Queen Of The Alpha
Chapter 65

Yes, he was challenging her. That person was playing with her. But no more.

Priscilla turned quickly towards the bedroom and reached into her trouser pocket for the thing she had been given to suppress the heat. At least if it was out she would be safe temporarily. She didn’t want anyone else to touch the back of her neck, only Layan, and for that she had to take extreme measures.

He touched that area. He would guard it at all costs because she belonged to Layan. So without hesitation she took the pill and swallowed it.

Strangely nothing happened. Well, that was positive. So he thought no more and went back to the window and sure enough that person was still there and noticing that she was going to follow him he started to run.

-Don’t even think you’ll escape that fast,” she growled and launched herself from that height and ended up on the ground in her wolf form. Her bones crunched at the impact but she paid no attention.

This time she would not escape him.

So she closed her eyes and concentrated. The sensible thing to do was to use her father’s power. To move so fast that it was impossible to follow with her eyes, only that was a double-edged sword, and more so for her. She still remembered how she’d almost broken her nose and hadn’t had time to train it. Maybe now was a good time to start.

So she focused all her senses on the running wolf, noticing that it was moving fast, but it wouldn’t be like hers. And as soon as she opened her eyes she saw herself moving like the air and landing forcibly and using all the strength of her paws to stop in front of the wolf cutting it off.

It had only been a few seconds but they had moved far enough away from the castle so that they were not visible, but Priscilla was sure that if there was any irregularity, Layan’s guards would be there. And if the wolf appeared she could have her powers nullified and put him in danger.

-So you got me, beautiful,” the wolf straightened up and smiled.

Priscilla regained her human form and faced him while keeping her claws and fangs dormant. Her mother had taught her well how to defend herself in both forms and incredibly this was one of the most lethal.

-Antoin,” she growled, “No, Liam!

The man began to guffaw until he doubled over in his stomach.

-Stupid wolf, he said. You took your time, but I think you’re wrong again,” the wolf raised his eyebrows with a disfigured grimace on his face, “Yes, I’m Liam, but I’m not really here,” he bared his fangs.

Priscilla frowned.

-What the hell are you…?

-Why are you talking to me like that, beautiful,” Liam’s voice was now unseeing of the wolf, rather, his eyes had gone blank for the moment, “Are you upset because you failed again,” Liam was talking to her again in her head.

Priscilla’s eyes widened and she was petrified.

What was this? Was Antoin just a puppet too? So…?

-So you think this wolf’s little brother is my current vessel,” Antoin spoke again controlled by Liam, “No my beautiful wolf. I think you have to think a bit more but first I want to play a bit more with you,” he smiled.

And it was at that moment that Priscilla felt an immense pain in her stomach that made her fall to her knees on the floor and gasp so as not to scream. What was that? She looked up and Antoin looked down at her and knelt in front of her. He grabbed her hair and held her head up. Priscilla was in a cold sweat from the waves of pain that barely let her breathe.

Antoin…no Liam licked her cheek and that was more than Priscilla could resist. Her eyes went molten avocado and a flash of red echoed next to her and then a halo of fire went in the direction of the wolf who quickly turned away. The fire crashed into the fire and faded.

But it wasn’t fast enough to stop his feet from freezing when he looked down. Priscilla smiled sideways as she tried to get up, but she could barely move. Perhaps that was a consequence of the pill.

-You’re playing dirty my wolf,” Liam’s voice echoed in her mind again as Antoin’s body fell forward like a dummy, “I told you, I’m not in him, he’s just a dummy,” he laughed, “I told you, I’m closer than you think and yet you look so far away. You still have a lot to learn.

Something suddenly hit his head so hard that his body crashed to the ground. B***d soon soaked his gaze down his head. And his consciousness faded only allowing him to see that besides Antoin there was another pair of someone else’s legs.

There was an intense smell of b***d. Very strong and pungent, that stunned all her senses. The pain in her head was such that she could barely perceive whether she was awake or not. She cursed and ordered her body to react without much result.

She had been attacked from behind, but who had it been? It wasn’t the puppy, Antoin was just a puppet, then.

She whimpered and stirred, feeling something warm and wet against her. But not at all comforting. She snapped her eyes open.

Red, everything was red, her surroundings, her body, her hands.

She sat up abruptly, ignoring the strong throbbing that made her close her eyes for a second and feel her own warm b***d rushing to her temples. But what worried her most was the scene in front of her. She swallowed hard…

Antoin…lay next to her…dead.

And her body was covered in the wolf’s b***d. His hands, even with his claws out, were soaked in b***d. There was a huge, deep wound in the wolf’s chest and he wasn’t moving.

It was dead…it was dead…had she killed it?

No, she couldn’t have. She had been beaten, but then how did she explain that to the alpha who was arriving with his commander and at least five other guards. Because she was in the middle of the scene, with her claws out and the wolf’s b***d all over him.

Layan stopped dead in his tracks at that and looked from Priscilla to the body of the dead wolf. Her face was indecipherable. But she would not stay like that simply to be accused. She was convinced it wasn’t her. Even unconscious, her body wasn’t easy to control. If Layan didn’t believe her that meant he didn’t really trust her.

So she stood up despite the b***d on her body and looked at him seriously.

-I didn’t kill him,” her gaze met his.

There was a small laxity of time in which no one moved, no one spoke, no one breathed until….

-Priscilla, I told you not to leave the castle,” the alpha’s words were a direct stab to her chest. Layan sighed and walked past her, taking off his shirt and draping it over his shoulders, “Stay with Victore and don’t move, we’ll talk after this,” and knelt down to examine the corpse.

Priscilla turned her head slightly and looked at Layan. His face was a total block of ice. So he thought she had killed him, that was how he had looked at her. She wanted to snort in irony. Maybe she’d be accused of every murder in the pack.

Monster.

The word came to her mind again. Maybe they would be right.

She hadn’t been able to capture Liam, now everything was back to square one and she was standing next to a dead wolf and carrying his b***d on her.

-I didn’t kill him,” she repeated again with her gaze forward, but more to herself than to the others who dared not look at her. But she received no response.

It’s all right… she understood.

And the fabric of Layan’s shirt fell to the ground as Priscilla’s body vanished from there.