Chapter Hundred-and-Forty-Four
**Third Person POV**
“I am fed up with you questioning my authority. I could kill you both right now. I could end your lives. Are you not scared? I am freaking Alpha George and guess what I am so powerful…”
“Go ahead and do it then; put us out of our misery and kill us now,” returned Irvette. She was surprised to hear herself say this but her father hitting her had woken up something within her. All of a sudden all of this was no longer worth it. Her father had become some manic drunk with power.
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Irvette looked down on the crystal clear water beneath her. She could not believe that her father had used her younger sisters to blackmail her. How could he have done that? They were his daughters, right? It was becoming increasingly difficult to think that George was her biological father. She had killed her mother and although she had tried everything she knew to block out the pain she had been unable to.
So how could George be so comfortable with all this?
“They say if your tears drop in the ocean, you make a wish and it will be granted,” Irvette turned around to see Emily standing behind her. She was a bit stunned. She had not envisaged that the cold princess would be leaving the underworld.
“I don't believe in superstitions,” Irvette replied, but it sounded like a joke. She did not believe in superstitions and yet she had helped her father this far? She shook her head; she had to quit calling him father. From now on he was going to remain George to her; just George. And the only reason she was going to keep at this madness was so that he would not hurt her sisters. That was the only leverage he had against her now; her sisters.
“Me too but if you think about it, isn't the very fact of our existence a superstition?” Emily asked with a kind smile.
“It is, isn't it? We are werewolves. We have wolves living inside of us,” returned Irvette with a harsh laugh. Her wolf, Kendra, had not spoken to her in a very long time. Sometimes, she worried that Kendra had died within her.
“Your wolf… she looks hurt,” Emily said in a soft voice.
“My wolf? You… you can see my wolf?” quipped Irvette.
“Yes, I am something of a superstition myself. I am what many people call the cold princess… I can see things most people can't,” Emily had a warm smile on her face.
Irvette said nothing. She wondered if the princess knew her. If she knew who she really was and all the horrible things she had done. She wondered if the cold princess could recognise her now that she did not have her disguise on.
“We have met before, yes?” quipped Emily. She was not going to pretend that she did not know Irvette. She could remember her even though she was not putting on her black garb now.
“Uh..uh,” Irvette was a bit startled. She had expected Emily to pretend that this was their first time meeting or rather hoped that she could not recognise her.
“I think we met at the bar. You were all draped in black. Were you able to find the answers you were looking for?” asked Emily. Irvette was not certain if Emily was teasing her.
“Not really,” returned Irvette with a strained smile.
Emily gave a comforting smile and turned her back to leave but Irvette stopped her.
“I'm Princess Irvette.”
Her father had tasked her with making friends with the cold princess. He wanted to role her into his plans somehow. Irvette could not see how that would happen nor did she want the cold princess in the same hell that she was but she had to do what she had to do.
“I did say you are soft-spoken like a princess,” Emily remarked with a smile.
“That is…uhm. You must know what my father has done. Bad news spreads very fast,” returned Irvette. She did not believe the smile on Emily's face. It looked sincere but she felt like it was not genuine. Somewhere in the corner of her heart, she felt like the cold princess knew about the twins and she desperately hoped that Emily had been the one to kidnap them. She hoped that the twins were safe.
“Indeed it does. It must suck having a father who does not reflect your values,” this was a hard beating for Irvette's conscience. She hated her father but then she could not say that she was very different from him. She had killed her mother; she had kidnapped innocent twins and she had helped her father send a woman to the land of the dead. It was a sad truth but she reflected her father.
“I do not mean to pry but what about you? Do you reflect your father?” Irvette asked.
“My father is a very stubborn man and he's proud too; I take that from him but I choose to do very different things from him,” came Emily's reply.
“I see. It's about choice, isn't it? I could choose to do whatever,” Irvette said in a sad voice because she really did not think she had an option now. There was no going back at this point.
“Sometimes, it's not about choice. We do what we have to do. For instance, my father is gravely injured and I must take his throne or at least keep it until he's back on his feet,” Emily said.
“Gravely injured? I am so sorry,” returned Irvette like she cared while in reality, she was panicking a little. For all she knew, Emily could know who tried to kill King Napoleon. If Napoleon was still breathing he could expose George and that would expose her and if she was, then George would have no reason to spare her sisters.
“Thank you,” returned Emily looking into Irvette's eyes.
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