Rip Out My Womb

Morgan's POV

“W-who are you?” My voice came out in a stutter, terror overwhelming me.

He did that. He made Alma stop. He made MY own wolf, stop hurting me.

He settled deep into his seat, my throne, and he owned it, even more than I ever could.

“I already told you who I was, the pack I'm from, I just didn't tell you everything.”

“What do you mean? Explain everything to me.” I was just catching my breath from Alma's attack.

“You hurt people and go about your life. You don't even remember me.”

Gasps echoed, deeply unsettling as I raised my head up upon hearing his last sentence.

“What? Remember, you?”

“From the academy? Years ago?”

My frown deepened. I didn't like remembering that stupid school my parents took me to. It wasn't an academy at all. It was a place for delinquents.

“I d-don't recall.” I threw my face away, my heart pounding at where he could possibly be headed, hiding my trembling fingers.

“Why would you? The terrorist never remembers their victims.” His voice grew dangerously high, an internal tremor kept me in check.

“I never bullied anyone in high school.” I lied coolly. Apparently, he didn't share the same sentiment.

“Oh but you did. You bullied me.”

My head tilted as my eyes mildly went wide.

“How could I bully someone like you? You're talking nonsense–”

“Remember thin, boring Derrick?”

Derrick. That weird guy from the academy. Of course I remembered him. How could I ever forget those soulless, unnerving eyes that spilled into mine, any time I caught him staring from across the classroom?

“What about him—” I paused. I stopped myself.

Those eyes.

I felt a sudden prickle of cold sweat roll down my back as I faced Azriel again, and I locked eyes with the same, very eyes.

A sly smile curled up his lips, swallowing his eyes. A shudder rippled through me.

No way. I couldn't believe it. How?

“Very, very good. You remember.”

My mouth wouldn't utter words, no matter how hard I tried.

“Many nights, I've waited for you to be on your knees like this—”

“Azriel—”

“It wasn't hard for anyone to fall for you back then, even with all your sick qualities. My mistake was thinking I stood a chance, then. But you? You made me like this. You did this to me.”

A heavy weight settled in my chest as my lips parted, the memories flooding back.

Fuck.

“But how did you…how could you..”

His smile widened in a sickening way, like he held some secret I couldn't access.

I couldn't make sense of the mighty figure in front of me, and Derrick. The contrast was incredibly sharp.

Now, it all made sense.

“What do you want with me? Revenge? I will kill you with no mercy before you even get a fucking chance.” I scorned, my eyes blazing.

Gasps and whispers erupted from the crowd at my words.

“She never learns–”

“Such a conceited witch!”

If I could get my legs to cooperate, I would stand up and show him that I was no pushover, and I didn't give two shits about his anger.

He gave me a look that portrayed how unsurprised he was about my apathy to his concern.

“I'd like to see you try in that position.”

I burned with sudden need to lunge at him and scratch his face.

“Let's talk about what happens to you now. The pack wants your head. Isn't that right?”

He faced my own subjects, and they cheered and celebrated my downfall. Tears brimmed my eyelids again, but I pushed them all back.

“Yes, king! Kill her! Kill the evil queen!” They chanted.

As he smiled at the reception from them, something dark flickered through his eyes, and his jaw went taut, before he faced me again.

With his eyes boring into mine the whole time, he opened his mouth again.

“I don't think death suits her just yet, and my declaration stands.” Protests ensued, and I just remained there, weak, wishing I could kill them all.

The rage I felt from the betrayal was overpowering, and trying to contain it like this without expelling it was killing me inside instead.

“Guards! lead them all out!” Azriel suddenly thundered so hard, even my body shook. I saw the shock on their faces, and they absolutely didn't subscribe to the fear he just put on all of us. A weak smile found a way to my lips. Oh they are so fucked with him now.

His attention moved back to me, and we were now alone in the throne room.

“Now, come closer. Crawl or whatever. I don't care how you do it.”

I crawled.

I fucking went on all fours, and I crawled to him. How else could I reach his face to scratch and destroy it?

As I reached his feet, this crazy monster picked me up like I had not a single weight, and he dropped me on his laps and locked both my hands like he already knew of my intentions.

The now close proximity, the hard vibrations of his chest, were doing strange things to me, and I swallowed a hard lump when I felt him.

Hard, thick, under me. It poked me, and he knew I knew, he just didn't care. Our faces were inches apart, and I flinched when he touched mine and ran a hand through it.

“Look at you, all beaten up. Just what did you do to Alma? Hmm? Why does she hate you this much?”

My mouth twisted, and I winced in pain.

“Just kill me. You can touch my corpse as much as you'd like.” The urge to lean in and bite off a huge chunk of his face was tempting.

He forced me to look at him directly, his hand heavily on my chin.

“I can't let you die. Even a witch can be beautiful. Your type of beauty? It lacks reasoning. You're still so fucking beautiful, and I think I want beautiful pups.”

“What?”

“Being my breeder. That's your perfect punishment. You hate it, and it benefits me.”

My heart dropped to my stomach, and I pushed back. No.

“Say you're joking.” My breathing was labored, shock moving through me slowly.

“Are you going to be a good sub? I'll need you to stroke my cock the same way you stroked it last night. I'm also going to need you to suck–”

Bile gathered up my throat, my nerves going haywire.

“You disgusting thing–”

“Don't get it twisted, I still hate you to death.”

That stung.

“Don't act all modest now. You were all over me last night. I bet you wanted me to handle you on that bed.”

“You're so wrong.” Denial slapped me hard across the face.

His eyes dipped to my lips, and he leaned in and swiped his tongue over my lower lip.

Heat spread through me instantly, and I let out a low shocking moan, which terrified me.

My body did not just betray me.

His smile as he pulled away, destroyed me.

“Concubines here fall at my feet. How do you see being their leader? My special one?”

He was using all my words from yesterday against me. He wanted me to know exactly how it felt, and it fucking sucked.

I wore a bitter smile. Taking my entirety and offering me crumbs from it was beyond cruel.

“You will not humiliate me like that, Azriel. Instead of bearing your pups, I will rip out my womb myself.”

That unsettling smile returned, the type that knocked my socks off.

“That's why it has to be you, except, you want to die? I could just make Alma do it, now that you're weak and vulnerable.”

“Leave her alone.” I went low with warning. He wasn't fazed. He knew exactly what I meant, and I confirmed it then.

“Now you care about her?”

“I don't know how you're controlling her, but leave her alone and face me. Your biggest downfall would be letting me get back on my feet. I will make you regret this.”

His smile was charmingly wide as he pushed me off him.

“I'm going to have so much fun proving you wrong. Guards, take her to her new chambers.”

I was picked up and slowly taken out of his sight, this time more gently. Alma started to protest, crazily moving within me. I was too weak to beg her to behave as I succumbed to all the beatings. She was restless anyway, pulling me back.

“Mate. Mate. Mate.” She suddenly began to chant, desperate, and I hit a sharp pauss, realization settling right in my brain as I felt a pull that made me steal one last glance at Azriel.

He seemed to freeze the second our eyes locked.

No.

No.