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And to my shock, a lot of people actually agreed with him.
“Yeah those magic people are a ticking bomb. They are never
part of the werewolf community. I don’t trust them.”
“This is a good time to deal with them.”
“Nobody will hurt the Nightshade Pack,” Asher interrupted
their heated discussion with a formidable voice. The room went
quiet almost instantly.
“May I ask why my King?” asked one of the Alphas with doubts
on his face, “You have to agree that those people are threats-”
“They are. But they don’t deserve to be destroyed.”
“Forgive me but this is not a time to be merciful. I still think we
should-”
“And there’s a more important reason.” Asher stood tall, his
presence commanding the room’s attention. “My mate, Queen
Violet, is a descendant of Nightshade Pack. She’s one of them.”
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The stares in the hall became unbearable. Their eyes, filled with
shock and fear, bored into me like I was some kind of ticking
time bomb. The whispers, the glances–they made my skin
crawl.
I didn’t want to be here a second longer, not with them looking
at me like that.
“You carry on with this. I’m going to step outside for some air.” I
whispered to Asher.
“Violet, don’t mind what they think-”
“It’s OK. I’m fine. Just really need some air!”
Without another word, I slipped out of the room, leaving Asher
behind to discuss the details of the war with the others.
I needed air–space to breathe, and away from those people who
demanded to kill my mother and wipe out my own kind.
My steps led me to the garden, where the cool breeze and the scent of blooming flowers wrapped around me like a
comforting embrace. I inhaled deeply. This felt so nice, a
temporary escape from the crazy turmoil.
As I wandered through the garden, I saw a someone sitting on a
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low stone bench beneath a canopy of vines.
Matthew. The former Alpha King’s bastard.
I hadn’t seen him since that challenge between Asher and his
uncle. He looked different–more tired, more hardened. The loss
of his parents seemed to weigh heavily on him.
I never liked the guy. But he still lost his parents. I felt sorry for
him.
He heard my footsteps and raised his head. A mocking smile
stretched his lips.
“Your Majesty,” he said mockingly, his voice dripping with
sarcasm. “Or should I say, Queen Violet? Quite the promotion
for someone who used to be a waitress in the human world.”
I bristled at his tone but forced myself to stay calm.
“I’m sorry for your loss.””
“Give me a break from your fake sympathy. Your husband
killed them. You can’t really feel sorry for me.”
“Believe it or not, I do. And I know you are acting like this
because you are said,” I said evenly. “But still that doesn’t give
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you the right to lash out at me.”
He leaned back, crossing his arms, a bitter smile tugging at his
lips. “Sad? No, Violet. I’m not sad. If I mourned my father, it
would be a betrayal to my mother.””
That caught me off guard. I frowned, moving closer to sit with
him. “What do you mean?”
Matthew tilted his head, studying me like he was deciding
whether I was worth his time. Finally, he spoke, his voice colder
than the ice, “You know who my mom is?”
I shook my head.
“She was my father’s fated mate. But she wasn’t good enough
for him. Too common, too plain. So, the moment I was born, he
discarded her like trash.”
I rounded my eyes, “He left his true mate because she’s too
common for him?” What a jerk.
He nodded, his jaw tightening. “He hated the bond. He saw it as
a weakness, something beneath him. So, he threw us both
away. I grew up watching my mother suffer because of him.
She deserved better, and so did I.”
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I didn’t know what to say. The anger in his voice was raw, but
beneath it, I could hear the hurt he was trying so hard to hide.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I didn’t know.”
Matthew’s bitter smile returned. “It doesn’t matter now. Time
has a way of dulling the pain. I’ve learned to live with it, but I’ll
never forgive him.”
I hesitated, then asked the question burning in my mind, “If you
hated him so much, why are you angry at Asher when he killed
the former King? He freed you from him. Shouldn’t you feel.
relieved?”
Matthew’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of
something almost primal. Thirst for blood.
“Because I wanted to kill him myself,” he hissed, his voice low
and cold. “That moment was mine. Asher took it from me!“.
