You Rejected Me. Remember?

Calvin

All I could feel was rage. She has found her mate and what was worse? They have already marked each other. Which meant that they were bonded and it could overpower the spell that was dormant until the next b***d moon.

“Who told you that?” I snarled at the trembling rogue who seemed to muster up all the courage to face me.

“I… Aitee …. She… she is here…. She… she brought the news…”

A ferocious growl that erupted from my throat thundered in the lair, making them flinch. Aitee was a dark magician who lived in the woods, minding her own business. I had formed an alliance with her, just to defeat the royals. For some unknown reason to me, she was respected by the small population of the dark wizards who were scattered in the forest. Although they didn’t submit to anyone, I noticed that Aitee could command them.

So in a way, she was their leader, and angering her would be dangerous. Nonetheless, the news she had brought is infuriating. Not only had I lost the girl I wanted but it could drastically affect my perfect plan to take over the throne.

“I must break them apart!” I sneered, gritting my teeth.

There was no other way. I glanced at the one who brought the news to me. He was already whimpering in one corner of my office. I raised my eyebrows and wondered if he was really thinking that I would kill him just because he brought the news to me. I would kill them if they had betrayed me or had messed up my plans. Not because of something that wasn’t in their power. The sound of his pathetic whimpers was getting on my nerves.

Groaning in annoyance, I closed my eyes as I massaged my forehead. I needed to use my brain to think. I couldn’t afford to act on impulse and ruin everything. Years of hard work would then be wasted just for nothing.

It couldn’t go wrong. It shouldn’t. My plan was flawless. How could she meet her mate all of a sudden?

Aitee could be mistaken. I told myself, hoping that it was the case.

Frowning, I leaned in my seat, swiveling in the chair as I thought deeply over the matter. Before I faced the magician, I needed counsel.

“Kali,” I consulted my lycan. “What do you think?”

“She is a powerful dark magician. Maybe we should talk,” he responded.

Nodding my head in agreement, I glanced at the rogues who still seemed to be terrified by what I might do. I held back my urge to smirk.

I loved it when they feared me. It made me feel powerful.

Squinting at him, “where is Aitee?” I asked, trying my best to sound calm.

“She is in the lobby.”

“Bring her here,” I ordered.

They obliged at once. The clicking of heels told me that she was coming. Dealing with Aitee was always hard and troublesome. She was intimidating. There was something about her that I couldn’t lay my finger on and if I differed with her opinion, I feared that she might use her magic on me.

Anyway, to win this struggle, I needed her. She was the leader of the dark wizards and if I pissed her off, none of them would help me.

The door that wasn’t entirely closed, flung wide open. Her significant scent hit my nostrils and I knew it was time to receive her.

I stood up and straightened my body.

“Welcome, lady Aitee,” I greeted her. As usual, a conceited smirk was plastered on her thin lips. Her pale skin contrasted against her jet black hair and dark coloured clothes. Wearing all black seemed to be a thing among the dark wizards.

Aitee walked in confidently and sat in the seat in front of me without any hesitation.

“Well, are you gutted to find out that your little lover is no longer available?”

Her question irritated me, yet I had to be careful while conversing with her.

“Maybe they aren’t true mates…”

“Are you telling me that I am lying?” she cut me in.

“No, no. Not that… I… I just …”

“I don’t like to work with those who doubt my powers and abilities,” her statement was firm. Her demeanour suddenly changed. The annoying smirk was no more as she narrowed her eyes on me with a critical glare. The way she stared at me made me shudder.

“Sorry, Aitee. I would never question your capabilities,” I sighed, not wanting to forfeit her assistance. Besides, it was I who needed her help the most. I needed her help to complete my revenge against them.

Shifting in her seat, “good. Because I don’t like to stay in a place where I’m not appreciated,” she said, gaining my attention.

My lips parted as my forehead creased. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled, lowering my gaze and hating myself for being so vulnerable.

“We will get rid of this bítch as soon as we get what we want!” Kali growled in my head.

I couldn’t agree more with my lycan, yet, I would have to act normal. At least until I managed to squeeze all the help I could out of the black magicians during the great war we were preparing for.

“Well, what do you plan to do? They are marked and our magic cannot break a bond that is solidified. We might be able to block it temporarily, but once marked, there is no going back,” she stated.

“Of course it won’t,” I pursed my lips, twirling the little paperweight on my table. “But if he dies….”

I didn’t have a mate, but I knew a bond could be broken by rejection or if one of them dies.

Aitee’s lips stretched into a sly smirk, her cold eyes gazing deeply into mine.

“I like how you think,” she snickered. “I can make a vial that could put his lycan to sleep. If he can’t shift, you can finish him off sooner,” she mumbled.

A smile that matched the one on her face curled on my lips.

“That would be great. But how do I get him out of the Palace?”

She waved her hands as though it wasn’t an issue.

“I’ll take care of that,” she glanced at me and smirked. “I’ll bring him to you tomorrow night.”

Shocked at how fast she works, my lips parted. She was efficient, there was no doubt about that.

“Are you sure?” I asked, unable to believe her.

Raising her eyebrows, she gave me one glance that made me shut my mouth.

“Sorry. Of course, you will,” I hastily added, earning a little nod from her.

“Tomorrow night, be ready,” she mumbled as She stood up from her seat to leave.

Ever since I was exiled from the Lycan kingdom, I had vowed that I would avenge them. At that time, I didn’t know how. I just knew I would have to prepare an army that would be strong enough to defeat the Lycans. However, despite the rogue wolves joining me, we were small in number and honestly, weak. I was certain that they would wipe us off within a few moments.

I was slowly losing hope when I stumbled across Aitee in the depth of the forest. It was she who approached me. She offered to help me, and it was with the help of her loyal followers that we made the hideout and the laboratory. The partnership seemed to benefit us, more than it benefited them and whenever I asked her about it, she would simply say that she was wronged by the lycans several years ago so she wanted to get her vengeance. She never told me what had happened to her.

It was acceptable. Wanting to get revenge was a mutual feeling. After all, that was what I wanted too. However, the curiosity of her mysterious past was eating me alive.

I cleared my throat just as she was about to leave.

“Aitee,” my lips moved before I could reconsider asking her.

She glanced at me over her shoulder.

“What did the lycans do to you?” I paused for a while when she turned around to make eye contact with me. Her dark eyes were cold and emotionless. They looked like two black pools of desolation.

It was almost impossible not to be intimidated by her. Almost, because I managed to withstand it. I had trained myself to resist such pressure, all because I didn’t want to bow down to that pathetic Queen.

However, I couldn’t help but shudder in Aitee’s presence. She was dangerous. Everything in her aura and demeanour screamed danger. Perhaps I had simply gotten better at acting as though their power didn’t affect me.

“They have taken something extremely important to my late mother and for that, I will avenge them… I’m doing this for her,” she stated, her eyes suddenly glowing red as she clenched her jaws.

I sucked in a breath. She was angry. No, furious at the lycans.

“That should be enough information for you,” she said, as her eyes returned to normal.

I nodded my head agreeing with her.

Even after she left, I stared at the door she had and walked out of. She was a good associate. She was reliable, fast, and efficient. She too had a good reason to hate the Lycan kingdom. I had no idea what they stole from her mother. Whatever it was, I was grateful that I wasn’t part of that kingdom anymore.

I most certainly wouldn’t want to be a victim of Aitee’s wrath.

Aitee

I slammed the door to their lair and stepped out into the open. My destination was the Lycan kingdom. As I reached the perimeters that marked their turf, I sprinkled some of my odour-cancelling dust on me so that their scouts wouldn’t notice my scent.

After walking deep into the woods and right before entering the inhabited part of the kingdom, I halted in the shadows of the trees. It was a moonless night and it was pretty dark in the woods. Perfect for me.

I sneered as I looked at the house I was supposed to go to. Despicable, clueless mutts. I chuckled to myself. They weren’t aware of what they had gotten themselves into.

I clenched my fists as I remembered my late mother. She was destroyed. They destroyed her. The lycans must take responsibility for what had happened to my mom.

What was her crime? She fell in love with one of them. At first, she admired him from a distance and her feelings for him grew stronger as days passed. So she disguised herself as a White witch and met him in the woods. He liked her and eventually, they got into a relationship. He promised to never leave her. He vowed to keep her happy and to marry her. He told her that he loved her.

But they were all lies.

They met in the woods and that was where their love blossomed.

However, the day she found out that she was pregnant with me was the most disastrous day of her life. He went to see her sooner than usual and it was then he found out that she was really a dark witch.

After finding out that she had disguised herself to catch his attention, he humiliated her and left without listening to a word she had to say. It was as though finding out her reality was enough to forget the beautiful moments they shared over the months they met. The love he claimed to have for her instantly changed to hatred. He forgot about her in an instant and it broke her heart. He shattered her beyond recovery.

She did give birth to me, but she was like a living corpse. She loved me and I loved her more than life itself. However, I always wondered why she was so drained all the time.

Her death was early and I lamented for her. Thankfully, one of her friends helped me through until I reached maturity. However, it wasn’t until my first shift I was told about my mother’s past. I was a hybrid. A lycan-dark magician. When I learnt the reason for her miserable life and her broken heart that led to her early death, revenge was all that I desired.

I had no desire to find out who was the one who fathered me. I couldn’t care less. All of them would have to pay. What would be better than making one of them do the dirty work for me?

Smirking, I snapped my fingers together and closed my eyes to embrace the change my body was about to go through. A smile curled on my lips as I felt myself grow in height and my facial features change their shape.

I opened my eyes when I was sure that my disguise was complete. I flipped the shoulder length blond hair over my shoulder and adjusted the pink top I wore.

Pink… it was making me want to throw up. Yet, I had to put up with it because it was who she was. It was who Danisha was before I took her place and I didn’t want anyone to suspect anything.

I chuckled. Poor girl. I hope she was doing fine where I sent her.

“Well, Danisha, it’s showtime,” I giggled and walked out of the shadows of the trees.