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“What’s the plan, Carmilla? Going to fight us all alone?” Gerard taunted as he walked around the table and stopped by Oliver.

“What made you think I was alone?” Carmilla smirked.

Well, in that case… I stepped over Cy and loomed over Oliver with a sinister grin forming on my lips. He scooted back until he was pressed against the wall. He knew he was fucked. If it was one on one, even with the missing finger and lack of ring, he’d win. There was no doubt in my mind, but I had backup that actually gave a shit about me.

I also had a massive build up of rage simmering inside that didn’t have an escape. Things were good until he butted in. The future was supposed to be bright and happy, but no, he messed it up again.

First, he helped kidnap me. Then he took my arm. Now, he pulled the council into this and doomed us all.

This fucker was out of time.

Without asking, Leona jumped down to help me. The others were having a verbal sparring behind us, but I tuned them out. Oliver didn’t deserve a happy ending. I had a smidgen of hope that he would change and fully accept what he did and grovel, but that hope was gone.

Leona wasn’t taking any chances, and I wasn’t going to toy around with him. This had to be quick so we could get out of here.

She kicked him in the face, slamming his head against the wall. His head bobbled, and I hesitated. I thought about taking his life, but I never expected to actually be in the position. When Cy tackled him, I thought that was it, that he would be done for, and I could move on with a little bit of peace.

“The first one is hard.” Leona placed her hand on my shoulder, giving me her support.

I never wanted to be in this position again, but I wasn’t going to wimp out. This was for what he did to all of us and the pain that would forever linger because of his idiocy.

I took one last deep breath, gripping the knife in my hand with the blade facing down.

One slice, one cut, that’s all I needed, and he would be finished. I fell to the ground, bringing the blade with me. My arm swung, and the knife slammed into his chest, right over his heart. I wasn’t taking any chances and didn’t want to have to repeat this.

Oliver gasped, and blood gargled from his lips as he raised his hand to the hilt where my hand was still wrapped around it. His bloodshot eyes met mine.

Where I had expected to see pain and regret, I saw anger and repulsion. That sealed it for me. I would never regret this. He didn’t deserve redemption. He deserved nothing, not even a thought after this night.

I pulled the blade out as I stood up, then handed it over to Leona who took it freely.

“I’ll make sure he stays dead.” I barely heard her as I turned around to see what the others were dealing with.

The Alphas were still frozen in their spots, but now, Ellie was on top of Carmilla, beating the shit out of her. Due to her holding the knife with the blade pointing down, she effectively sliced the fuck out of Carmilla’s face on repeat. She deserved the scars and so much more for her hand in this shit. The entire council should be as ugly as they are on the outside as they are on the inside.

I did raise a brow in surprise though, but if I had enough anger to stab Oliver, this was only a fraction of the fury she was feeling.

Footsteps rang out from multiple directions, then hell really broke loose.

Ellie was ripped off of Carmilla as a storm of guards swarmed the space, and Alastor was too slow to save her. Carmilla vanished, guns were pointed in all directions, and everything started to go black. They were going to die. Everyone was going to die because of me, just like I feared.

The council would kill us all, leaving nothing behind of the “crime” we committed.

Screams filled the space, and Gerard argued and demanded they stop at once, but they didn’t listen to him. We were the enemy in their eyes.

The hold on the Alphas released, but it was too late. They were knocked out by the butt of a gun or a tranquilizer. The rest of us were next, sending us all to the ground, unable to fight for the ones we love.

Although, now loved was probably the better word.

My pheromones burst forth, taking some of the guards down, but it was too late. The world swirled around me as I collapsed to the floor. This was what I had always expected, not the happy future they had almost given me. Truthfully, the only thing I regretted in this moment was not being able to say goodbye.

I didn’t get to say it to them, my parents, or my grandma. They were just gone, and I never saw them again.

History repeated itself, and my world vanished.

Chapter 45

Cy