The Azillian Kings(1)

CHAPTER 37

Move-Bitch

TheOneWithThePopcorn

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ARABELLA.

When you've hoped so much for something to change but for some reason that thing doesn't and you make the choice of accepting that it is what it is, my advice is to make sure to always maintain a part of you that doesn't forget why you never wanted it to happen so you can avoid being there ever again.

As beautiful as that advice sounded I am a hypocrite for even thinking it most especially because for the past seven hours I've done nothing but imagine all the ways I plan ripping that bitch apart even if by this time yesterday I kept telling myself that no one deserved death, but sitting here right now I've basically forgotten why I didn't want to go on with all of this.

One would wonder why my fury couldn't be pacified and the answer couldn't possibly be far fetched especially if she's sitting roughly ten paces away from me.

I had gone over to my parents place earlier in the day seeing as my brother's had agreed to sharpen me up only difference was that I ended up sharpening them up in turn to their utmost surprise hence the reason they concluded there was no need since I was good to go.

On our way back they'd done nothing but tease me by continously calling me an ancient being and I did nothing but whine and pout shamelessly to the amusement of everyone who saw us on our way back to the palace.

It was all fun and cute till I turned a corner and thankfully I caught the moment The Skank practically jumped on an unsuspecting Valley who in turn threw her off of him before she could even balance herself and before she could get a word out he had lifted her by the neck and was about landing a punch but was held back by Natasha who whispered something to him.

Unceremoniously he had dropped her on the ground and without sparing her another glance he tried walking past her but before he could take a step further she had placed her hands on his leg and began rubbing up causing Valley to growl so loud even I unconsciously bowed, but it was in that moment it actually struck me that the bitch had laid hands on what I had extensively called mine on countless occasions.

I don't know what happened from that point on but by the time I got back my consciousness I was being held back by my mates while there on the floor laid a bloodied Female, snickering and acting like she had finally lost her shit.

I didn't need to be held back anymore so I walked away, I don't know where I was going but I just knew that if I breathed the same air as that woman one more time there was nothing stopping me from snapping her neck.

There was some part of me telling me that she was trying to taunt me or wear me out, but I didn't care what she was thinking cause if she thought I was going to let her take my men away from me then she was sadly mistaken.

I have spent so long trying to find my place in this world, trying to at least fit into anything or with anyone, to an extent I had volunteered to be a cook at the orphanage just so I could find something or somewhere I finally fit in but still it wasn't there, so now that I was finally here with them there was no way in hell that I was letting them go.

I don't know how long I'd walked but when I finally halted my steps and looked in the distance I was knocked off my feet by the sight before me.

It seemed like an ancient arena at the least, with rolls upon rolls that ascended so high up you'd have to crane your neck to see the top, it was obviously really wide considering there might be over a thousand people sitted in their respective places, engaging each other in conversations and whatnot.