Dark Desires.
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"Griffith, stay out of this," my father warned coldly as he stepped closer to me. I winced in pain and sobbed, clutching my stomach. It felt like I was dying a thousand deaths.
"I asked you a question. What did you say? What happened last night?"
"Griffith came to kill..."
Before I could finish, he kicked me in the stomach again and grabbed my collar. His golden eyes burned with rage.
"What happened last night?"
"Father, you're hurting her!" Griffith shouted.
I'm doomed if I tell him what Griffith did last night. He wants me to keep quiet about my husband's death and pretend nothing ever happened.
"I slept well," I whispered through my tears. "When I woke up this morning... I didn't know what had happened."
"And where did your husband go?" my father asked.
I stuttered.
"He... he died this morning. No one knows what happened to him."
"But where is his body?"
I slowly shook my head.
"I don't know, Father. I only did my duty as a wife last night by consummating our marriage. I don't know where he went."
"Good, my daughter." He smiled faintly. "No one knows what happened here either, so get some rest and make sure you recover." He let go of me, and I collapsed onto the floor, crying.
Then he walked over to Griffith and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't ruin your reputation because you're jealous of your sister being touched by another man."
Griffith's eyes widened.
"If you want her to satisfy those forbidden desires of yours, then why don't you just have her?"
"Father... you can't be serious."
"You are the Alpha of the Celestial Dragon Pack, the strongest Alpha in all the realms. You can have anything you want. She's right here. Satisfy your urges and move on. There's no need to do something so foolish just because you've become an adult."
He shrugged carelessly.
"I don't care if you sleep with her, as long as no one finds out. Do whatever you want and keep it a secret."
"Father, I don't desire..."
"Stop denying it. You're my son. I know you better than anyone. You're an Alpha. You can have whatever you want."
"...Alright, Father."
My father grinned before leaving the room, leaving Griffith and me alone. I stared after him in complete shock. Tears streamed down my face. How could he suggest I sleep with my own brother?
He's insane.
"I HATE YOU ALL!" I screamed. "EVERYONE!"
"Rowena..."
"Don't you dare come near me!" I shouted. "I don't even want to look at you. You disgust me."
"Rowena..."
"So this is what you've been planning all along?"
I glared at him.
"You wanted to stop my marriage because you wanted me for yourself. Is that why you killed my husband? Because you wanted me? What's wrong with you, Griffith? Why do you always have to ruin every plan I make?"
"Why won't you just listen to me?"
"I don't want to listen to you! You're a bastard!"
"That Alpha never loved you, Rowena," Griffith said quietly. "I overheard him saying he planned to make you his secondary... his slave. He wanted to use you for his own entertainment. He never intended to honor you."
"You think I care what he wants?" I snapped. "All I wanted was to leave this place and never come back. I always blamed myself... but it was you all along. You're the one who wanted me. You deserve to rot in blazes. I'm done being naïve around you."
I rushed to the table and grabbed a fork, trying to stab him. He caught my wrist before I could strike.
"Let go of me!"
We struggled as I kicked and headbutted him. Blood trickled down his forehead, but he didn't seem to care. We lost our balance and fell onto the bed.
He landed on top of me.
For a brief moment, I found myself staring into his soft, piercing green eyes. My heart suddenly raced. Heat spread through my body. What is happening to me?
"Rowena..." His voice softened. "I love you."
I froze.
"You must know by now." His eyes never left mine. "You are my fated mate."
Fated mate? What is he talking about?
"I love you so much, Rowena. Please... calm down and listen to me. I would never hurt you."
"You're sick." I spat in his face.
As I tried to push him away with my leg, I felt something hard pressing against me.
"Oh... I'm sorry," he apologized quickly.
I frowned in confusion. What was that?
Fated mates?
Did he just say the words "fated mates" to me? Or did I hear him wrong?
No, he wasn't talking about me. He had to be completely drunk.
There was no way the Moon Goddess had fated us to be mates. We are siblings.
Siblings are siblings, not fated mates. Does he even know what he's talking about? Does he think I'm stupid enough to believe the crap coming out of his mouth? Has he forgotten that fated mates are banned in the royal family? Who the hell does he think he's playing with?
My husband had just died in this very room beside me, and he's talking about mates as if nothing had happened. I don't have my powers anymore, so I can't feel his wolf or my own wolf spirit. If he's telling the truth, I have no way of knowing because I'm wolfless now.
But his words stayed in my head, and I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said. The Moon Goddess must be messing with our asses, playing some twisted game with us. She must think we're nothing but toys for her amusement.
Then I felt my body respond to my brother's arousal, and it made me even angrier with myself. Why the hell was I getting excited instead of hating this bastard?
He had just killed my husband, and my father defended him without hesitation, even telling him to sleep with me.
Why?
Because he was an Alpha. Alphas were raised to let their s****l desires control them, while Omegas were expected to suppress and hide theirs. Alphas lived by double standards and were never punished for their crimes.
I hated my brother, my father, and everyone in that palace. They had turned my life into a living hell.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized over and over, about to get off me.
His words only made me angrier. I shoved him off and slapped him hard across the face. What kind of rubbish was he saying? Was he insane?
"Don't apologize to me. Tell me why you killed my husband. And why did our father tell me to keep it a secret?"
"Rowena, I'm so sorry for everything that happened."
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