MIA: A WEREWOLF'S CURSE

A THRONE AT STAKE

Aaron walked angrily towards Miram's room. The force of his heels as it collided with the hard ground, reverberating through the hall as he marched towards Miram with a deep scowl on his face.

"Miram," he barked as he barged through her door and walked into her room.

She had been staring at her reflection in the huge standing mirror which sat on her dresser and then turned with a shock-ridden expression to look at him.

He marched up to her and wrapped up his palm around her slender neck.

Her eyes grew wide with shock and dread as soon as that happened. He picked her up and then moved her away from behind the huge mirror which sat on her dresser and hit her back against the wall of her room.

Her hands flew to his as she struggled to get his hands off. He was just so strong.

"What is the meaning of this?" She asked, anger, laced in her tone.

"I should be asking you that question. What did you do to Mia?" He asked her through gritted teeth, his own anger too was very evident on his face. His normally cool and calm demeanor had flown out the window at that moment.

Her brows dipped slightly as she tried to grasp what he just said.

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything to her. I mean, you just saw us in the corridor and even yelled at me because of that low life." She said with irritation and disgust, lacing her voice as she spoke.

He didn't get his hands off from her neck instead his grip tightened. Her face became red and she seemed to be struggling to get air into her lungs.

She tapped on his hand rapidly as she tried to get him to let her go but Aaron seemed to have suddenly gone rogue.

After about a few minutes when her eyelids were beginning to gradually close, that's when he let her go.

She bent over as she tried to catch her breath, and placed her hand on her neck as she let out bouts of cough.

"You son of a-." She said, barely able to speak properly as each sentence was interrupted by a bout of cough.

"I'll have my father know about this." She threatened.

"That's what you always do. Threaten me with your father. Well, I'll have you understand that I am the true Alpha by the reason of the Tournament of Transition, and your father and no one else has the right to question my decision or blackmail me. Especially you, Miram."

Miram could see the pulsating anger in Aaron's steely eyes and she knew to speak wisely with him at that point because whether she liked it or not, if Aaron decided to do away with her, then he would do so easily, and then her desire to rule would be ruined.

"Listen to me, Aaron. We were all in the council room. There was no way I would do anything harmful to her." She said, her voice coming out a little bit gently.

"You already tried to harm her in the hallway before I came to take her away from you, so why should I believe you?" Aaron asked, the anger, barely subsiding within him.

"That was out of anger. I mean, you know how I can get whenever I get very angry and come to think of it, this is all your fault."

Aaron's attention shifted fully to her and a confused look mixed with the previous look of anger that  was etched on his face came to settle fully on his face. His sharp brows were furrowed and dipped slightly.

"Elaborate yourself." He said with a low voice but his anger was slowly replaced with curiosity as he tried to comprehend what Miram was trying to say.

"I don't understand why you brought her into this palace in the first place and she's not even a member of our pack either." She said, her hands flying up in the air as she tried to pass her thoughts across to Aaron.