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ELARA

Alistair Roux.

The Alpha Prince.

My childhood best friend.

Alistair represented everything I loathed. To me, he was the villain of my story, my life.

“We had a promise, Roux,” my lips finally moved. “You said you were never going to step foot in Ashveil pack again.”

Alistair cocked his head slightly, “Aren’t you asking for ridiculously too much? If I leave Ashveil pack, who would rule it?”

I gritted my teeth. “That’s none of my business. We had a promise and you broke your part.”

“Well, I figured you would have forgotten all about it. We were kids, promises were unavoidable,” he shrugged.

Anger pulsed in my chest, running through my veins, every single part of my body. Yet, he didn’t look away. The time he spent outside had wonderfully helped him get his shit together, I see.

“What did I tell you?” My voice lowered with dangerous intensity, “If you ever stepped foot in front of me, I’ll kill you.”

My fingers moved faster than my lips. I pressed the end of my pen once and went for his neck.

“Elara!”

Alistair’s hand grabbed my wrist seconds before I could stab the pen in his neck.

“Were you truly aiming for my neck?” His eyes narrowed.

“I told you, Roux, I don’t play with promises,” I replied.

“Stop it,” Alexander walked towards us, hitting our hands apart. “Are you guys kids? You are Alpha Prince, you are the beta’s daughter—“

“Former beta,” I cut him off. “Dead beta.”

“That doesn’t matter to me, dead or alive. Your father’s legacy lives on. If you don’t at least regard that, remember you are a prefect at this school. What are you teaching the younger ones who are looking up to you, Elara?”

My eyes moved around the class. The students were all staring at us, shock evident on their faces.A few of the junior students from the Academy stood at the window and I just realized how bad our short but intense argument had become.

“Be grateful, Roux,” I picked my pen from the floor and walked to my seat, shoving my things into my bag.

I walked towards the door, but then I halted, turning back.

“My present, Miss Claire,” I stretched my hand.

“Well…” she stared between both of us. “I don’t know how to do this—“

“He doesn’t need it,” I glanced at Alistair, “afterall, he is the alpha Prince and things like this don’t matter to him...right?”

I grabbed the gift from the locker and walked out of class.

“Hey, we are meant to share that gift—“

“Alistair!” Alex cut him off.

“What?!”

Kris followed after me. “I tried to tell you—“

“But you didn’t, Kris. You didn’t,” I cut her off.

“You didn’t let me finish. Besides, I mentioned it last week, and you told me it was totally impossible for him to return.”

I halted, turning to look at her. “Alistair has been here since last week?”

“No.”

My eyes narrowed. “Tell me the truth, Kris.”

“No,” she said firmly. “I heard Alex talking about it in the library. He came back yesterday.”

“He was never supposed to return, but he did and still appeared at school, is he trying to get on my nerves?”

“If you know he’s trying to get on your nerves, why must you give in?” Kris asked.

“Because that’s my goal. It doesn’t matter where Alistair is, the moment I set my eyes on him, I’m going to kill him,” I gritted my teeth, walking away.

“Where are you going?” Kris asked from behind me.

“The training room,” I shot.

Practice made perfect, not just imagination. If Alistair lived in my imaginations, then he’d be dead by now. Up there, I knew a thousand unrealistic ways to kill him without anyone finding his body.

I threw my bag on the floor, kept my glasses carefully before grabbing a sword from the wall.

I had barely trained for ten minutes when the door to the training room opened. I didn’t care to turn, instead, I stretched my sword at him the moment he was three steps away from me.

“One more move, Roux, and I will cut off your head,” I warned.

“You are so aggressive,” he clicked his tongue. “I don’t remember you being this way.”

“I don’t remember you at all,” I replied.

“It seems so. You keep calling me Roux instead of my name. Have you forgotten it?”

“Yes, I forgot. Care to remind me? It might be an opportunity for me to cut off your tongue?” My fingers tightened against the sword.

Alistair’s eyes moved between me and the sword, before he took a step closer. I stepped backwards.

“What are you doing?” I raised my brows.

“Kill me,” he stepped closer again, “if that’s what it would take to appease you.”

“Are you truly here to appease me?” I asked.

His lips curved into a slight smirk. “No. I was just testing to see if you would truly kill me.”

Anger flashed through my eyes as I stepped forward and pushed the sword into his chest.

He didn’t move, his hands simply fisted beside him, a twisted expression on his face. Blood escaped from his chest, soiling the perfect black and white uniform.

His hand moved and he held the sword tightly as blood escaped from his hand. A chuckle escaped from his lips.

“Y…you are furious, Elara,” he muttered.

“I told you, don’t mess with me,” I pulled the sword out of him, dropping it on the floor. “You should be grateful I didn't push it enough to stab your heart,” I walked towards the door.

“That’s your mistake, sweetheart,” he said, making me halt. “I didn’t say if you could stab me, I said if you could kill me. You should have pushed it deep enough.”

My hands fisted by my sides. “Next time, Roux. That’ll be your death day.” I swore, walking out of the training room.