Slay My Soul
Chapter 16 Eve

Mikyda has to portal us back since we have no clothes. (Shouldn't have let the vines shred them. Ooops!!) Except the little shit portals us into the lounge of the pack house instead of the bedroom, leaving me to do the walk of shame up the stairs, while his brother loses his shit at Mikyda for getting his dick wet while his own is still dry.

I can hear the front door open and close over the sound of Mikyda's laughing and Acassus's yelling and stifle a giggle as I pull on fresh clothes. I feel sorry for whichever mate has walked into that. I hear footsteps on the stairs, light ones, obviously, they are avoiding the brothers. I pull on my combat boots (or shit kickers as Darius calls them) and swiftly lace them up. There is a tentative knock at the door. Ok, maybe Carino or Max? They were still too hesitant to walk in without warning. I sigh and throw the door open, only to have my jaw drop in disbelief.

"Bestie!" Magda shrieks excitedly, throwing her arms around me. "It's been forever since I saw you! I was so sorry to hear about Reece sweetie. How are you doing?" She kisses my cheek while I stand stunned, wondering what twilight zone I've wandered into. Magda is here. The Magda. Magda who had led Reece into a trap. She had betrayed his trust and all of our trust too. Reece's death was on her head. I shake with rage and excitement. Magda has delivered herself to me on a silver platter for punishment. How delightful and generous of her. I don't know why she's here, but surely she knows she won't be leaving here alive?

Magda takes my shaking as grief and coos soothingly, as she rubs my back. A sinister grin stretches across my face as I reach up and stroke her hair, before grabbing a fistful and swinging her face first into the door frame. To my delight, she is so caught off guard that she doesn't even get to put her hands up. Her face hits with a satisfying thunk before she ricochets off and hits the back of her head on the opposite side of the door frame.

"What the fuck Eve!" She shrieks, as though shocked. Was this bitch for real?

"Sorry bestie, I just slipped. Oops!" I shrug.

"Oh," she says, looking at me confused. "No harm done." I wait for her to gain her footing, smirking at the blood pouring down her face. As soon as she is stable I punch her full force in the abdomen and bring my knee up to greet her face, as she tries to bend and clutch her stomach.

"Oh my God Magda, I am so very sorry. It was a nervous twitch," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Eve," Magda whimpers. "Something tells me you are upset with me. I'm sure we can talk about it," she offers tentatively. It dawns on me she literally has no idea why I'm angry.

"Yes let's talk Magda," I purr. "Let's talk about how you portalled the love of my life, my mate, as well as my father, into a trap." I hit her with a left hook. "Let's talk about how you left them to die." I throw a right hook. "Let's talk about how you killed my Reece, you fucking backstabbing bitch!" I roar and throw a brutal uppercut, knocking her back into the hallway.

"Eve, you don't understand, it was what my King wanted he-"

"Your King is dead, you fucking piece of shit! You betrayed us for a dead, fat, lazy asshole!" I say, kicking her knee out. Magda scowls back at me.

"Eve, don't say that about my love-" A growl sounds in the doorway. I throw my hand out.

"Get the fuck back downstairs!" I snarl. " This bitch is mine!" I will be damned if my mates are going to take away my revenge and fun. I kick out her other leg and drag her toward the stairs, where the Fae brothers wait. They are in my way. Bypass time.

I heft her up and throw her over the edge of the banister before leaping over and down, landing beside her. The idiot is trying to drag herself to the door now, whimpering. "Uh uh Magda, don't go yet. I thought we might have a girl's night, do each other's nails and shit."

"Really?" She asks hopefully. This woman is officially crazy. Anyone else would be able to sense their looming death but apparently not her. In her warped world, we are still the best of friends. She has no remorse for what she has done, nor does she understand that I am not okay with her choices and actions.

"No!" I scoff. I turn her onto her back, straddling her. Then, palming a knife from my thigh sheath, I plunge it into her shoulder, pinning her to the wooden floor beneath, relishing the scream she lets loose. I palm another knife and mirror the same treatment to the still-free shoulder. "You are the reason my mate is dead. Eye for an eye Magda. They took one of his eyes from him, did you know? One of his beautiful blue eyes. Missing from his beautiful face." I clutch another knife and bring it to her face, sinking the tip into her eye, on the same side my Reece had his removed. She screams and thrashes as it gushes fluid. With a twist and a yank, it tears free. I laugh, flicking it off my knife. I'll replace it and dispose of it later.

"Eve," Magda rasps. "You have a ton of mates left. One loss is not the end for you. You'll be ok." The fuck I will! Reece was not disposable, or a toy I put aside when I was bored.

"He mattered! He can't just be replaced. My men are individuals and they are all mine. I love each and every one of them and you stole one from me. You stole a piece of my soul! You stole his life," I scream, punching her to punctuate each word. She spits blood.

"You're supposed to have ten mates Eve, one less won't kill you, you're just being greedy," she gasps. I'm greedy alright, greedy for her blood on my hands, her death on my conscious. Red takes over my vision and I hit her over and over again as she screams. Things squelch beneath me and I grin. I laugh and laugh. The screaming has stopped but I feel my claws elongate and I laugh harder as I let them shred and tear to their heart's content. I'm not done yet. Finally, there is nothing left to tear. I flop down in the sticky blood and guts surrounding me and make a bloody snow angel as the red haze lifts.

Best present ever! I sigh happily, glad to have worked off my anger. I feel like a weight has lifted from my shoulders. Relaxed. Peaceful. A throat clears and I frown at my peace being disturbed. I open my eyes and sit up facing the open front door, where Darius stands, confused.

"Kitten? Whose blood are you wearing?" He asks.

"Magda came to visit," I chirp. "She heard about Reece and wanted to know if I was ok. She was great. Helped me work through a lot of my grief and anger issues, as all good best friends should." A grin lights up my brooding alpha's face.

"I'm guessing Magda has also atoned for her sins," he says, laughing.

"I think she's learned her lesson and won't do it again," I say, nodding solemnly. Darius starts laughing, deep belly laughs. He offers me a hand up and kisses me passionately, before resting his forehead against mine.

"Fuck I love you," he whispers. "I wish you had saved me some therapy time though. We could have tag teamed." Oh, I liked the sound of that. He's got me a bit hot and flustered.

"Well I'm done now, you can have at it," I offer. He snorts.

"Did you ever watch the walking dead series?" He asks.

"Oh my gosh yes!" I squeal excitedly.

"Do you remember when Negan took out Glenn with the baseball bat?" Darius continues.

"Yes," I pout. "He was my favorite. I nearly stopped watching after that but there was still Daryl to perve at, so I stayed."

"Did you see the mince jokes? And they said it was a Glen action figure!" He asks, and I nod. "Kitten you may have finished with Magda but I'm sorry, I can't play. There's nothing left. This is a Glen action figure, the deluxe edition."

"Ha! Really? Fuck you Negan!" I crow, fist-pumping the air. "I'm badass!" I swing around and look. Oh. Oh, oops. It's a massacre. It's a mess. I'm never going to get the blood out of the upholstery. My mates and my dad are fanned out around the lounge. Most look proud, some a little shocked, and Ly is definitely looking a little green. "Shit, sorry about the mess. I got a little carried away," I apologize meekly.

"You got a body cleanup thingy in your arsenal?" Sirus asks Carino cheerily. Carino grins and nods. "See, no problem kiddo, go get cleaned up and we will start prepping dinner." He waves me away with a laugh. Darius picks me up, kissing the top of my head.

"Shower time Kitten," he says. He lumbers up the steps with me, his hard-on poking my hip.

One shower and multiple orgasms later, I come down fresh as a daisy. Thoroughly fucked and sated. The house is clean and dinner is on the table. I eat, engage in conversation and we debate starting a walking dead marathon, now that Darius has reminded me of it. We decide not to, in the end, in case an attack starts in the middle of the good scenes and ruins the flow. So I go out for my nightly cigarette with Luka, have a brief makeout session with him, and then we all puppy pile into the lounge on the mattresses. I fall asleep sprawled on my Hulk with my Dragon pressed against me.

For the first time since Reece has been taken from me, I feel some semblance of true happiness, and I owe it all to my best friend.