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Chapter 77
“You already know the situation with your family. What the witch said about your curse.”
“I know.”
I snap, not sparing him a glance.
“Believe me Weston, I know.”
My hand clutched onto the the side of the door, my knuckles turning white from the pressure I put on it.
For the almost the entire ride, Weston stays quiet. The waves of his discomfort reaching me but I push
it to the back of my mind. Admittedly, the silence only served to make me a lot snappier. “She was
something, wasn’t she?”
I ask him, voicing out my surprise to see the kind of person she was. At first, I expected a stuck up,
over confident Alpha who prided on beating Windril. I was expecting to see someone who so blatantly
boastful but she wasn’t. I never should’ve thought she would be, seeing as she ranked second. No
Alpha who ranked second could ever be someone of that stature.
“Yes, she was.”
Weston drawls, looking at me with a certain glint in his eyes.
“She was honestly quite intimidating. Nothing less from the Hellhound.”
I purse my lips, thinking of her nickname and found myself disagreeing with it. Hellhound? The name
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merciless kill of Windril but it still didn’t suit her. She probably killed hundreds before and yet
‘Hellhound’ was not a name I could associate with her.
It was out of place.
She had the face of an angel, no doubt.
Her gentle, kind features that oozed off a type of purity.
Not purity in the sense of doing no wrong, because frankly, there can never be an Alpha that was
washed away from sin. We’ve all done something that would be looked down upon at some point. It
wasn’t morals that was pure about her. It was something entirely different. Was it the vive she gave
out? Her attitude of indifference? Was it the way she carried herself with pride but at the same time,
humble and strong?
“Hellhound?”
I heard myself repeat.
“It doesn’t suit her.”
Weston tilts his head to the side with a raised brow. His interest was perked from my opinion.
“Oh? And what name would suit her?”
She was different from the rest. Even in that short time of knowing her and not exchanging more than
just a few words to her, I knew she was unlike any other. She was powerful but delicate. Blunt but
graceful. Fierce but calm. Confident but humble. Disinterested but attentive.
She was as beautiful as a flower but as tough as a nail.
“Wildflower.”
I say quietly, thinking of her mesmerizing pale blue eyes that I could easily get lost in.
“She’s like a wildflower’
Weston hummed, not bothering to hide that delighted face he was making. He was probably thinking all
sorts of things right now but I couldn’t deny that what he thought was right. If he could see the attraction
I had with her, then there’d be no point in trying to deny something so obvious.
“Just drop me off at the Capital. I expect everything to be taken care of. Alert me if anything happens
while I’m gone.”
Weston nods, looking at me square in the face before letting out a grumble. He most likely wanted to
probe more about the subject of my little wildflower. I could feel his curiosity eating at him but he
refrains from asking.
Soon enough we reach the Capital. I had doubts that Williams was here seeing as his personal vehicle
wasn’t outside. It was for the best he wasn’t here. I knew I wasn’t going to be much of a joy being
around when Weston made a call to Williams, telling him we were on our way. I didn’t miss the silent
‘he isn’t very happy at the moment’ he whispered to him.
“Take care of yourself, Alpha.”
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Weston tilted his head down. I breathed out and nod in acknowledgment before I made my way to my
guest room. The maid who usually stays behind to greet the guests had let me in. Walking up the stairs
was dreadful. Every step I took closer to my room, the more I thought about the sacred pool, Hestia,
Dixon and Selene.
The last one having the most effect on me.
The moment I closed the door shut, my hand reached out for the closest thing next to me. It happened
to be a table lamp that I had thrown across the room. It shattered into pieces and fell around the floor.
Shards of glass haphazardly strewed across the carpet.
All the humiliation, disappointment and disbelief returned at full force. I was having a hard time
restraining myself from losing it in the SUV. Talking to Weston had helped, but not nearly enough to
sate my frustration. The Moon Goddess was truly out to get me. She was toying with my emotions like
she had toyed with my fate. A cynical laugh left me as I tore the bedsheets off the mattress.
This was all a game to her.
A game I had no power in.
I began seeing red, just knowing how she was manipulating all this. She, with her snide smile. watching
me suffer. I don’t know for how long I was wrecking havoc in my room, but it took a broken bed,
dismantled table, torn pillows, slashed walls, pieces of the headboard missing, broken glass sca ttered
on the floor and a bathroom door ripped from its hinges laying beside the bed for
me to calm down.
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