Alpha's Little Vampire Mate
Chapter 88

Chloe's POV:

"What are you doing?" He hissed trying to dive me, but he got the biggest surprise of his life when he couldn't move his body. His angry eyes glowed a deep golden, as he roared in my face. "A witch! Just like your mother! Release me at once!" His words hit me hard, tearing open the stitches on an injury that had refused to heal. I nodded, staring him in the eyes intensely. "Yes, I agree. I Am a witch like my mother but just so you know, this witch is not going to spare you! I'll rip your heart, that is; if you even have one and then, I will let you die slowly and painfully, drowning in your own blood!"

He scoffed, giving me a nasty look. "Just go ahead and kill me then, you win! But just so you remember, he bent his head towards his wife and the rest of the people who I had also made unconscious but still glued to the exact same spot they were in. "They were all part of it too, they also helped in killing your parents and when I decided to replace and kill you again, they all took sides with me," he paused, turning his head to his wife, he gave her a death glare. "Including her!" I rolled my eyes over to her, watching her face to see what her reaction would be, but she sat calm all through it, not once did she even as much as twitch a muscle. "What do you have to say for yourself?" I asked, getting pissed at the fact that I was boiling with rage to a point that it felt like it would explode out of me, and she just managed to look collected, with her luscious red hair spread around her face, down to her waist.

"We," she started to say in a cold tone of voice. "All deserve what is coming for us all and if I did today, my mind would be at ease that I shall meet my brother again, to tell him how sorry I am-" Her husband scoffed beside her and she aggressively turned to him, struggling to move her hand and instantly, I released that hand.

Wham!

"You whore, how dare you?!" Wham!

"I swear to the gods, I will decapitate you!"

Wham!

By now, blood was oozing out of Sherlock's nose and trust me when I say: I was having the time of my life! The rest of the people started to murmur, and I silenced them with a roar. "Do not provoke me, or I'll turn you all to stone!" Marcus stiffened beside me, and I giggled. The murmurs died down and once again, it was quiet.

Sherlock was panting, eyeing his wife in a way that would scare even the bravest wolf. But that aunty of mine had to be something else, she met his gaze, an equally deadly glare directed at him. "You had planned this all along, hadn't you?! You sly wolf, manipulating woman!" He panted heavily and some more. "I hope you rot in hell!"

"We all will," she paused, turning to me and her gaze immediately softened. "That is the only way we can forgive anyone for all the sins we have committed, so I'll happily serve my punishment!"

Well...

I turned to look at Marcus, and his head was already turning towards me. Titus, who was still trapped under my sleep, groaned, asking that I release him but I ignored. The soldiers were getting impatient and the pack members were getting angry and scared because they knew that I would never forgive them.

I turned to face them, giving the couple behind me some time to bicker and throw curses at each other. "Now to all of you, what do you have to say for yourselves?"

"Go to hell!"

"You will never belong to her!"

"You are such a witch, I hope you die just like your parents!"

"Traitor! You can never be one of us!"

Alright, there was definitely no forgiving these people...

My body was trembling with rage, it was a miracle how I still managed to stand without my legs giving out from under me. Marcus gave me a hand and I clutched it so tight, surprised that he did not retract it.

"You!" I called out to the one on the throne. "Any last words? I need to kill you fast and be out of these land, I feel nauseated already!" I scrunch my nose, showing mutter irritation. I felt like my head would explode, as the people's words spun around in my head. Even till the very end, they never accepted me as their own and I couldn't believe I blamed myself all this time for the death of my parents! The problem wasn't me, it was them... bloody dogmatists!

He spat in my face, my eyes fluttered shut shut when the spit landed on my cheek. I wiped it away, making a mental reminder to make his death excruciating and sluggish. "I would be glad to go to hell and kill your father all over again, and just so you know? I loved your mother before your father did and he stole her away from me!"

I tensed up, giving him a look of disbelief. "That is not true, my mother loved only my father, she told me that!"

He chuckled, his upper body shaking with the sound of his laughter. "If you do not believe me, you can ask your aunt Chloe," he turned to his wife. "Chloe, why don't you tell your niece that your oaf of a brother, took Claire from me!" She directed a scowl at him. "You bastard," she growled. "How dare you tell that to her? Have we not caused her enough pain and suffering? Why can't you just die in peace!"