You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 079

  Chapter 079
 
 
 
    Lucas's point of view
 
 
 
   The pathetic wolf dropped dead on the floor as she morphed back into her human form. I couldn't see her face, but I recognized the hair.
 
 
   My system tensed up as I use my foot to push her face into view. I sank to my knees at once as I brought her up into my arms. What have I done?
 
 
   "Myra!" I called, "Myra!! Myra!!!" I shook her vigorously. There was no response, she was gone, I killed her.
 
 
   Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
   I stood up and backed away from her, my palms stretched out for me to inspect the damage caused by both.
 
 
   "No no no no!" I shook my head in disbelief. How? I didn't know. I swear I didn't know.
 
 
   I thought the she-wolf was a mere guard, controlled by Logan to come interrupt me. I didn't know it was Myra. And I should have known!
 
 
   'You're right, you actually did know. I knew it was her, I've seen her wolf before and recognized her. I purposely didn't tell you because I want you to kill her,' Deidre spoke up, taunt in his tone.
 
 
   "You knew!" My misery slowly grew into rage. This son of a bitch knew and didn't think to alert me.
 
 
   'I want to, but then I'm locked up in a cage and most times my opinions doesn't usually matter. Who am I kidding, I definitely do not want to." He laughed, in joyous take on my wretched deeds.
 
 
   "You made me kill our mate! The only girl we've ever loved!" I screamed at him, a mixture of rage and an emotion I don't quite understand.
 
 
   I've never felt like this before. This droopy feeling inside of me, that paints my heart blue and cloudy. It's new to me and intense, I don't like it at all.
 
 
   'Loved? You loved her? Lucius, you were going to sacrifice that poor girl to become the greatest threat the world will come to suffer from.'
 
 
   "And I intend to bring her back!" I hollered back at him, "I intend to bring her back, I love her so much I don't think I want to lose her forever. She's so fragile, so sophisticated, I-I-" my voice trembled into a tone I recognized very well to be a sob.
 
 
   Am I crying?
 
 
   I pushed my hand up to feel my face and felt a meltish liquid on there, tiny as it strolled down both side of my cheeks. I wiped the liquid out on my finger and brought it down for me to look at. Good Goddess, there are tears on my face.
 
 
   Will I also die? Holy Moon, I've never shed any form of tears since I was born. I don't know what it feels like to cry or shed tears, I'm allergic to negative emotions, especially the type that tugs the heart.
 
 
   Anger is the only negative emotion I've ever worked it.
 
 
   'Aww sorry. But I purposely wanted you to kill her because I didn't want the sacrifice to hold. I knew it was her since she stepped in here, I thought you also knew but then you attacked her which means you don't. So I thought, let me kill two birds with one two. One prove to you that I'm still indeed your curse as if you've labeled me, and two stop your foolish dream from ever becoming reality. You can't become who you want to become, I mean you might have that planned, but with your third and the most important part of your ritual gone or dead, I don't see your dreams coming to pass.'
 
 
   It was this same wolf who made me kill the first woman I felt an affection for. He also made me lose a lot of things I do not want to talk about or remember. There was a reason he's locked and usually at the back of my mind. He's the actually curse on my life, the stagnant curse I don't think I can get rid of.
 
 
   Although, he has a nice idea to sabotage me, but most times he's just an idiot who always forget who he's dealing with.
 
 
   I chuckled, "For a wolf linked to the most fearful man on earth, you sure lacked the intelligence to observe and analyze. Do you really think you can do anything to stop me from becoming who I was meant to become?"
 
 
   'Yes. I may not be able to stop you, but I can make you wait ten thousand more years for Dear Myra to get reincarnated. The world should enjoy its peace for how long it'll last,' he responded.
 
 
   I chuckled once more, that's a shallow thinking.
 
 
   "My sister is alive, when I burned her to ashes with my very hands. What makes you think Myra won't breathe the air again?" I said to him, he went silent immediately. He's no curse to me, he's a feeble fool meant to be my annoying tail.
 
 
   "I'm gonna let you in on my plan. I will summon death, by cutting the deal he has off with my sister, then strike a new one with him in return of Myra's soul. My sister will be down back the pits of hell where she belongs, and I'll have Myra back at my disposal. Sounds great right? Now let me see you try to sabotage that if you can."
 
 
   He has went mute and couldn't say anything to me again. The joke he is.
 
 
   I'm glad I've come up with a solution. I walked over to Myra and tossed her naked body up on my shoulder as I walked out of the dungeon.
 
 
   I didn't need to finish up with Logan, but because I've done enough damage to finish for me. I've not only sucked in his powers, but also drained his life force low.
 
 
   If Myra hadn't barged in, he'd also be dead. Although, with the little force he has left in him, he has about an hour left to give up the ghost.
 
 
   I got out of the basement that led to the dungeon and met Neil sprawled helplessly on the floor. As if on cue, his body moved a bit before he collected himself and stood on his feet.
 
 
   "You had just one job!" I said from behind him. He turned around at the sound of my voice as his head immediately dropped to a bow.
 
 
   "I'm sorry-"
 
 
   "No. No apologies. I've had enough of your recent incompetence. I killed my mate because you couldn't do your job right. All you had to do was keep her away from down there, and you failed. Just like you failed to get Logan killed." I sighed as I moved closer to him.
 
 
   "You were a good servant. But now you'll meet the same fate as you've given my mate." Before he could comprehend my statement, I let out my claws and dug it straight into his heart.
 
 
   His face paled as he looked at me with pain and betrayal.
 
 
   "I'm not sorry," I addressed the betrayal on his face before I pulled out his heart from his chest.