NEW FACE

MORGANA'S POV 

"Look at me." He demands. I don't hesitate to raise my head. I hate looking up at him like this because he's too tall and it hurts my neck. His eyes are a bottomless dark sea. I don't think anyone on this earth has eyes as dark as his.

He's too close to me. I don't like it.

I mentally scold myself for not noticing he was in the room. That just proves how easy it is for him to sneak up on me. I wonder how long he has been in here, watching me like some sick psychopath.

His hand grazes my cheek sending unpleasant shivers down my back. He moves his hands from my cheek to my arm, leaving trails of his touch as he glides his fingers further down.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice coming out weak and frail. My question makes him abruptly stop his movement. Like he was under some sort of hypnosis and I just snapped him back into reality. I move slightly backwards away from him.

The emotion in his eyes is unreadable. His face is always stern. He's either always nonchalant or frowning. Lately he has been making faces I'm not used to. His eyes, which were always so empty and void of emotion now hold secrets I can't decipher.

"What are you doing Morgana?" I don't understand his question. I was minding my own business before he decided to get awkwardly invasive with his hands. I don't answer him, I stay in place waiting for him to dismiss me.

"That'll be all." He speaks after a few seconds and starts making his way back towards his desk.

"What are you going to do?" I suddenly ask. "About the vampires."

My question doesn't surprise him. He almost looks amused, as if he's happy that I'm talking to him.

"Kill them of course." He simply replies with a smirk.

"What if they kill you instead?" I raise my head up slightly, the thought of his dead body giving me satisfaction.

"You would like that, won't you?" He asks.

Of course I would like that! I would very much like to see each and every one of these terrible creatures wiped off the face of the earth.

But I don't say that to him. He moves closer to me, staring down at me.

"Tell me, would it bring you comfort to see me dead?" He questions, his voice coming out strong. The beast inside slowly revealing itself again. When I don't answer he takes a move forward, making me take a step backwards.

"Answer me Morgana." He demands.

"I think every human and vampire you hold captive in this hell hole would find comfort in your death but I'm sure you already knew that." I finally answer, telling him exactly what he wants to hear.

I expect him to slap me but he does nothing. He stares at me in fury.

"Do you think the humans would have done better had they been in our shoes? Picture a world where the humans had all the power in the world. Werewolves and vampires would be extinct by now. Why am I wrong for doing the same thing? Why am I wrong for protecting my people? You're a hypocrite." He states, his voice getting firmer with every word.

I can't believe he's trying to gaslight me right now. Trying to make me think I would have been the same monster he is if roles were switched. I get angry at his words, my blood boiling with hatred.

"Don't try and justify your actions with that silly excuse. I am nothing like you. You are cruel man with a dead heart. The humans never did anything to deserve this." I declare angrily.

"Do you listen to yourself when you talk? You only care about your species. The vampires need human blood to survive, of course they would feed on you. If you were in their shoes, you would do the same thing." He says.

"The vampires are demons. They should not exist. You defeated them and had no need to take humans as slaves but you did so anyways. What's your excuse for that? The humans did nothing. The werewolves and humans had the opportunity to live together in peace when the vampire nation fell, but you didn't want that did you? Because you're just a power-hungry monster and I hope you burn in hell!" I scream at him as I feel my anger rising.

Before I know it, I'm falling to the floor due the impact I just felt on my jaw. He slapped me. I guess I hit a nerve.

"You have no idea what you're talking about. And I'll have you remember I am still your Alpha and you are my pet! I demand you show me some respect!" He raises his voice at me, the harshness I was once used to revealing itself again.

He hasn't laid his hands on me for so long I can almost not believe he actually slapped me. My jaw stings, water pools in my eyes and hit me so hard my vision is blurry. I feel a strange taste in my tongue, then I realize my mouth is bleeding.

I'm definitely going to have bruises tomorrow. I try to lift myself off the ground, turning my head slowly to meet his gaze. Well, what did I expect? Did I really think he had changed and would never hurt me again? It was only a matter of time and the way I've been talking back at him lately doesn't exactly help my case.

I like it when he hits me though, not because I enjoy the pain but because every single time he hurts me is the number of times I'm going to torture him when I have the chance.

He walks towards me, pointing to my face. "Clean that up before I get back and don't forget your place Morgana. Don't push me to do that again."

There he goes again, blaming me for things that aren't my fault. It's not my fault if he has anger management issues. He walks out the door hitting it so hard it makes me flinch. Now he's taking it out on his door? Ugh

I finally completely lift myself off the ground and clean my face up in the bathroom. When I'm done, I walk towards the window to watch the Alpha's garden. It's the most beautiful thing about this place.

He lets me go out there on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays but I'm not in the mood today, not after I just got smacked in the face.

I notice a strange person I've never seen in the garden before. He's gathering some dead leaves to throw away. I can't get a good look at his face but he's blond and his body language tells me he's not a werewolf. Werewolves are a lot bigger than that. Did he get a new gardener?