my eyes watering.

I lifted my head up to meet Jax's angry face, I shook my head trying to establish what had just happened. Jax slapped me, because of Olivia.

" Why? Why would you do this? To your own sister.” Jax yelled protectively, a tone I had never witnessed.

I didn't do anything! She's just faking it!" I tried to protect myself.

“Lock her up!" I heard Jax cold voice say

“What?!"