The 5-time Rejected Luna Queen
Chapter 57-3

Chapter 57-3

I desperately wanted to find this so hard to believe, but if it was damn true, then I had to find a way else Amelia would finally be able to take her position as Luna of the pack without any obstacles.

A knock was rasped on my door,

"Come in."

When the door opened, Angela stepped in,

"I brought some snacks and a glass of juice which might keep you calm." She uttered and dropped it on the table close to my bed, but I didn’t raise my gaze at her. I was still boiling deep down with anger. I really couldn’t let that bitch win and take Dexter away from me. He had always been mine right from the start.

We fucking belong together.

I screamed out loud and pushed the tray away, letting it crash on the floor,

"Why? Why the hell does it have to be her." I screamed and Angela came rushing towards me.

"How certain are you that she’s pregnant? Maybe you’re mistaken and your witchy powers or feelings were wrong this time." I yelled at her,

That was Angela’s secret. She was part witch and part werewolf and by the laws of the Alpha king, witches were banned from the werewolf world in North America "Have I ever been wrong about anything, Scarlett?

Think about it: when you were younger, I told you your father would die a painful death, and you watched those creatures rip him apart because of you."

My eyes turned red with rage as I stared at her. I hated that she always kept bringing up what happened with my damn father so many years ago. I was a fucking kid and I hated remembering it. I had grown and lived so many years blaming Dexter for the death of my father and this had almost made me forget that it was all me,

But right now she always kept rubbing it on my face that it was all my fault,

I rose to my feet and grabbed her neck, and with speed, I slammed her body on the wall, while she winced in pain,

My eyes burned so red with rage and all I wanted to do was rip off her head right this minute but I still had great use for her because she was going to help,

"Shut the hell up!" I yelled at her, "Say anymore about the past, and I’ll cut off your tongue. You know nothing because as far as I remember, Dexter was the one who fucking killed my father. He was the damn reason my father died that night, understood?"

She nodded her head while struggling for breath and when I let her go, I watched her fall with a thud,

"Now get the hell out. I need to think about what to do with that lousy bitch." I uttered as soon as she walked out of the room, I wrecked my fingers into my hair, staring at my crazy and desperate self in front of the mirror.