Trying to Keep the Omega

Chapter One - Do I Really Have To Kill Them?

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Chapter One - Do I Really Have to Kill Them?




I was currently lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It's been a week since my parents "mysteriously" disappeared. To me, it's a little bit suspicious, considering the talk me and my mom had before they "went missing" out of nowhere.

But I really hope they come back soon because I do not want to take care of this stupid kingdom alone. Yeah, I have the government or kingdom people or whatever, but I'm doing the main work. It just means that I'll surely be wearing a lot more dresses, meeting other important idiots, and I'll be killing innocent werewolves.

What the f*ck? I can't do all of that. H*ll no. I don't even follow the rules, they expect me to enforce the rules? No. F*cking. Way.

I just--

My thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the door. "It's Harriet," I heard Harriet's muffled English accent, that was much like mine, speak behind the door.

"It's unlocked," I mumbled unhappily. He entered, closing the door softly.

"Princess Foxy, the investigators have found them," He told me. I shot upright from my position.

"They did?! Thank goodness! Now I don't have to take care of this stupid kingdom,"

What he said next made my blood run cold. "They were found dead. They were killed," He said, a solemn expression replacing his blank expression.

"What? How could they get killed?!" I stood up quickly, anger and confusion coursing through me.

"They don't know, but the investigators are trying to find out," He said, taking a step back. He knew how dangerous I could get when I was angry. I knew how dangerous I could get. All because I'm from the werewolf royalty. And I don't like it one bit.

"F*cking, f*ck. Who the f*ck do they think they f*cking are? They can't f*cking tell me some bloody useless conversation, then f*cking run off like little b*tches," I cursed under my breath, and kept my gaze on the ground. You know that saying, if looks could kill? Well, that saying comes true if you're around me, and I'm angry. I've never killed anyone with this power, but I have injured people. And my parents told me. But I can't control it, unfortunately.

"Please, Princ--" Harriet was cut off by a loud alarm. You. Can't. Be. F*cking. Kidding. Me.

"Princess, you have to get ready. Put on the dress that is for this occasion. You know how to do the makeup, no earrings, hair dow--"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. You people have taught me what to do in this situation plenty of times. I just don't understand why I have to look so nice and sweet," I rolled my eyes.

"Because, you have to look harmless, then hit them when they least expect it," He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. Get out now," I shooed him out the door.

"Be quick. But you need to look perfect...good bye for now, Princess Foxy. And...good luck on your first kill," He gave me a reassuring smile, and closed the door, leaving me alone.

F*ck this.

F*ck everything. I'm done. I can't do this anymore. Sure, I was a smarta*s and a rude b*tch that didn't really follow rules, but I followed a lot of rules, actually. I was lazy, and didn't give a sh*t about anything, but now, I'm turning completely against everything. I'm not following anymore of their bloody rules, because now, I really don't care about anything.

I want to get kicked out of this kingdom. I want the government council to despise me so much, that they'd have to rule this bloody kingdom themselves. Because I'm freaking done. If everyone thought I was bad before this, then I was about to become their worst nightmare.