Alec’s

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I walk through the gates of my castle worn out, tired and completely pissed off. Someone had sent word that they had spotted my mother. That they were sure it was her.

This time I decided to go myself. After all, if it was her, I wanted to drag her here myself. I wanted to be the one to bring her here to face her punishment.

It was a complete bust, though. No one had seen a woman of her description. Either whoever gave us that information lied or they were also fed the wrong information. Either way, someone is going to pay for wasting my fucking time.

"Your highness," two of the guards at the gates bow to me as I pass. I don't say anything; just give them a brief nod before heading towards my castle.

It's been three days since I left. I hate that I've come back empty-handed. I hate that my so-called mother is still free somewhere out there. I want her to be here when I bring back Kaden. She will be a gift to him.

Hearing a ruckus in the common room, I head there. The last thing I need when I get back home from a disappointing journey is to deal with loud and rowdy hybrids.

I get closer and then stop at the door. There is a hybrid in the middle of the room who seems to be addressing the rest. I clench my fist completely pissed off. I want nothing but to rip his heart out, but I stop myself. First, I need to know who is supporting him before I do anything.

"Are we really going to let a weak stupid bitch treat us like her slaves?" he asks, his confidence pouring out of him in waves. "She is nothing but a werewolf and we are more. So much more. I say we should take her out and take over." "Yeah!" a few side with him, pumping up their fists in solidarity.

"She promised us revenge on those snotty packs, clans and covens that thought were better than us. She said we would bring them chaos and watch them burn, yet she has done nothing except sit her ass on that throne."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He doesn't have a lot of supporters, but isn't that how a rebellion starts? Ask humans about their God and the rebellion one of the angels started. It began with a whisper here and there, one angel, then two, and then finally there was a war in heaven.

He thinks I am weak because I am a woman. He should ask those who thought the same, but he can't because they are all dead.

I scan the room. Most of the hybrids ignore him; some are watching him, and there are those who are really listening, his supporters. Blake is at the far end of the room with a smirk on his face. As if feeling my gaze, he looks towards me, and his grin becomes wider. He knows it. He knows the idiot can't take me out. He'll be dead before he even tries.

"I say we take her out. She is nothing without her scepters. She is

powerless and weak." He pauses and then daughs like a maniac.

"She's beautiful though; it'll be a net

waste to end her life. Maybe if she begs nicely, I'll keep her and fet her have my cock, or I'll just fuck and end her all the same."

The last comment brings both mine and Xena's fury to the surface. No one, and I mean no one, disrespects me like that.

"Say that again; I didn't quite hear you," I growl, entering the common room.

He turns and gives me a condescending look. He doesn't seem afraid; instead, he is confident. He is underestimating me, and that will be his downfall.

He gives his followers a look, and they stand up. There are about ten of them. No worries though; none of them will exist after tonight.

"Look what we have here; it's the boss herself," he mocks, thinking he has the upper hand.

A different scene has probably played out in his head. One where he manages to kill me and the other hybrids see how strong he is; and they vow their allegiance and loyalty to him, and he becomes the new leader of the hybrids. "You messed with the wrong bitch," Xena snaps, showing through my eyes.