Crippled
1723 Words
Atticus’s P.O.V
Bullshit!
How could she open her eyes when I planned on taking her off the life support?
What was this mess?
Fury and rage warred within me and in that moment, the only thing that I saw was red and most importantly the urge to wring someone’s neck.
It felt like having blood soiled on my hand was the only solution to calming the storm that brewed within me.
Luca caught up with me, panic in his voice. “Alpha Atticus, you know that you don't have to meet her right now. You don't want to shed blood on your wedding night”
I wanted to. As long as it meant it was Neriah’s. As long as it meant justice taking its course.
I ignored his words, now standing at the door where that despicable woman was. The one who should have never woken up before I decided to end her life herself.
It has been two years. How could she wake up now and worse, when I had just gotten married to Marisol?
I sucked in a deep breath, pushing the door to the room open. My gaze fell on the woman who sat on the bed, her brown eyes locking with mine as she stared at me with eyes devoid of emotion.
My fingers clenched into fists and I muttered through clenched teeth. “Is it a good or bad thing that you have opened your eyes? Are you ready to pay for what you did?”
The doctor who checked her pulse, exchanged fleeting glances with me as if he was telling me that it wasn't the right time to do this.
However, I ignored him and didn't think much of it.
With every step that I took towards Neriah, immense hatred towards her burned deep within me. “You should have waited for me, Neriah. You should have waited for me to end your life” A low growl rumbled from my throat as I stared at her in disbelief.
Neriah glanced behind her before she pointed to herself. “Are you talking to me? Who is Neriah?”
For a moment, I froze, trying to process what she had just said.
“What?” Confusion swamped my mind and what was worse was the glint of confusion that was starting to set in her own eyes.
“Do I know you?” She said.
I was stunned to silence and just before I could react the doctor stepped in, pulling me aside and that was the moment, he uttered something shocking.
Something that I would have never imagined.
Neriah had lost her memories.
“What!” I exclaimed in shock.
The pack doctor ran his hands through his hair. “The traumatic experience that she went through before she lost consciousness must have damaged her brain. She doesn't even know herself nor does she remember the type of life that she had lived before”
A wave of dread and anger washed over me at the same time because how?
Why did it seem like everything was in her favor? Now that she had the chance to pay for her evil deeds, she had lost her memories.
This had to be a joke or something.
I crossed my hands over my chest, exhaling sharply. “How bad is the brain damage and how long would it take for her to regain her memories?”
The pack doctor responded. “Very bad. I can't give a specific period but with the amount of damage caused to her brain, chances are that she might never regain those memories. And because of that, she might have to live the rest of her life as a completely different person”
“We can't be certain yet. We would have to give her three months and monitor her condition”
A scoff almost escaped me and I didn't know if Neriah was just lucky or if fate had a way of protecting bad people.
“That witch” I muttered through gritted teeth.
My mind drifted to the past. Neriah was under house arrest, patiently waiting for her execution when I sent the divorce paper.
All that was left was her part of the signature when she had pulled a deadly stunt that wrecked lives and most importantly mine.
She shaped me into the worst version of the beast that I already was.
She was the reason for my sleeping disorder, bad mental state, and nightmares.
Frustration needled at me and I loathed the fact that I wouldn't be able to punish her according to the pack laws. Punishing someone for a crime when they were not in the right mental state was against the rules that my father had set.
Breaking the rules would mean letting go of my position as the Alpha and I wasn't the type to care about breaking the rules.
However, the right sect of the werewolf court who have been looking for ways to make me step down from my position would use that as an avenue to raise an issue.
They were in support of my older brother who had gone Rogue and they wouldn't hesitate to make him the Alpha—which would never happen because I had made a promise to our late father.
A promise to remain as the Alpha to the very end.
A frustrated groan slipped from my mouth as Luca came into the room and exchanged fleeting glances with the pack doctor who excused himself.
Luca leaned against the door frame, his eyes clouded with pity for me. If there was anyone who understood me more than anyone. It had to be him.
“So what are you going to do with Neriah and her memory loss? You don't plan on going ahead with her punishment right?” His eyes peaked with curiosity.
I pushed away from the wall, shaking my head. “No, but she would be going back to her house and as soon as it is reported that she has regained her memories, she would be killed immediately”
Luca shook his head. “No, that is a bad idea. You know how cunning Neriah is. What if she runs away as soon as she has regained her memories? I think that the best thing is to keep her here and have people watch her 24/7”
As much as the thought of living with Neriah made my skin crawl, Luca had a point.
If there was anything I wanted, it was for her to regain her memories. Keeping her here would bring those memories rushing back.
I sucked in a deep breath and was about to speak when Luca stepped aside and Marisol came into the room.
She lowered her gaze but then her lashes swept up and as soon as her ocean eyes met with mine, my heart stopped.
And now, it was thudding hard.
No.
Not before this woman.
Could she hear the way my heart was pounding? Could she?
My brows pulled together and I fixed her with a stern gaze. “What are you doing here, Marisol? The wedding is over”
She bit on her lower lip, yanking out her mobile phone as she typed. “I was worried about the way you had left. I wanted to check if you are okay”
Luca excused himself already and the more my eyes lingered on Marisol, the more painful memories rushed in and that clueless glint in her eyes made anger flare in my chest.
With my eyes fixed on her, I sauntered towards her in style. “Do you know the people that I hate the most?”
She raised a brow in confusion.
“People who act like they know me when they don't. Do you know the fate that befell someone who acted exactly like you? I broke her limbs and made her crippled”
Fear flashed through her eyes and I stopped, a smirk curling at the corner of my mouth. “Since we are just getting to know each other, I will spare you this time. However, let me make this clear to you. Stay away from me”
“If you want to save your life. Stay ten steps away from me…” I glared and she did exactly as I said, her back pressed to the wall.
I bobbed my head, stalking her. “…and my business…” My words trailed off as I was now standing before her.
I leaned forward, staring deep into her eyes, watching the panic and fear that danced in them. “I was the one who saved your life, Marisol. I decide if you live or die. Don’t disobey me because if you do, I won’t hesitate to kill you, do you understand?”
She didn’t react, instead, all she did was stare into my eyes.
Impatience and uneasiness nudged me as I gripped her by the jaw and forced her to look me in the eye. “Do you understand?”
She trembled before me as I snarled at her. “Do you understand!”
Her shoulders tensed as she nodded.
I smirked. “Always remember that I only married you to use you against Julian. You are only a tool to use and discard. So, stay out of my business and get out of here” I released her job and without thinking twice, she scurried out of the room.
My eyes lingered on her till she disappeared from my sight.
If there was anyone else I hated more than Neriah, it had to be Marisol.
While Neriah was straight-up evil, Marisol acted like a saint but she wasn't one. She was far more cunning, a ruthless liar, and most importantly, a monster.
If there was anything I knew how to do best, it was breaking monsters like her.
I was going to bring up that side of her that she was trying to conceal with that innocent mask on her face.
Marisol might have thought that this marriage was about vengeance against Julian, but she was wrong.
This marriage was a trap meant to ruin her soul, body, and mind and if there was anything, she had successfully fallen into my trap.
She would be ruined just the way she did to me.
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