The blood on my hands

Beatrice had always been mean to Mandy but I thought she would outgrow her hate for her but it seems I was in for a nasty surprise.It was as if, the more Mandy grew the more she hated her.Beatrice somehow enjoyed seeing Mandy in pain and she inflected if with every chance she got. That hurt me to the core but I could not protect Mandy always.

Every year Mandy grew up Beatrice's hate for her escalated. She made sure to mistreat her. She even set traps that would harm her. I wondered why and how she lived with herself but the only conclusion I came to was that I mated with an evil woman. Period.I could not get rid of her for some reason. I felt so strongly about her and she just felt right being with me.

She held the secret that Mandy was not my daughter and that she was in fact a hybrid.I had tried by all means to keep that under the rug and find a way to deal with it because had it gotten out to the elders, I would lose my seat as Alpha and even be killed along with my whole family.

They had not known of the rape issue as I had sworn the few pack guards to secrecy as Beatrice had requested. No one except the few guards knew of the issue. What they did not know was that Beatrice became pregnant for the damn wizard. Beatrice and I both had secrets to keep. She wanted to keep her rape a secret and I wanted to keep Mandy a secret.

I felt we both had a lot to lose should one secret come out,so her daily dose of threats to expose Mandy now served as a mere dose of daily drama, nothing more or less. She had no ground and she knew it. I thought matching towards where she sat looking mighty.

I settled for confronting and threatening her. She was not moved and I was disappointed. What kind of woman wasn't moved by the presence of the man that everyone feared. I thought. My mind settled for the mere reason she had shared a bed with me and had seen me at my weakest. She knew where to press to make me tick.

"You are so heartless" I said to her and she laughed so hard.

"And yet you married me" she responds boastfully.

"What you did to my daughter, you will never do again" I said in anger that was being aggravated by her attitude.

"She is not your daughter but mine and I will treat her however I think she deserves" she laughed in my face. It hurt.

At that point I lost my cool and slapped the taste of her mouth. She could not believe it and tried to slap me back. I blocked her hand and shoved her into a seat.I gave her a stern warning to never touch my daughter. I think she heard because she suddenly looked numb and did not move. She just sat there and looked into thin air with her cheek red from the slap.

I felt awful for having laid a hand on her but she had pushed my buttons. I justified my act but I did not feel any better.I left her in that state and returned to Mandy's bed side.

I found both my kids asleep on the bed. I sat and my thoughts took me back years ago,back to the day Beatrice came home and cried rape.She had looked broken when she told me.

Beatrice arrived home one day from God knows where with marks all over her body and claimed a wizard had attacked her and raped her. She knew where to find him and I beheaded him.

I still remember the agonizing cries of a full grown man begging for mercy. He had maintained his innocence but I heard nothing of it. I had looked him in the eye and slit his throat open first and watched the blood gush out of the open wound but he had looked Beatrice in the eyes and did not die.

" Whatever she said is not the truth" he had said crying out.

" you have the guts to rape my wife and accuse her of lying" I spit fire engulfed in rage.

" it is not true , I beg of you spare my life so I can vindicate myself " he pleaded with me

"You do not know the woman you married, " he cried out on his knees.

"She is not who she says she is" he said, sounding so sure of his accusation.

I wondered what he meant by that but my judgment overruled his accusation as a means to survive .I spit on the ground as a sign of disgust.

"The audacity to challenge me will cost you your life." I said angrily.

"No, no, no" he said, holding up his hands as I approached him and two guards held him down on his knees.

My eyes were burning red with anger and I wasn't about to show him any mercy. I brought my knife to his throat and slit his throat. He held onto his neck and tried to let out a scream. Nothing came out of it.Blood gushed out the wound and he looked at me in the eyes as if to say always remember this day.

He made utterances pointing his fingers to Beatrice. I heard nothing but for some odd reason Beatrice seemed to understand him and she looked at him in shock.

Beatrice requested for his head and said it would be the only way to know she was safe. I cut off his head with ease and delivered it to her on a silver platter.It was like I gave her the best present of all times.

She was so happy seeing the head it amazed me, but I had taken out the threat in her life and I was happy to give her assurance of her safety. I easily forgot how wicked she looked holding the head in her hands. My thoughts did a backflip and danced until I fell asleep.