5: I would rather die

Ronnie’s POV

“Two hours?” Jessie blurted out. “What the heck are you supposed to do with two hours? I mean, that’s not even enough time to pack your clothes and handbags.”

Jessie kept on ranting. Her tone remained sharp as ever. She even looked more frustrated than I was in this weird-ass situation.

“So what do you intend to do now?” My mom asked, her expression was that of worry mixed with confusion.

Unfortunately, my brain seemed shut at this point, and it was almost like I could no longer reason. Nothing was just coming forth.

I just sighed and got up from the chair, heading towards the fridge to grab myself a cold bottle of water.

“Hmmm…” A mocking sound came from the corner of the room.

My eyes lifted to follow the sound.

Of course, it was one of them.

Despite the fact that the TV was on, I heard the sound of their mockery, and I knew it had nothing to do with what they were watching.

My eyes ran over my stepmother, who sat in the middle of the living room. Keisha sat by her, too. I have no idea why she is here, though. I mean, didn’t she just get married?

“I really can’t believe this is happening.” Jessie sighed, her hand wrapped around her.

I lifted the bottle to my mouth, letting the cold liquid go right down my throat. I just needed something cold, something to keep me from burning up.

“Don’t just stay quiet dear… tell me you’re going to do something about this. Please, Ronnie, tell me you won’t leave with him.” My mom’s continuous ranting got me stressed out. I set the bottle down in anger.

“What on earth do you think I can do to stop this madness from happening?”

“He is… The fucking Lycan King, Mom. Even your gaddem Alpha and the Elder tremble at his feet, so who the heck am I to oppose him?”

“The Ronnie I know always finds a way out of every mess,” Jessie added, her voice a little softer than before.

“Maybe not this time.” I said dismissively, making my way towards my room.

“The Lycan King is most likely making a mistake cause why on earth would he want someone like Ronnie?” Keisha said, sounding like she was speaking to her mom, but of course, I knew she intended for me to hear it too.

“Or maybe he just wants her as a breeder. I doubt she’ll even do well as one.”

The anger that I had been trying to hold in seemed to finally spill. And before she could even add to the insults, I was in front of her. My hands landed heavily on her face.

Everyone looked at me with shock on their faces.

“How dare you lay your hands on me…” She stood up furiously, her hands lifted as she tried to hit me back.

I grabbed her hand mid-air and pushed her to sit back down with her mother.

“You probably thought I was joking the last time, right? Try me again, and I won’t hesitate to slap you one more time.”

“Ronnie!” Elizabeth growled.

“Don’t!” I snapped back. “If not for your daughter, I wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. She stole my spot as my father’s favourite, and as if that wasn’t enough, she seduced my mate!”

“It’s not my fault you can’t please a man.” Keisha lashed back, still holding onto her hurting cheek. “I’m sure the Lycan King will return you before the week is over.”

I lunged towards her again, but before I could hit her, I could feel two heavy hands holding me back.

“Let me go, I need to teach this bitch a lesson!”

“Just let them go, they’re not worth it.” My mother said as she struggled to hold me back.

When she had finally gotten me a little away from where Keisha and her mom were, she released her grip on me. “From now henceforth. You two, stay the fuck out of my business.”

“That would be my last warning to you.”

With that, I stormed towards my room.

“Finally, Ronnie… You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to put that brat in her place.” Jessie said behind me, her voice filled with excitement.

As soon as I got into the room, I collapsed into my bed.

“How many minutes left?” I asked, looking at the ceiling.

“About thirty-five minutes left.”

I closed my eyes.

Should I just wait for fate to play me dirty the second time, or should I…

The banging of the door got me flying up from the bed.

Jessie stood frozen, eyes fixed on the door.

The banging came from the main door, and it didn’t stop for a while. Then suddenly, silence followed.

“Could it be him?” Jessie whispered.

“Shuuuu…” I said to her, placing a finger on my lips.

“Where is Ronnie?” His voice rang through the house

“That’s unmistakably Elisha’s voice. Could it be that he escorted the King to get me?”

 Jessie’s eyes flicked to me. “I’ll check…” She said, already heading for the door.

“What are you doing here?” I heard Jessie confront him from the living room.

“Move out of my way, I’m here for Ronnie!”

“But baby, what do you need her for?” I heard Keisha say in the background

“Move!” He yelled, his hurried footsteps getting louder.

Where do I hide myself now? I thought, my eyes scanning the whole room.

I knew hiding was a waste cause of course, he could smell me. But nevertheless, I quickly fit myself into my wardrobe.

“Ronnie!”

“Where are you going? You’re not allowed in here.”

“I can obviously smell you in there. Come out and don’t waste my time!” He said, his tone filled with impatience.

I could finally hear his footsteps in the room, as well as the voices of my mom and Jessie as they tried to divert his attention.

Without even giving me a time to breathe, the door of the wardrobe fell open.

“Wardrobe… Really?” He shook his head.

He yanked me out recklessly.

“What the heck is wrong with you?” I yelled at him while trying to shake his hand off me.

“You’re coming with me!” Elisha growled, already pulling me with him without my permission.

“Of course, you sold me to the King,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“So tell me… How much did you sell me for?”

He paused, looking me dead in the eyes. “I would rather die than see you with another man.”