Page 122 of Forever My Siren Luna

I’m sure he had just ordered his men to scour the area for signs of anyone else. He probably thinks this is a trap. How else could I, a meek daughter of a woman labeled as a whore, cause an alpha to be in such a sorry state?

I eyed the crowd around me, “I’m here alone.” If I told him I had defeated my uncle and his men myself, he would ask how. I should be as vague as possible.

Val was pressed forward, anticipating a reaction from the monsters at my vague admission.

“So you are saying that you did this toAlphaWayne?” I remained silent, just staring up at him without answering his question. Amusement was showing in his smile. “How do you feel about that, my pet?” He looked down at my cousin. “Do you believe the impure mutt could do something so degrading to her own blood?”

Angelina’s eyes flashed at mine, then moved to stare at something behind me before looking back up at him.

“She….she was….I mean…”

The amusement died from his face, indignation now showing instead. His smile turned to a sneer, his defined jaw tensing. Suddenly, he whipped his hand backward, hitting Angelina, sending her backward a few feet. She almost fell from the podium. Her wails and tears made the monsters guffaw and sneer.

“If the adulterated whore can answer my questions without sputtering like an imbecile, I expect the pureblood I was given with a higher pedigree to be able to do the same!”

“I’m sorry,” she crawled to his feet, crying as she bowed before him. “I-I’m sorry, Lo-lord Tenebris.”

He kicked his foot, sending her backward with a grotesque cracking sound when his foot met her skull.

“Kill him,” he ordered her.

She was trying to recover, weakly pushing her body up into a sitting position. “W-what?”

Lord Tenebris let out a thunderous gnarring sound. Angelina whimpered, crouching down like she was anticipating another blow.

“You will kill your father, finishing the work that your cousin could not. Prove to me that you are the stronger Lycan female here and are worthy of being by my side, because I have to say, I am feeling rather cheated right now.” He crouched down, his face just inches from her. I could see her body trembling from where I stood. “Kill him.”

He is telling her to commit parricide. There is no choice for her in his words. He may not have said it out loud, but his intentions were clear.

Kill him, or he kills her.

Angelina and I were never close. My uncle sheltered her and she grew up privileged among the pack. Her father always said he was saving her for a mate worthy of her. If this was his idea of someone worthy of his daughter, then he deserved to die by her hand.

But….he was still her father. I remember countless times that I saw him truly doting on her and showering her with affection. It gave the impression that he loved her my entire childhood. I’m sure she felt that way too. For someone who has received so much love from her father, even if it was false, her feelings in return could still be genuine.

With the way she was trembling, staring down at her father who was shaking violently from the dark magic oppressing him, I could see killing him would be impossible for her.

Still, on wobbling legs, she slowly rose from the platform, then made her way down the wrapping stairway. When she got to the ground, Lord Tenebris said something in a devilish tongue, and a goblin standing close by tossed a knife at her feet.

She gasped, jumping back. She stared down at it like it was a venomous snake.

“Pick it up,” Lord Tenebris commanded, his onyx eyes domineering, peering down from his elevated perch.

She mewled, then slowly bent to lift the crude, stained knife in her hand. I could tell she had no idea what to do with it, or even how to hold it.

She slowly made her way towards me, her bottom lip bleeding and a bruise forming on her chin. She looked so scared, so unwilling, my heart was breaking for her; the girl I always thought had it all.

Her eyes moved from her father to me. Her back was now turned to the dark fairy and he could not see her face. Her trembling eyes moved from me, to something behind me again, and then back to me. Her lips moved, but her shaking made it hard for me to tell what she was trying to say. It made reading her lips impossible.

As she neared her father, her shaking got worse. I was still trying to figure out what it was she was telling me, but then she stopped just a few feet from my uncle. The little color she had left drained from her face and her lips stopped moving. She was pressing them together, trying to hold in a wail. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. Alpha Waynes groaned, pressing against the magic to look up at her. His face was anything but loving. He looked livid and terrorized. Even oppressed as he was, he was trying to send more fear into his daughter for complying with the lord he gave her to.

I couldn’t just watch. He was not hers to kill.

"His death is mine," Val snarled, pressing forward, and together, we moved so fast no one had time to react. I snatched the knife from my cousin’s hands, then spun around and dragged it across his throat right above the heavy metal collar. Angelina let out a horrified scream, falling to the ground and covering her eyes.

I grabbed a chunk of my Uncle Wayne’s hair, angling his face up so his blood spurted out all over the dusty ground. He was gargling and fighting for a drowning breath, and I was reveling in his death, however short it would be. I had hoped for something longer and more drawn out. I wanted to cause him as much anguish as I could, for as long as I could, but this small victory will have to do.

The monsters around us are shouting and cheering, devouring the scene, fueling their depravity.