Alpha's Skin

Chapter 3

My knife glided through the air, barely missing his right eye. His dodge was precise as if he knew I was coming before I entered the kitchen. While distracted, I swiftly moved my body to, an angle where his throat was at the end of my blade. He seemed to have picked up the knife he was using to for his meal, to protect himself. He aims it against my bare flesh.

Weak

Our eyes connected instantly, making me want to pull my other dagger in my pocket and stabled into his cerulean orbs.

"Aurora,"

"Prized Male,"

"Nice to see you again," August weakly smiles as he gradually drops his defence, making me deepen my knife on his neck.

"I don't think; you should, do that, Ora," he smirks.

"I don't you fucking dare, say my name like that," my tip lip lifts, baring my teeth.

" I don't want to fight a female, today," 

As the word, female, left his mouth, I wanted to envelop my knife tip in his throat and watch the blood gush out his throat as he begs for his life at my feet.

"I don't fight, prized males," I pull my knife away from his throat. He plays a cool character like I didn't have him, at the end of my blade a second ago.

 He returns to his previous scavaging of the kitchen. "How's your day going?" he questions me.

"Don't talk to me, vermin," I sneered back at him, making him only smirk. "Keep on, smirking, and I'll permanently carve it onto your face," I warned him as I lift my blade.

I grabbed the nearest thing from me and unfortunately it was mango. My taste palette wasn't very familiar with tropical delicacy.

"Didn't know, you like, tropical food?" August questions me as he chops the last of his carrots for his meal.

"How many times, have I told you, don't ever speak to me unless spoken to,"  I reminded him as I cut along the mango, revealing the ripe yellow flesh.

August rolls his eyes as he continues to make his meal look favourable with various amount of spices.

Chewing the last piece of mango, I gave August the finger before walking out of the kitchen.

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I ended up finishing my thesis on the deterioration of male patriarchy in clans by afternoon.

Father wanted me to do something that took my mind off killing August, so he decided writing was the best option.

Now, I have a whole tub filled with theses; ranging from vegetables are evil to why socialism is the catalyst to worldwide slaughter. Although, I do have few containers filled with stories of adventure, love and horror, which are mainly fiction. I do have a few diary entries, but they're exclusive to me, no one dares to read it, or I have their blood on my hands.

I have been told if I keep on distracting myself that my hunger for bloodshed will decrease with time. Lena, the healer of the pack, had informed my father before my birth; that my future was destined for the destruction of the pack.