BLOOD CROWN: 009

She sat on her throne with an impious grin on her lips as the guards dragged a servant girl by the arms roughly into the throne room and threw her at her feet. 

“Please!” the servant pleaded with tears streaming down her face.

She got up from her throne and approached the servant with a malignant glint in her eyes. She stopped in front of her and squatted to her level. A queen didn't go down for anybody but this one, she was ready to make an exception.  

“You tried to poison me, servant?” She laughed; her voice echoed throughout the hall; her aura was felt by everyone. She held her hand out and a goblet of wine was placed on her palm. She held it to the servant's face. “I saved this just for you. Want to have a taste?” 

The servant shook her head in fear but a Queen didn't take no for an answer as she grabbed the servant's mouth forcibly and with a laugh, she dumped the liquid of poisoned wine in her mouth and made sure no drop touched the floor.

Feeling satisfied, she threw the goblet on the floor and stood back to her feet. “Enjoyed that?”

The servant held her throat and tried violently to cough out the wine. “You think you can get away with what you have done? I won't be the first to attempt your life nor will I be the last, you will burn in hell,”

Oh, she knew that and she was ready to send them all to hell. “I may be cold-hearted but you are naive. Hell, I've been there, and guess who is Queen there?” she smirks.

She had licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge she ever burned, she feared no hell for she tasted it and ruled it.

>>REALITY<<

Roxanne jerked awake with a startle and instantly, a cry of pain decamped her lips; her hand automatically went up to her head to put the pounding in her head to a halt but her beclouded vision immediately zoomed in on her surroundings, and quickly, the stabbing feeling in her head dematerialized and her vision cleared just as quickly.

The room was stylish, spacious, and a combination of ancient elements. It was a room Roxie was sure she would kill for if she was patient enough to give a shit because the next moment, Roxie was getting off the comfy bed and racing for the door but at that very moment, it opened and a girl walked in with a tray of food. She flashed a smile at Roxie as she entered the room.

“Have you been wake for long, you must be starving,”

Roxie felt like she could eat a horse but the grumbling of her stomach was the last thing on her mind. She faced the door as the girl went over to place the tray on the table. Roxie was almost out of the door but abruptly halted and a gasp absconded her as a man emerged from nowhere at the door frame. 

He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a muscular build, a beard with a stern, intimidating expression plastered on his face, and lastly, over his shoulder was a furry hood-like coat with fur trim. He looked majestic.

Roxie didn't realize when she took a step back into the room till they were both inside, from the corner of her eyes, Roxie saw one of her kidnappers; the handsome one with white hair.

“Let me go,” she verbalized. “I haven't hurt anyone and if it's money you fucking want, my parents can give you any amount. Just name it,” she gritted through her teeth while her mind screamed flight, and her brain cracked ways to escape her new cage that was too fine for its good. 

“I can have all the money in the world with just the snap of my finger.” The bulky man spoke assertively and held his hand behind him, standing with an air of authority around him.

“Then why did you bring me here? To kill me, sell my vital organs, or turn me into a sex slave?” 

A look of amusement passed his face. “We only did you a favor by bringing you back home,” he continued in his bold tone, and if Roxie didn't think he was crazy before, he was now.

She let out a humorless laugh. “Home?” why was her life so fucking miserable?

“Yes. This is your home. This is where you should have grown up if the attack hadn't happened many years ago,”

Roxie shook her head. “You have the wrong person,” 

“I believe not. Many years ago, you were born into our pack but a few days after your birth, we encountered a rogue attack that took the life of your father and your mother was able to save you but still lost her life,”

Roxie's mouth hit the floor. She had never heard so much rubbish in her entire life. What was a pack, rogue attack, and her parents? What the hell? “First of all, I don't know or care what freak show is going on here but believe me you have the wrong person. My parents are very much alive,” fuck, Roxie could feel the pound in her head returning in a hammering force. What the hell was with these people?! Was there a camera filming this or what?

“The McKennas are not your biological parents or your family. You were just a child they picked from the woods. You should accept your fate now,” the man took a step forward, Roxie didn't realize when she took a step back.

Something about him was unnerving, ominous and it surged through her veins. She hated the feeling and didn't want to be anywhere close to him.

The look in his eyes took a swift change like he was enjoying the look of flabbergast cemented on her face.  “You are a werewolf, just like us,” 

Roxie almost thought her ears were failing her because they were what now? How old did they think she was, five? Roxie didn't stop the rumble of laughter that started from her chest and exploded from her mouth. However, when her laugh began to die down, the stern expression on the man's face did not change, nor did the look in his eyes.

Shit! He was serious! Roxie's throat went wizened and suddenly, she was finding ways to escape. She had heard enough bullshit. Just as the thought crossed her mind, she didn't think twice about it as she ran over to the tray of food and grabbed the knife while her other hand grabbed the girl and held the knife at her throat.

“Let me go now or I will cut her bloody throat open. I swear I will do it!” She gritted while trying hard to keep her hand and voice from trembling and stared back at the man with stern determination, however, he remained unmoved, even the handsome one remained in his position, uncaring. Roxie felt insulted. Did they think she couldn't do shit when her life depended on it?!

Slowly, his lips curved into a delinquent smirk. “Feisty. Fit to be my champion and the Luna Queen,” he took a threatening and authoritative step forward and a look of intent occupied his dark brown eyes. “You don't have a choice princess and from now on, any wrong move you make costs the lives of your human family. They will pay the price of your stubbornness,”

Roxie's eyes dilated at what he meant. “You wouldn't dare touch them,”

He smirked. “I can do a lot more damage than you think, Princess. The cards are now yours to play. Choose wisely,”