Capítulo 30: XXX
In the midst of her pain, she felt a pair of warm hands engulf her in an embrace.
"Shhh . . ." She heard a whisper in midst of her cry. That single sound had a relaxing effect on her.
It was like magic. All the guilt seemed to have vanished and her mind was focused on how warm the embrace felt and the male scent that filled her nose.
A large hand moved to her hair gently caressing it in slow motion.
It took her a minutes to finally figure out the situation she was in.
She was clearly in the embrace of man who she definitely knew nothing about.
She pushed him away when she had completely snapped back to reality.
She might not feel comfortable with the fact that she was very relaxed in the arms of a stranger but she had to give the person a lot of credit for the power that single sound he made had over her.
She was made to completely forget the lives that will be lost because of her.
Human or not, she felt sympathy which should not be considering how she was here to kill the Alpha and take the only protection they have and lead them all to their death.
Raising her head to see the face of the person who the soft voice and warm chest belonged to, she froze.
She subconsciously reached for the knife under the hooded cape she wore. She took a step backwards.
The way her heart raced and she felt like she was never going to do it was an indication that this was the right moment, right?
This might not be the moment when he was at his weakest but he was definitely alone in the middle of nowhere with her and her maid.
Her hand gripped the knife tightly as she looked into his inhuman reddish brown eyes.
The alpha watching the woman he spent centuries waiting for move away from him, he felt his heart ache.
She was his, she made him wait for so long yet she was trying to get away from him.
She was even more beautiful than the prophecy said she will be.
She was truly a goddess however her light was not as bright as the prophecy said it will be.
She has either lost her light or her light was locked away somewhere in her but she was definitely not suppressing herself.
The desire she saw burning in his eyes was something she could not help but feel confused about.
The strong magnetic feeling pushing her towards him was so strong but she remembered what she was doing in his kingdom.
She felt no killing intent from his gaze. He must be a pleasure deprived man to look at a total stranger in such a manner.
However, she could not help but admire his physical appearance.
He was way better looking than the man she saw in the painting her uncle showed her.
His reddish brown eyes were the same, including the crown of brown hair on his head.
He was tall just like her teacher said he will be as a werewolf. He had broad chest and from the casual cotton sleeveless shirt he wore, she could see his strong looking hands.
She knew the man before her was strong enough to snap her head off her neck and she could not help but feel fear.
She saw no weapon on him and that was the reason she pushed back her hesitation and took fast stride closing up the distance between them.
Holding the knife with shaky hands behind her, she knew that the moment she felt hesitant, was the perfect moment.
She was not sure about what she saw but thought she saw sadness somewhere in between the lust and desire she saw in his eyes towards her.
He was the reason she was forced to live as an orphan. If he dies, all the werewolves and supernatural dies along with him putting an end to their frivolity.
The alpha looking her her could easily guess what was on her mind. He might have not marked her yet or completely made her his but he could read her easily.
He made no attempt to stop her. He actually thought it was a good thing. It would have been worse if she met him later at night.
As she closed up the distance between them, she heard a chant at the back of her head reminding her of her mission and the memory of how her loved ones were killed, she knew she had no time to reconsider.
They never found the werewolves but if all the werewolves die, then her parents' murderers will die too.
With the distance between closed then completely and she was standing only few inches away from him, she locked up her hesitation.
Without a second thought, she drove the knife into his chest just where she knew his heart will be.
The moment she pulled out the knife from his chest, and had his blood splash on her face, she felt like she had lost everything.
She lived more than a decade with only the thought of vengeance on her mind.
She thought she will feel accomplished afterwards but an overwhelming sense of weakness simply took over her entire being.
As the king dropped to his knees before her while tightly pressing the wound on his chest, her legs felt so weak and she looked down at her hands stained with blood.
Her death was all that was left, right? She will not wait to get killed by the werewolves who will be very angry that she took the life of their king and alpha.
She will leave this world with a little more dignity by doing it herself.
She picked the knife that her weak hands had released and brought it to her neck with tears streaming down her cheeks.
The fulfillment she wanted from killing the alpha king as a hero of her people was a complete opposite of the feeling of emptiness and pain she felt.
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