She's my True Alpha[MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 31, Other enemy

Quincys POV
N/A: The next chapter will be so juicy love you readers.

"Alpha," I greet Keeyln with a bow. She thinks she's forcing me to fight for her in war but I'm really only helping myself. After all thats, what moles do. With a lift of her hand she orders me to get up.

"Why did you request to see me?"

"Keeyln I want to talk," She rolls her eyes and scoffs dramatically. Keeyln's a smart girl and she had to know this was coming. A girl that although she's supposed to be my enemy being a mole has lead me two months to observe and watch her. I can now say that I'm-

"Spit it out Prisoner," And then my thoughts are cut short. Now I remember, she'll never feel the same for someone weak. Besides she loves Gail, he's the survivor.

'We survived too, notice us.' Lucifer begs.

He doesn't even have to kill for her love he gets it, he doesn't have to bring war to her or plan schemes, he tells her not to.

But she's going through war and where is he? If he was that good of a man no matter how hurt he is he'd love her like he claims. I'm her mate, joined through connection and destined to be together.

Well...usually it doesn't work like that for alphas but the point is I'm fighting for her with everything in me.

Everything will be a series of tests that you cannot study for and we both need to be ready for. Because I will not fail.

"You once told me anyone that survives the hand of your blade earns your respect and the hand to kill you. What happened to that?"

"You did not survive Prisoner I showed mercy!" She slammed her hands down yelling. 'What about Gail?' I wanted to ask but I already know the answer.

She loves him and he makes her weak, simple.

But with me and Keeyln we could both be Kings, equals. And with that comes power.

"Keeyln why did you reject me?" I spat out with a flicker of bitter. As soon as my words came out so did all the emotion that I was locking up; nevertheless urprise washed over her face and her mouth trembled a little probably never expecting me to ask.

"Not that I owe you an explanation but," She stopped straightening her posture and her already perfect hair and armor."You know why. I wanted to take the crown. I didn't care about you be-"

"-No," I interrupt sort of frustrated. Once again surprise shaded her face. I'm even surprised I never was one to treat Keeyln with disrespect. In my mind she was my queen in her mind she's the King. She wanted something more. "When we were innocent kids and family. Why then did you reject me?"

"I-I didn't, Quincy I," And there it was the part she has always played. My whole life knowing Keeyln she has been two things on The Victim and The Devil. She's who she is because a devil cannot play a victim too, so theres bound to be some collateral damage.

"No." My jaw clenched and my voice hardened. It's becoming difficult to hide my frustration. I've never had the pleasure of making Keeyln blush at my comments or witty jokes or get nervous but when I'm asking her a serious question she's suddenly uncomfortable. "You did. You said you had feelings for my brother," I point at her like the guilty that she is.

No excuses I hope she'll be honest.

"Well since your gonna die soon I can tell you that I didn't have strong feelings for Marcos Thyroid." She came from behind her desk approaching me. "He made me nervous like a possible crush or just a boy. I wad naive at a teenager living with a older boy. I just said it because I knew Marcos would never feel the same or admit it in a million years, he likes to be emotionless and strong."

"So what playing with my brothers emotions has been I joke to you?" She keeps her head held high showing me I'm right. "So why keep the act?"

"It frustrates me that he doesn't feel for me. Just because I don't feel for him doesn't mean I don't want him to feel for me. And I got to hurt you a little," The last part sounded somewhat pleasurable.

I want to slap her so hard. If I did that I'd die a slow death. Hell, it's unimaginable. I'd never do that no matter what Keeyln would do to me. I can't. "Did you play with Gail as well?"

Her anger shows noticeably when she takes the nearest blade from her desk landing it in my shoulder. I wince.

After all the blades I get, emotionally and physically it hurts the same.

"I have to tell you nothing more,"

"Okay I'm sorry. A few more questions...only about me," She nods so light anyone else wouldn't have noticed. Getting an emotionless devil to speak emotions is the most scary and unpredictable thing you can do, I should know.

"Have you ever thought you could care for me?" Just like that her face became lighter, in a flash her emotion turns off leaving her dark caramel face a paler tint.

"No," That was a trick question. I asked her if she's thought about it but that doesn't mean she hasn't felt it. And just because she said she hasn't thought she could care about me doesn't mean she doesn't want to.

"Well I have," With each word I take a step closer to her. "Have you ever liked me as a kid?"

"No," Her answers become too simply said to have any emotion running in her veins.

"Would you save my life?"

"No," She scoffs like I should be shamed for asking that.

"I would never not save yours," Her face tenses with a nervous look when I'm only a few steps away. "Have you ever loved me?"

A lump comes to her throat causing her to gulp when I'm centimeters from her face. "No," Her voice a little more quirked up.

She makes no sense. Theres I trick to everything I say, always.

"Then why'd you reject me?"

"Huh?"

She wasn't expecting me to say that. But everything I say and do has a motive and point.

"I asked if you don't love me then why'd you reject me?" She let out a breath on my chin laced with mint. "Were you trying to protect yourself? You had to love me that's why you rejected me, to hide you feelings, right? If you didn't really care about me then you wouldn't hurt me. If you only wanted the crown then you would have used the mate benefit to take my hand in marriage. Unless you were afraid of falling more in love,"

With each step I take foward riding up in her, she takes back. I've always been 6'5 and Keeyln 5'6 but never once have I felt taller than her. But damn it feels good. To have her on the spot and nervous I feel like a king.

I feel like ending this war because today I have accomplished my only goal. I want her. And more then that I want her to want me, I want a confession.

She's all I need and what I need is what I want.

Our eyes dart in alert when gunshots go off. Blood splatters against the office window making the room go dark without sunlight. You nnbA siren goes off like to purge and when I look back at Keeyln she has already called to prepare her army.

War.

But who is the other enemy?

Omg this chapter was badass! I loved writing it.

Two snakes...what are you gonna do?

What do you think?

Who likes Keeylnand Quincy together now?

Who thinks they need to give it up. It's old.

Who needs to know Marcos! Marcos and Keeyln? Are my shippers still there?

Xoxo, Reese