Page 108 of King Alejandro

My anger flared through me as he turned onto his side, his back to me. I raised the piece of glass, but once again, the image of the chica’s face filled my mind.If I kill him… she’ll…Her tear-filled eyes flashed in my head, and I stared at the glass.

What the Queen Luna and the Lycan King themselves said… the fact that they didn’t need to keep me here in their home. They didn’t need to treat me nicely, but they did. If the Lycan wanted, he could have beaten me as Padre beat the chica.

I looked at the prince, no… the boy before me. I then looked at my right arm, staring at the place where my hand should have been. That wasn’t love. That extreme punishment was wrong…

I watched how they treated their children here. How the Lycan treated his Queen. The Lycan... maybe he was telling the truth... perhaps he didn’t know what the debt was or why Padre was angry. Even I didn’t know the reason. Padre just wanted revenge… maybe Padre was wrong.

“I’m getting bored, are you going to kill me or not?” The annoying boy asked, sitting up. The veins on his body looked painful, and his skin looked pale despite how confident and defiant his eyes were.

I felt a surge of hatred for him. He and the chica, they had a life of luxury. He would grow up and become the alpha he was born to be… and me… I stared at my bloody hand that still clutched the shard of glass and then at my other arm. I would be useless…

“By now, you should know your father is responsible for causing you pain. No one but him,” the boy on the bed stated.

“Aren’t you scared that I could kill you? You are currently very weak.” He smirked.

“I won’t die. You made that clear the moment you hesitated… why did you hesitate?”

He watched me curiously. He knew I was going to come here. What powers did he hold? There was something about the boy on the bed. His aura in itself was immense, like an alpha’s… but how was it possible he hadn’t even shifted?

“You seem to be all-knowing,” I retorted coldly. He raised an eyebrow.

“Not all-knowing…” He looked out of the open balcony, staring at the sky. “Was it because of Kataleya?” I frowned.

“No!” How dare he think I hesitated over a girl? I felt my irritation growing, feeling embarrassed.

“I hear you lost your hand for giving her food.”

“What are you, my interrogator?” I glared at him.

“I thought we were having a conversation, future Alpha to future Alpha,” he remarked, leaning back against his cushions and crossing his arms. I didn’t understand him… I didn’t understand his calmness or his words. Why was he so calm?

“Alpha. I’m not worthy of being Alpha anymore,” I spat, holding up my right arm. He smirked.

“You’re right, but it’s not your missing hand that is at fault. It’s your attitude. You better fix how you think and become a better person, or I will never allow it to happen.”

“Allow what?”

“Fate,” he muttered, closing his eyes. “Now, go. I’m tired, thanks to your dad.”

“What do you mean, fate?” Why wasn’t he answering me properly?

He opened his eyes, and for a moment, it felt like I was looking at someone who was a lot older than me.

“The future isn’t set in stone… tonight you shifted it.”

This boy was annoying, but his words remained in my head. Become better, the future wasn’t set in stone... for some reason, I felt like I had a sliver of hope. I turned away, ready to leave the room, when he called me.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“What?” I glared at him.

“When she came home, she was worried about you. She kept that ripped piece of fabric by her side and begged everyone to find and protect you from your father. Don’t be so mean to her.” I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. What a silly chica. That was so awkward! What would everyone be thinking?

“I don’t want to talk to her,” I scoffed. “She needs to stay away from me.” He simply chuckled, much to my annoyance. I stormed to the door when he turned sharply.

“Where are you going?”

“Yes, you are right. It’s clear you are not all-knowing,” I replied mockingly and left the room, slamming the door behind me.