Alpha Alec’s Redemption - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

I internally growled when I remembered that he’d tried raising the issue, and I’d dismissed him because I didn’t want to believe that there was a possibility that Eunice wasn’t the one.
“What are you saying, Shaun?” Matt asked him with worry in his eyes.
“I’m saying that I don’t think Eunice is the one who was meant to save this pack. I think the rejection was part of the goddess’ plan because Alpha Gabriel wasn’t meant to be with Eunice. I think that Selene designed him a second chance mate, and whoever she is, she’s the one meant to break the curse.”
Fuck. I don’t know whether to be pissed off or hopeful. This new information has just pushed us back to square one but, at the same time, it has brought hope with it.
Question is, will I be able to give my second chance mate my heart when Eunice completely has it?
Anonymous POV
I walked through the hallway of my dark castle, a smile on my face. Everything was going according to plan. Everything was going my way, and I couldn’t help but be happy.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been happy. A long time since I’ve been this excited about anything. I can’t wait for everything to unfold and for every piece to fall into place.
It was so easy to destroy what my mother had planned. So easy to get in the way of the fate she had in store for them.
I won’t lie; I thought it would be hard. After all, my mother had planned everything from the beginning. She had set up measures to ensure that her will would be carried out. I thought it would take more to ruin that, but it was as easy as stealing candy from a child.
A laugh escaped my mouth, and it’s cold even to my own ears. This is what she did to me. This is what taking what’s mine turned me into. Someone heartless and cold. If only she had let me be. If only she had accepted my choice, then I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t be this cold, and I wouldn’t be trying my hardest to destroy my own sister.
Ah, my sister. My mother’s pride and joy. My mother’s last hope. She was always the perfect, dutiful daughter. The one who did everything Mother wanted without questioning. She was basically the goody-two shoes. Always obedient, always doing what’s right, always responsible, never having a spine, and, as always, weak, because she depended on mommy dearest to do things for her.
There was a time when I loved her. We were twins, but I was the oldest by a couple of minutes. She was my baby sister, but now I hated her just as much as I hated our mother. She proved how weak she was by siding with our mother instead of me. She, just like Mother, is now on my shit list. I’ll destroy her. I’ll destroy her life, and then, when I’m done, I’ll destroy our mother.
I balled my fist as the familiar anger washed over me. I wanted to dance in their misery. I wanted to see them beaten, weakened, and destroyed. I wanted them to suffer, as I have for the past few centuries. I’ve been stewing on my revenge for decades, and now is the time to execute it. I won’t stop until I have what I want, and my so-called family is nothing but a bitter memory in the back of my mind.
Resuming my walk, I imagine what I’ll feel when both of them are on their knees, begging me to spare them. Of course, I won’t, but just having them on their knees will be satisfying.
I walked towards a set of magnificent doors with snakes carved into them. Upon opening them, I’m greeted by two thrones. One black, one red. I walked towards the red one, then sat down once I got to it. Turning, I stared at the one next to me. My heart aches seeing it empty; he should be here with me. Ruling by my side.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when my door opened and my second in command walked in. He comes towards me and then kneels down before my throne.
“My Queen,” he bowed in respect.
“Rise”