I WANT TO BREAK YOU

ZADE

I settle my eyes on the girl who is giving me the cold shoulder like she has any right to ignore my presence.

So, my mom died and then my father found another woman immediately after. There is nothing wrong with having to fuck another, but to marry the said woman, to mate her and claim her, months after my mom’s death? That’s downright cruel.

 To make it worse, he invited the whore and the daughter to my house. The home my mom has decorated and made it ours. The home she grew up in. Then she redecorated. The last time I went there, I couldn’t even recognize anything. All the memories, any trace of my mother is gone and what’s left of our family … is nothing. All gone.

So yes, I hate them. They have taken my family away. I hate my father as well. How could he do this to my mom?

I hate him and his new family. I hate them all.

If I hate them and I want nothing to do with them, then they should stay in their space and I will stay in mine. The contact should be as minimal as possible. But then she comes and infiltrates my own space too.

She wants to be here too. She is determined that there is nothing that will be mine, she will make sure she has everything. It’s not enough that they have overturned my whole life. It’s not enough that everything is not like it used to be. To make matters worse, now I am mated to her.

I am not okay. I have been confused before and I found a way to solve it. But you know what? I have never been this misplaced before.

Why her? Of all the people in the world, why her? Why does it have to be the one person I hate?

And now I have a class with her. She is going to be in my life, in my face … there is no escaping this. Doesn’t mean that I am going to just accept it. I am going to torture her, I am going to make sure she feels as much pain as I feel inside. I am not going to be the only one suffering. She has to know the pain and suffering I am all too familiar with too.

I hate that I can’t find anything about her. Sure, she went to human schools, that’s why she has that scent, almost of a rogue despite being in the pack for a year.

She never mingles, she is looking at us like we are all beneath us. She has even declared in front of the whole class that she is not a parker but a silvers.

I suppose her father’s name is Silvers. She looks like her name too. White hair- even though it’s so obvious she has been dyeing it black- pale features and overall looking the ice queen look. But she is beautiful, and that annoys me.

My wolf has chosen her. If it is going for looks, sure. She looks ethereal but should know better to be entranced by her beauty. My father was caught in those claws and now he is a fool in love, abandoned his family, and given all he has to the whore.

I have done my research on her ever since her presence overturned my relationship with my father. She went to human schools, always kept a low profile, and never did anything out of the ordinary.

I have always wondered why a full-grown wolf went to a human school, a boarding school at that but now it’s clear as day. I am mated to her and that means I can feel things others can’t feel. Things she might not want others to know.

The fact that she doesn’t have a wolf, but she had it before. I can feel her wolf. It's sleeping, not showing any signs of being awake any time soon.

I hate that I am now privy to her secrets like that delights me. Why? Because now I know where to press and hurt.

I am determined to make her suffer like I have been for three years. I am not going to be alone in this. Her presence dragged me to the pits of hell. I am bringing her down there with me. I am going to make sure she knows loss, pain, and suffering.

Not one time will she be peaceful in this academy.

Livie is furious at me. Like I had a say in the goddamn matter. I love my girlfriend. We have been together since we could talk and walk. We have been betrothed and promised to each other for fuck’s sake.

The blow of her not being my mate is wrecking her. It was a done deal. I know I should be more empathetic towards her. But I am tired. I am exhausted mentally and physically.

From her crying the whole night because I couldn’t get it up and satisfy her, console her to now the girl who has ruined my life shackled up to me, stuck to me like a leech, I can only take so much.

When did my life get this fucking messy?

Everyone sees me and admires my life. They all wish to be the future alpha king. What they don’t know is the fact that I have to triple my achievements to be worthy of the title and position. I have to be stronger, more vicious, and a cold-hearted alpha to be a leader of the bloody legacies.

Being a legacy is all we have known. It makes sense, being born royalty is what you know until you die. But one thing my father has taught me despite my mother’s complaints was I have to learn all the ways of life.

So yes, I might appear as a pampered prince, I might appear like I have been handed everything on a silver platter but I have to work and prove to be worthy of being the prince, the future king alpha.

So from the extra credit in school, and extra workouts to keeping up with the school affairs, feigning interest in truly pampered and spoilt royalties, and keeping my life in order above water, I am treading on my last thread.

I haven’t taken a single note since the class started, my eyes trained on the white-haired princess standing and taking notes.

She even has the guts to look graceful taking notes and concentrating while standing up.

I hate how composed she is. What makes her tick? What makes her shed that cold demeanor? That ‘I am better than everyone else compared’ look?

Just the thought is making me feel more awake. This must be the fun I have been craving for. My life has been dull lately and this girl presenting herself to me is the perfect distraction I need.

I am going to break her, put her back to pieces only to break her again.

A smirk curves on mu li mu lips. Ari Silvers has no idea what she has gotten herself into.