Chapter 8— Cruella ft. Alpha Psycho

Narthex: Is the part of the church used as a lobby before entering the main church.

DONATELA

I have never been this humiliated in my life. Back in the days at college, even though i used to be bullying subjects, one thing that never happened was — public humiliation which was grateful for.

Lydia took pictures of me under her feet and posted it to the school blog ahead of my resumption on Monday. The Donatela in me didn't burst out an spit on her face the moment she made me a living mannequin which I had called her.

Stupid and foolish Little Saint took me on, all I could do was let her bully me for insulting her and getting to taste the man she loved first.

Zion was the first person I saw the moment I got back home, hot and sweating as usual but this time no more panic, I simply passed him by like he was never there.

He didn't say anything, but I could tell he was staring at me as I go. I didn't fight it either. Donatela was a foolish daydreamer who would have been ogling the moment she saw Zion but no.

This was little saint. Whom God was punishing for being a slut by making her bully and rival a daughter of a rich man.

Mum texted to ask if I had gotten the dresses but I chose to ignore her. Nothing was right.

Reign warned me against being with any of his brother, but Knight and I were mates. He fought with Cahiah just for getting me in the pool with him, what else was going to happen?

The time was 3pm and no church services which made the big mansion nothing less than a cage.

Even if I wanted to sit back in my room and wallow away, the curious girl in me would never do that.

Lydia had just tarnished my public image that's her win. Sound and good mental health is what I need to tackle anything that may come my way.

Since when was I the girl who would cry in the room like a fool?

I strolled out of my room dressed like a little saint that everyone knew and walked towards the cathedral — the only place Lydia wouldn't be able to walk on me publicly and nothing foolish could happen even if I see any of the quadruplets.

Little Saint is the best identity to paint the perfectly bullied little saint and that would hurt Lydia's pride or even push her to post the video.

As I walked towards something, I figured something dangerous — Lydia loved Knight and the last thing she would want was exposing what he did with me.

Damn! Why haven't I thought of this all these while.

She even dyed her hair just to fit in the image of the woman he once loved. If anything, she wouldn't want anything to happen to him.

“Oh my world.” Sister Veronica ran to me the moment I stepped into the compound. “Little Saint, are you okay? I was really worried when you didn't come to the program yesterday…”

Pfft!

What a pretender. She called the Alpha and Mum because I didn't come to the church program and now she was worried about me?

“As you can see I'm doing well.” I snorted but continued walking so she would run after me.

If there's a punishment for everything, punishment for lusting for my stepbrothers, and punishment for being mates with two of them… then everyone around me deserves a punishment.

“Why are you walking so fast?” The woman groaned as she tried to keep up. “You're not usually this fast…”

“That's your punishment for pokenosing, sister.”

I'm done being a little saint. They all look like a girl that needs pity and care from people who need a mental asylum appointment.

I walked into the Narthex and took my seat. Sister Veronica finally caught up with me breathing heavily.

“Li…Little Saint.” She ran through her half breathes. “Why are you being cruel? What has gotten into you.”

I snapped off, shot her a deadly glance. “For your holy information, sister Veronica, My name is Donatela and I'm twenty two years old.”

She frowned. “What… are you talking about?”

I got up to her level. I felt nothing but a supremacy — the kind of supremacy Lydia had when she walked over me in the tailor shop.

Raising Veronica's thin jaw, I shook my head. “You're very good with information broadcasts, sister. And I respect you the most amongst other nuns around here…”

“So…” she was starting to get scared.

“So help me broadcast this like you told my mom and the Alpha that I skipped church program THAT! MY NAME IS DONATELA. Not Little Saint. And even if I'm a saint, I would prefer Dirty saint to ‘Little’”

“You…You are scaring me, Little…”she pulled away. “Sorry, sorry. I mean Dona. You're talking fearfully, what happened, child? Need help?”

I sat back and stared ahead towards the Jesus fountain. “Sister Veronica, if I need help, it will be to help me spread gossip. But right now is not the time. Keep the help coupon.”

“Alright, fine.”

She scurried away fearsomely and confusedly.

Good! That was the goal. Until a few hours ago I was confused about who I really was.

Perhaps I was always me.

“Cruella.” A deep low growl spoke beside me. “I love that energy.” The voice said again before I could turn my head in that direction.

Jesus! “Father Cahiah?”

He had a bible in his hand and sly glasses that made him look like those hot needs in an anime.

My heart took the first thump. Lord Jesus! Not today! Not now!!

Cahiah stopped forward and sat beside me. “You look delicious when you're fierce.”

“I…” I swallowed hard.

No.

I successfully walked off Zion without acting up. I must survive this.

“That nun was really intimidated.” He said again and looked at me. “You should keep that energy up.”

I smiled timidly. How I hate this kind of awkward situation where I had totally nothing to say.

Subconsciously, I looked around me cautiously. I don't know why I'm doing this but I looked around, like I'd sinned again.

What was I even looking out for? Lydia? Or Reign?

“Reign traveled for some pack business. You don't have to look around.” Cahiah invaded my thoughts.

I bit my lips. How did he even know I was just thinking of Reign?

But I nodded quickly. “Hun.. thanks for understanding, Father.”

He chuckled darkly in a way that triggered something in me. I looked up at his face…. Fuck it! He was really chuckling at me but the smile didn't reach his face.

Slowly, looking down, something was between me and him… I know this can't be the mate bond again!!

Fuckin nothing anymore!

Cahiah still hadn't looked down. I tried to reach it and touched the faint glow but he snapped his hand and ran it through his hair.

Then he looked at me. “You know… you can just call me Cahiah when we're alone. We're just two years older than you.”

Those eyes…. Cahiah knew something and he was bad at hiding it.

“Hun. I know.” I looked away. “But I can't just call you your name. It feels…”

“You know about our age?”

My chest snapped. “Em…I mean… I know I can call you by your name.”

This time Chaiah leaned over not chuckling anymore but grinning with deep wickedness. “Your bitch of a mother told you about our age, right?”

Bitch!? I was cornered, I couldn't shift aside from his creepy expressions.

And Lord save me, no one was around! Damn that gossiper Sister Veronica if she had walked around here to gossip as usual I might get away.

“You're not saying anything, Little Saint?” He slowly reached out, pulled my jaw, our lips almost touching. This would have set my heart in flames of obsession but no. My heart was beating furiously in alertness.

Getting away from this monster was what I wanted, not the usual urge.

But then… I was Donatela before I became Little Saint or the Cruella he called me. I forced a chuckle.

“My mom never told me anything about you guys.” And that was true because I found their ages during my days of wet dreams about them. “I accidentally just knew about your age and perhaps I know more…” I leaned closer, our lips now inches away.

Cahiah didn't deflect. “You really are a Cruella and perhaps… a slut who fucks priests with boldness.”

I lost my cue and broke the tension. How much did this blonde devil know!?

Cahiah casually flipped the bible open, concentrated like he was really reading it but he spoke slowly. “I saw how you got my brother on his knees to eat you out… little saint.”

“That is…”

“That is what?” He closed the bible looking at me like he was disgusted. "The same way your mother waltzed her way into my father's life and led him to making foolish decisions, you're here to distract us brothers too?”

What the heck…! He's accusing me now?

I got to my feet in haste and slight anger. “Why are you talking to me like this? It's not as if I forced them. The mate bond is the cause of all these and I don't know what's going on between Mum and your father.”

He got up after me but he was taller and I looked a little under him. “Exactly. The mate bond is the reason why you spied on us even knowing our ages and my real names, right?”

“What!?” They had other names? “But I didn't know that.”

Cahiah smiled quickly but harshly and raised his hand. “I reject this shitty mate bond. You can fuck the three of them once if you want. But remember one thing…”

Cahiah bent low, my chest drumming madly. Then he whispered eerily. “I will be your worst nightmare. Donatela. Cahiah is a priest, but Alpha August is psycho.”

I gasped.

“And a psycho can do anything to get rid of his enemies.”

That was all, he grabbed his bible tighter, adjusted his glasses and walked back into the church.