Chapter 8- The Omega's Wrath

"Show?" I croaked out as I tilted my head, smirking despite the pain that was going through me.

“You call that a show?" I couldn't help but laugh,

Adriana ran her hand on Xander's chest as she kissed his shoulder, her eyes locked on mine.

“All I saw was a man trying to fuck a woman but failing miserably,” I sneered, my voice laced with mockery. “Tell me, Xander, was that supposed to be impressive? Because from where I stand, it looked like you were trying to convince yourself you still have it.”

Xander's eyes darkened but I wasn't done, if he thought that he could break me with this little show then he had something else coming for him.

I leaned forward despite the pain, smirking. “Let me guess—you had to fake it, didn’t you, Adriana?” I tilted my head.

“Watch your tone!” she snapped as her eyes narrowed in slit.

"Oh my bad, you were a little loud and extra and I thought you were trying to fake it not to offend the King,” I said with a wicked smirk on my face,

Xander slowly stood up from the bed and for a moment I felt fear grip me because of the dark look in his eyes.

He was still naked but I refused to look down.

He stopped in front of me as his hand harshly gripped my face.

He leaned down to my ear, dropping his voice so only I could hear him.

“So are you that desperate for me to fuck you, you're trying to piss me off?” he whispered and I couldn't help but scoff,

"You're not man enough,” I said looking him straight in the eyes as his hand around my jaw tightened and then without another word he stepped back before walking away and disappearing into the bathroom.

It was left with me and Adriana and she just kept staring at me like she won some prize or something.

“Must be really painful…” she started as she climbed down from bed not bothering to hide herself.

Like I told her I was interested in looking at her small tits and flat ass. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Must be really painful for you to look in the mirror and see those,” I said as my eyes landed on her chest and I knew I struck a nerve with the way her hands clenched,

"Well, the king still likes them,” she defended and I just chuckled at how she looked.

If she was a cartoon character she'd have smoke coming out of her head.

“Does he? Because from the look of things he was ready to throw you away the second he found his mate. Just happens that he doesn't like me…well, for now.” I said and her eyes got dark as she walked towards me.

"Let me tell you something…" she growled and I arched a brow.

“The king is mine,”

"Yet I bare his mark,” the look in her eyes told me she wanted to kill me instantly but she held back and that gave me some sort of satisfaction knowing that she couldn't do anything.

"Soon enough he'll discard you as soon as he finishes his torture with you and I'll gladly help him,” she said as she moved back then she started walking to the bathroom and I knew what would come.

When she reached the bathroom door she paused as she turned to me.

"I'll do everything possible to make sure that Xander kicks you out of this kingdom. I bet you.”

"Good luck trying,”

*****

Xander and Adriana finally left me in the room after their series of activities in the bathroom. She was a whore there was no two ways about it.

I was starving and my throat was dry like I swallowed a handful of sand.

I was still chained and they left me like this to suffer. My hands were aching and it felt like all the blood from my hands flowed to my shoulders.

I sighed as I looked down in exhaustion. I swallowed whatever saliva I had left to wet my throat but that wasn't enough. I needed water, I needed food.

Back in my pack they hated me so nobody bothered about giving me food but I always found a way to feed myself.

Well, I steal some food and that way I can be able to eat because even my fellow omegas hated me and didn't share any leftovers with me.

It was that hard. At the same it shaped me to become the woman I am.

I started receiving a lot of hate at the age of six.

I could still remember the way those people had treated my parents. I was little but I knew when something wasn't right. The way they had all pushed them that night, taking them out of the pack.

I had followed from a distance, too small for anyone to notice me.

I saw them gather under the moonlight. And then my parents were in the middle.

My father had been holding my mom's hand, the fear in their eyes.

His eyes had met mine and I could see him telling me to run away but I was too scared to move.

They were called names that day I couldn't remember.

But one I'll never forget is traitor.

They had called my parents disgrace to the pack and right before my eyes they had killed them.

A dagger straight to the heart.

I couldn't even make a sound. No tears fell from my eyes. But at that moment I felt a shift.

My heart hardened.

And I made a vow to kill everyone of them who had stood there and watched my parents get killed.

There were twenty on my list.

And one was already down.

The rest;

I was waiting for the right time.

And when that time comes.

Nobody would be able to stop me.

And then;

I'll paint this kingdom red.