The Southern King's Hoax Mate

CHAPTER 8~~DOES SHE HAVE A DEATH WISH~~

~DEONISIA~

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I wasn't myself throughout training today. I kept zoning and got hit a few times. Which is unusual for me. Like our commander said, I was his top A-list recruit. His best fighter, he said I have a fighting spirit, and I put it into work when training. 

However, the scene from this morning kept playing in my head, especially the part where the Queen mentioned Amabel's pregnancy. She was pregnant, yet Amaruq would sneak into my room as if her presence disgusts him. Why am I even surprised, though? They had s*x the first day they met. 

What did would happen afterwards, I guess Amaruq coming into my room painted some sort of false picture and Alora opening her slutty legs for him. What was I hoping for? That he would suddenly see that I am what he needs and reject her, then come back to me?

I shouldn't be angry, but I was, and I don't why. Perhaps what added to my anger was the punishment from our commander and also the Queen punishing me for hitting Amabel when I did not.

After training, our commander made ran extra laps around the field, and I had to clean all the training equipments. The ones in the open gym and the tools used for sparing. The items for battle training, ranging from swords, spears, spikes, and axe. It was exhausting and my bones weren't having none of it.

There is not so much my body can take as an omega wolf, and I think one thing that majorly keeps me going is my mom's warrior gene. If I was like every other omega, my body would have given out at this point. Though I am strong to a point, Alora is a distinct case. On most occasions she annoys me, it wasn't this annoying at first when I shape-shifted as an omega. 

I loved my wolf at first; she was a great friend. I had her to talk to. When I lost my parents, she was there, but ever since she blossomed and this whole mate thing came into play, it's like she lost all sense of rationality and what's right from wrong.

She doesn't even think, once it involves the word mate, she just acts, and sometimes her thinking affects my judgement of things. We might two different entitles but we share the same vessel and her almost is almost a mirage of mine. I hate forgetting myself most times and giving into her train of thoughts, then again, I shouldn't expect to be rational. She is an animal, after all.

~That is insulting, I am not just your everyday animal. I am different, okay; I have a mind. Animals don't~ 

I knew she would spring forth to defend herself. She always does.

~Back up the wall Alora, you do not differ from an animal.~

That was harsh, I know, but I am still mad at her and I don't know how long this loathing against her would go. I just think back to that night and anger washes over me. Then, knowing that Amabel is pregnant makes everything worse. 

And the queen punishing me for literally doing nothing. When there are servants in this palace, I can't believe they sent me to clean that t**t's room. 

I love cleaning, it's literally my favourite thing to do, honestly I cannot stand a dirty environment. I would gladly clean everywhere in this palace but Amabel's room. 

However, I get it; the Queen wanted to prove a point, to remind me I am a nobody in this palace and whenever they decide I can become as low as a servant. 

As for Goldie, I don't even know what to think of our friendship anymore. She is just here like she is not and I am not utterly blind to see that she's found a new friend in Amabel, even though she tries to convince me that I would always remain her best friend. 

I step out from the shower, standing in front of the bathroom with my hair dripping with water and I picked a robe from the hanger, tying it around my waist, before picking up my comb.

Getting my bulky hair to the right mannerism after showering had always been a hassle. If it was short to a point, like every other 4c kinky hair, perhaps I wouldn't have to go through this hassle. But my hair is the replica of my mom's, the thickest texture of natural afro hair and its literally waist length. 

Combing through it is like a major war. I have to get the tips all woven out before going back to the roots, then the time I spend on the root gives the tips enough reason to shrink back. I really don't know how I would manage without all the natural hair products I have lineup in front of this mirror. 

They help but most nights; I am just too tired of going through the process, of applying leave-in conditioner, the Castrol oil and other things, then leave it for hours to set before coming through. Instead of going through my usual late night hair routine, I lazily pick up my comb and I drive it through my thick curls. 

That was a bad idea, a terrible one. Perhaps it was the unresolved anger I had that made me pull the comb through my hair with force, whatever made me do that. It only caused my anger to triple as the comb snapped in half and I growled at my reflection in the mirror. 

"There is nothing you can fvcking do right." I snapped at myself in the mirror, snarling as I dragged a towel off the hanger and I tie it around my hair, I am not subjecting myself to the hassle of getting this hair to behave tonight. I'll deal with the consequences tomorrow.

Once inside my room, I angrily discard my robe and I picked up my sleep pajamas that I had laid on the bed before going to shower. 

I had settled on the bed, ready to sleep and just forget all about today's trouble, when a knock came on the door and I groaned out a curse. I knew who it was and I would rather just stay in bed than answer him, but I also know that won't get him to stop unless answer the door. 

With much reluctancy, I throw the covers aside, walking to the door and I pulled it open. 

"What do you want?" My voice was hostile and left no space for friendliness, but the daft Alpha standing before me still didn't get the memo as he tried to push past me.

"I asked you a question Amaruq, what do you want?" Amaruq looked me up and down while his eyes set in a confused stare. 

"To sleep, of course. It's day two. Why are you giving me attitude?" What I hate most about Hadrian and his wolf is the arrogance they share. They think just because they are royalty, the world would hand everything to them for free. I am honestly tired of dealing with their s**t and if I have my way, I would be out of these lands in a flash. 

"I am giving you attitude because this is my room and I have every right to give attitude, I don't care if it's day two or one, but that stupid arrangement you had with Alora is off. I don't want you anywhere near me or my room. Go back to your mate." Amaruq takes a step back to eye me and he shakes his head, like he couldn't believe what he just heard. 

"You realise that the arrangement is both for our good, right? Without me, Alora would literally lose it and go crazy. Same for me. I need her just as much as she needs me. You arrogance or little pettiness would only put your wolf in harm's way, which would also affect you. This is the reason I prefer dealing with Alora. She has more sense than you do."

Nonsense, everything he just said is a bunch of bullshit, perhaps Alora would believe this but not me. 

"Why won't you prefer Alora because she is a submissive fool and I question everything she is. I don't buy your nonsense about going crazy. You should have thought about that before rejecting us. You should deal with the consequences. I dealt with mine already and I don't really care. For your information, we are not mates anymore. Nothing binds us together, hence I am not obligated to you. If you need to stay sane, relish in the warmth of your beautiful mate and leave me hell alone."

My voice got louder with each word, and I just couldn't put rein on my anger anymore. The stupid smirk on his face was getting on my nerves and I had to hold back the urge to punch him across the face.

"So all this is an act of jealous? Because you got rejected? You cannot make a perfect Queen, no can you give us strong heirs, you are an omega. You belong with some low life Alpha or beta, not a royal wolf. That is the reason you got rejection. You know, beauty wise, you are better looking than Amabel. That woman cakes her face so much, sometimes I forget what she really looks like underneath. But you've always embraced the natural side of your beauty, never fancied make up nor the other extensions, except for the lashes you sometimes use. I fancy all that about you and if the kingdom permits it, you would make a fine mistress. However Amabel, has all the qualities of a Queen and a ruler, that is why I chose her. "

I was livid. A mistress? He wants me to be his mistress? I do not have the qualities of a Queen? This bastard has the guts to say all this to my face because I am an omega. I didn't hold back on my anger as I hit him square in the face. Amaruq hasn't gotten over the shock of my first punch when I move my hand from the door, landing a kick to his legs and sweep his feet off the floor. 

I was livid and all I could see was red as I straddled him, landing punch after punch on his face. The effrontery, he had to think he can just amount me to nothing. I needed to show him that I wasn't just someone he could wash and walk over. 

The anger from this morning, coupled with everything he said, didn't even give me time to have any rational thinking. The only aim in my mind was to hurt him. I wanted to draw blood from his body, see him bleed from my hands. 

I am too gone in my anger to realise I was literally hurting the prince of this kingdom; I didn't snap out of whatever anger dazed I got trapped in until I feel a choke hold against my throat and Amaruq snarled, throwing me off his body and my back smacked against the door. 

"Do you have a death wish?" His growl shook me to the core, and I heard Alora whimper as she cowered away. If I wasn't the only one using the part of the floor, I am sure the hallway would have people coming to check what was going on.

"You are the one who has a death wish, Amaruq, talking to me like that. I am not a slave for you to belittle and you obviously have nothing royal in you aside from that retched stench of arrogance and inferiority in your blood. Stay away from me and go back to your pregnant mate. The next time you come close to this door, I would make sure I have your nose bashed in and your face deformed."

What I expected from him was a slap or growl of annoyance. Instead, Amaruq's face dropped as he stared at me. 

"Amabel is pregnant?" Why was he asking me? Aren't they mate, he should know? Wait. Unless he doesn't, but how does the Queen know and he doesn't.

"Fvck off."

I spat, slamming the door against his face, and I turned the lock.

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