The Alpha’s Dark Revenge

Liyah’s POV

I counted my steps as Barbara and I circled each other, everything I had learned during training resurfacing in my head. I knew she was waiting for the perfect chance to strike, but for now she wanted to stall, make me wait before she came at me. I knew she was confident… the glint in her eyes and the way she was walking calmly as though she were strolling told me she was. And I knew it was because she didn’t think I stood a chance against her. She didn’t know I had a wolf now.

That, was my advantage. She was confident enough that she thought I would be dead in a heartbeat. But she wanted to take her time, taunt me and toss me around before she could really enjoy tearing me into pieces. Which was why I played along. Since she didn’t know I was a full werewolf now, why tell her? I would only wait. Wait for her to make a mistake.

Then I would play my hand.

“Oh, step sister, this will have to be the most interesting thing that has happened in this pack for a long time,” She laughed, her eyes quickly moving to my feet to ascertain the pattern I was moving in. But I already knew what she was up to.

“Well I’m glad you find my presence entertaining,” I spat, unable to control myself. I had been quiet for way too long.

Barbara looked genuinely surprised. “Wow, look who grew some balls. Good for you, sister..”

As the last word rolled out her tongue, her arm extended to my face, swinging in what would have been a deathly blow if I hadn’t seen it coming. I quickly swerved to the right, her fist missing my jaw by a hair’s breadth. But I didn’t try to attack. Instead I moved out of her way and faced her once more, my fists at the ready.

I saw her cock an eyebrow as she faced me once more. Quickly regaining her position, she laughed again walking toward me. “Okay, keep running like the rat you are. It’ll do you no good.”

She jumped at me again, swinging at my stomach this time, but I jumped out of the way before it could do any harm. Then I moved away again. Now, I saw that she was beginning to get irritated. She would soon lose it, then I would strike.

Barbara faced me, her fists clenching as she glared at me. “Okay Liyah, playtime’s over.” This time I didn’t move away. And when she swung her fist at me, I caught it midway in the air. I held it in a tight grip, watching in satisfaction as shock etched on her face. Her eyes wide in shock and fury she tried to pull her hand out of my grip to no avail.

She tried to counter with a kick to my stomach but I had already foreseen this and so I was ready. I landed a sharp kick to her knee, and then her stomach, watching in satisfaction as she flew to the end of the hall, crying out and clutching at her knee from the impact.

She quickly scrambled to her feet still clutching her knee as she stared at me, her eyes wide. “W-what was that? What the fuck was that?” She yelled glaring at me in disbelief. “That… that’s not possible.”

I knowingly stared at her with my wolf eyes, and in that moment of realization she staggered back, shaking her head. “No… y-you have a wolf? That’s not fucking possible. How?!”

For the first time, I stood before Barbara and I did not try to crouch in fear. I didn’t care if my words pierced her or if she got furious. I was brave and strong. And most importantly… I was myself.

“I would’ve told you to ask your mother, but we both know that’s not possible.”

She yelled in anger, rushing towards me and tackling me to the floor. “Fucking bitch!” I regained my composure, kicking her full in the face and pushing her backwards. The sound of her nose crunching beneath my feet melded with her screams. And as I jumped to my feet, I watched her try to stop the blood which spilled heavily from her nose.

“You know, Barbara… your mother was a monster, but she was smart. She knew I was going to outshine you,” I spat. “She knew I’d be stronger, faster… I’m the first daughter of the Alpha after all. From his real mate. She saw me as a threat,” I laughed, my eyes stinging as I realized something. “That’s why she made me feel like a nobody, because she knew I would be great… she knew I was somebody.”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“What the fuck are you going on about?!” Barbara snapped, struggling to get to her feet as her hand still clutched her nose.

“Mira paid off a witch to prepare a concoction. She secretly slipped this into my food, my drink, to suppress my wolf. That’s why my wolf never emerged.”

“You’re lying! You’re fucking lying. You’re just saying all of this to make yourself feel better.”

I smiled bitterly at the expression on her face. “It’s true, you can choose to believe it or not. So all these years you thought you were just destined to be powerful, or special, you’re really not.”

“Shut up,” She said, her voice shaky.

“There isn’t, neither was there anything ever special about you, Barbara. You are nothing but a big, fat, conceited bully. And that’s all you’ll ever be.”

“SHUT UP!!”

“No. Those days of you shouting over me and disrespecting me, those days are over.” I stood, my fists raised when I saw her stealthily approach me. She furiously wiped her nose and walked toward me, her eyes wild.

“You know what, Liyah?” She laughed. “None of this shit matters. You’re a nobody and you’ve always been. I have never, ever felt threatened by you. And I never will. And I’ll tell you one thing, sister…” She spat out the last word. “I do not need to transform to beat you. You are beneath me! You always have been. I’ll tear you into tiny little pieces while in my human form. That’s how insignificant you are.”

Her words didn’t sting, they just portrayed just how proud she was. Even after realizing I was a full werewolf, she would rather die than prove that she had to transform to beat me. Well, it was in my own benefit. It would make everything a whole lot easier.

“So you discovered your wolf a few weeks ago and you’ve probably learned one or two tricks and you feel like some kind of warrior. You’re a fucking idiot!” She pounced on me in seconds, raising an arm to gut me in the stomach but I blocked it off, raising my palm to her face in a hard slap. She fell backwards, rubbing the side of her face in pain.

She yelled in frustration and dived at me again. I raised my arm to block off her hit but I was taken by surprise when I was shoved so hard that I fell to the floor. My eyes widened in surprise.

She had transformed.

Before I could react, she had slashed her claws at my chest. I staggered backwards from the pain, trying to block off her next blow, but she was too fast. In a split second she had landed two sharp blows to my jaw. I shut my eyes from the pain, spitting out the blood that filled my mouth and wiping my lips as I stood.

Laughter bubbled in my stomach as I stared at her pathetic figure. “I knew you were a coward. All of you are cowards. Your dad, your mom. I thought you didn’t need to transform huh? You can’t even handle me, a nobody?”

My arms shifted as my claws protruded. It was time to end this.

I carefully approached her. “All of you… you’re deceitful, cowardly, low-life pieces of shit!” My claws swung to her neck, slashing a long thin line across her throat.

I watched her stagger backwards, choking as she raised a hand to her neck, trying to apply pressure to the wound. As she coughed violently, blood from her throat dribbled down her lip.

Watching her struggle, anger pumped through my chest. I remembered how scared I had been of her and Mira. How they used to beat and torture me… throw me into the dungeon for days without food because I forgot to iron Barbara’s dress. How they slapped me around, taunted me, made jokes about my mom. I was the laughing stock of the entire pack… everybody looked down on me and treated me like shit.

A tear spilled from my eyes as I dragged Barbara by the hair, bringing her face violently to my knee repeatedly until my pants were coated in her blood. Her knees gave way as she fell to the floor. I could hear her shallow breathing as she tried to crawl away from me. I pulled her back by her hair, and with one last glance at her, I held onto her neck, the sound filling my ears as I snapped her neck. Finally her body fell to the floor.

And as I wiped my hand on my shirt, staring at the bloody mess that was once my stepsister, I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel. I thought I would feel sorry for what I had done… maybe I would feel guilt or remorse..

But as I stared at Barbara’s corpse, I felt nothing.

Absolutely nothing.