Chapter Three-Hundred-and-Thirty
3rd Person POV
When he says that she remembered the dream.
She could see their faces now; Irvette's son standing there looking at her with his big eyes that were tinged with pity for her suffering but marked with hate for the pain she had caused him. Charlotte was there too; she had always hated the girl even as a child. She was not saying anything sassy but her eyes said it all, they told her she was happy to see her burn. She had seen the corners of Charlotte's lips curl into a smile. Her eyes were practically saying, I told you you'll burn bitch! I told you so! Then there was Reginald looking at her as though he was trying to analyse her; there was no pity there also. He was as cold as his bitchy sister. She could read in his eyes that he was trying to deduce if she was suffering enough for the things she had done to them. And it did not seem like it was enough. Every scream she released from her throat was not enough to appease Reginald's ears. His eyes told her, You got off easy bitch! Then there was Emily but her face morphed into Lady Tristan and the old woman's eyes were searching for her soul trying to pry it for remorse or repentance and finding none her eyes said, I hope you burn in hell, bitch!
Then there was Regina.
She only stared at her.
She could not read her eyes until…
Then there were those vampires—the king and his silly wife and their dumb son who only had eyes for Charlotte. All their faces morphed into Major Drieden and his eyes were telling her, You'll pay for what you did bitch! I'll see you in hell!
…until the very end when she called Aurora, Regina's eyes said, Don't think you got off easy! There's more hell to come after this!
“Stop! Stop! Make it stop!” screamed Euphrates.
Why was she seeing those things? Why was her nightmare playing before her very eyes?
She heard a click of a finger and it stopped. In front of her was the man who claimed to be Caephas’ twin.
“Don't you want to get your revenge?” His tone was sweet like honey but Euphrates did not miss the deadly undertone.
She remembered it now. The person who had asked her that question. It had been no other than Alpha George.
She had been running away from Dagen. He had caught her in the very act and had not spared any mercy as he had torn her lover into shreds right before her very eyes.
She had been running with only one destination in mind, to get as far away from Dagen as possible.
Then she met George.
He had one question for her.
“Don't you want to get your revenge?”
She had been reminded of Regina at that moment. Regina had been dragged to the palace in her tattered clothes and stinking body and yet the bitch had dared to look up and gaze at her man with those big pretty eyes. Her wolf had dared to call Dagen's wolf her mate. It had made no sense and she had vowed to make her life miserable. Her plan had backfired. Every plan had only drawn Dagen farther away and closer to Regina.
Then Regina had done the one thing she had been unable to do, conceive Dagen's child.
She had been furious and had hated her even more but Dagen only seemed to be warming up to Regina and slowly forgetting her.
“Do you want to get your revenge?” George had asked her the question the second time.
“I want that bitch to suffer like I have suffered,” was her response.
He then proceeds to kiss her.
“I will mark you my Luna when I take over the world,” he had promised her and she had believed him.
“What do you need me to do?” she had asked him.
“I will show you where her children are. Bring them to me,” he had been looking into her eyes but it felt like he had been staring at her very soul. There had been something intoxicating and hypnotizing about his words and his gaze but she had not resisted it, she had welcomed it.
He had given her directions to the house. His order had been crystal clear. Kill everyone in the house and bring the children to the port.
At that moment she felt a cramp. It was her bastard son and he was coming too early.
She gave birth to him and with blind hate she tore him to shreds. She was going to allow nothing to stop her revenge.
“Stop! Make it stop! There is no way that is me! I'm the Fae Queen, I would never do such horrible things!” screamed Euphrates. The load of memories were giving her a cruel headache, it felt like her head was all in flames.
“What horrible things? You were only trying to get even. She stole from you and you stole what was hers back,” said Caephas' twin with a smile.
She staggered backwards this time. She couldn't bear it anymore. She no longer found his tone irresistible, she had to fight this. She could not succumb to this.
Then she saw the maid serving her brother's dinner and she sent her away. Alone in the dining hall, she took a satchel from her purse and emptied its powdery deadly essence into her brother's favourite dish.
He had come into the dining hall and she had watched him eat the meal and had enjoyed as he choked afterwards from the poison but that one poison had not finished the job.
“I said stop it!”
“Why? You don't like who you truly are?”
“I am nothing like that!”
“Why did you burn those letters then?”
“What letters? I don't know what you speak of.”
“Do you really want to play the denial game with me?”
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