Her Rogue

60. The End

"Well, well, well," I look at my uncle with a full face of disgust. The guy looked he hadn't showered for at least a month. What was he doing during this whole time in my pack? We have functioning showers and baths. Did he just forget to clean up?

"You have changed, my dear niece. Looking more and more like that hot-piece of ass your mother was. No longer wearing those ugly braces and no more that weird baby fat you had around your body. You have grown to real beauty, Angélique." 

His eyes were so dead. They had no soul behind them, but they were unmistakable the Crests' eyes: ocean blue. 

"Yeah, I've grown a lot, you would've known that if you haven't been killing people around the world. A lot of things changed. You missed out on a lot of stuff," I say, in a mocking niceness. I see his smile fall a little. He did not expect me to have a smart mouth.

"Like this handsome guy, this is Malcolm, my mate. Say hi, babe. This is my murdering uncle," I see Malcolm's smile in the corner of my eye. He perfectly knew what I was doing, so he waved at Lee like this was the most normal thing in the world.

Lee was alone in the room if it wasn't for the four surviving Lupus Venatores pointing guns to my family. My grandma was soaked in blood, but it didn't look like it was hers. Lilith looked half passed out, she had a deep gash on her stomach that needed to be attended or she would bleed out to death. 

Morgan was there pressing the wounds of his mate, even though he was in silver handcuffs and a gun was pointed on his head. He didn't seem to notice.

"Oh, another thing that changed here is the decoration, we changed the decor of the hall pack, but I think only saw all the destruction you made. Which is a bummer, we had really pretty oak wood on the rooms. Have you seen the rooms? We really have outdone ourselves since your last visit. We really made it so much homier, you know?" I continue with my calm ramble, looking around the entrance of the packhouse like there was nothing of the matter.

I knew men like my uncle. They hate when their accomplishments are completely ignored. These were the type of people that loved the attention from what they did. They wanted to see the fear in their victims' eyes. 

It is also called having 'Mommy issues'.

Olympe was very occupied at first by being the daughter of an Alpha and later having the twins and soon after that Olympe became Alpha. Lee wasn't a priority. 

Pathetic. 

Men that don't go to therapy for their traumas are one of the weakest beings on this Earth.

So me completely overlooking the fact of him being there was now completely killing him. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack by the complete lack of reaction from my part. 

And the soldiers seemed to confuse to know what to do.

"And thanks for noticing. I did change a lot from the last time we saw each other. I cannot believe I used to think I could rock bangs when we all know that the only people that can slay those things are just creepy porcelain dolls, right babe?" I ask, looking at Malcolm who started to copy me, walking around looking at all the destroyed things as if they were the most interesting things.

"I think you could rock bangs now, though," He tells me, winking at me. I fake an exasperated sigh and roll my eyes for dramatic effect.

"He is sometimes useless. Having a mate is so not practical when you need to be told the truth," I say, very close to my uncle, lowering my voice as if I was telling him a secret. "Thanks, babe, but that is not the point."

I feel Lee getting even more anxious and I think I saw one of his eye veins pop completely out of it, not understanding what we were doing. We are almost there to make him snap.