Loving The Wrong Alpha.

The Murderer.

"Sorry? You're always apologizing to me, and it's pathetic. I don't care about your worthless apology. You disgust me," I spat with so much venom that I wanted to throw up in his face.

I couldn't stop thinking about what our father had said. I had always known he was up to no good. Did he have a hand in my husband's murder? The way he defended Griffith made it obvious he knew something. He knew it was going to happen. He knew my husband was about to be killed, and Griffith ripped his heart out with his claws.

But why? Why did he kill my husband? Why was my father so determined to hide his death and force me to stay silent about what happened last night? Why did he threaten me to keep my mouth shut?

Why do bad things always happen to me?

I scoffed.

"What is it, Alpha? Having some forbidden thoughts about me?" I mocked as I got off the bed, trying to hide how I felt.

The people across the realms weren't lying when they said my brother was the most handsome werewolf alive, he looked more like a hybrid than a pure werewolf.

I'd had enough of his attitude.

Enough of everyone treating me like a doormat because I didn't meet their expectations. Enough of this family that wanted nothing more than my death and to make my life a living hell.

"Rowena, can we at least be serious here?"

"f**k you! You look like an exasperated wolf that only thinks with its phallus. You killed my husband, and you want me to let it slide. You and Father planned all of this, didn't you? Just so I could take the blame for everything."

They were both sons of bitches. They could ruin my life without feeling a single ounce of sympathy.

"I did it to protect you," he cut in. "He wanted to use you as his punching bag. He never came to make you his wife."

"What kind of stupid protection is that? You can't even protect yourself, and you think you can protect me? You must be drunk, Griffith. How f*****g dare you have those thoughts about me? What do you mean by fated mates? You must be sick!" I shouted.

"You're always ruining my life, and you call that love? You're nothing but a f****d-up Alpha who doesn't give a damn about anyone. I hate you for ruining my life."

I grabbed a fork and pointed it at his face, shaking with rage. I wasn't backing down this time. I wanted to stab him and throw him out the window to die. That was how much hatred was burning inside me.

The Alpha I had married to save me from this prison was dead, and they were responsible.

"I hate you so much, Griffith, for ruining my life and abandoning me when things got bad. Don't come near me."

"I never abandoned you, Rowena. I've always been there for you. I knew you wouldn't be locked up forever, so I stayed by your side."

"You killed my husband, then acted innocent in front of our father when you were the one responsible for my misery. Tell me why you're ruining my life. All I ever wanted was to be free from you, but you keep dragging me back. How f*****g dare you? Why do you always take away the people I care about? Why did you kill him?"

"You think I hate you, don't you?" He stepped closer to me until the fork I was holding pressed against his chest. Blood was still running down his face from what I had done to him earlier.

"What are you doing?" I yelled, taking a step back.

"Don't step back, Rowena."

"Get away from me!" I shouted, my voice filled with rage.

"You hate me that much, Rowena? You think I'm the cause of everything that's happened to you? You think I'm the problem? We're both sixteen years old, and we've never had a healthy relationship."

"You bastard. A healthy relationship? Between us? Are you even in your right mind? After everything you've done to ruin my life, you're talking about our relationship? How much more toxic can you be before you realize the damage you've caused me? Tell me, Griffith!" I screamed as tears streamed down my face.

"Rowena," he whispered.

"Let me go!" I cried. "All of you should just leave me alone."

"We're both suffering, Rowena, not just you."

"Why did you kill my husband? Now everyone will think I had a hand in his death. I hate the day I trusted you. I wish I had never been your twin. I don't want to hear any of your bullshit. You're toxic as hell, and I regret ever knowing you. Get out of my sight. You destroyed my only chance of survival, Griffith. All these years, our parents mistreated me, and you did nothing. You stood in the shadows and watched them make my life miserable. And now you expect me to be happy? You expect me to act all lovey-dovey with you after everything you've done? "I hate you so much, and I hope you rot in blazes."

"Rowena."

"Don't you dare say my name again. I'll rip your mouth apart, so behave yourself before I do something we'll both regret."

"Rowena."

I ignored him and pointed at the door.

"Get my name out of your f*****g mouth. Don't make me repeat myself. Leave, Griffith. And thank you so much for killing my husband, because I'll never be able to live properly after his death. His murder will haunt me for the rest of my life."

As soon as he left, I broke down in tears. I knew I was going to be trapped here for the rest of my life.

My plan had failed miserably, and I had no idea what to do next. My husband was dead, and my father had forced me to stay silent about his death and how he died. My brother killed my husband to stop me from leaving this place, yet he claimed we were "fated mates" and expected me to listen to him.

What kind of bullshit was that?

My maids tried to comfort me, but I shoved them away, beat them, and threw whatever I could find at them to vent my anger.

My brother had forbidden desires for me. No... my father had to be just as insane for telling him to sleep with me as many times as he wanted.

What the hell was wrong with this family?

I ordered everyone to get out. I wanted to be left alone. Just looking at their faces made me want to throw up.

I wasn't a virgin anymore. Who would ever marry someone like me? Who would accept a princess whose husband died mysteriously on their wedding day? Everyone would call me cursed.