Chapter 35: Like A Queen
Camilla
I can’t believe this. For a moment, I actually felt excited.
That bitch is finally gone—traded off like a worthless trinket to Alpha Arcanis. But now, he’s dead, and that whore has been taken by the Lycan King’s loyal servant.
What a fucking joke.
Still, I suppose there’s a silver lining. The very thought of that word—silver—makes me wince. Goddess, how I’ve hated her all these years. And now, at last, she’s gone.
I don’t care anymore. I don’t care that she wasn’t slaughtered like I had planned. I don’t care that Alpha Magnus of the Blood Moon Pack took her in for whatever twisted reason. I don’t care. As long as she never sets foot in my pack house again, she can rot in a ditch or become the next queen for all I care.
As long as no one traces the rogue attack back to me...
Damien, however, is affected by her absence, and watching him suffer? That—that is something I fucking enjoy.
Ever since he got the news that Kaya was taken by Magnus, he’s been sulking like he actually lost his true mate. But all I see is a pathetic man mourning the loss of a tight cunt to fuck. Two cunts, actually—after all, Shelly is gone too.
I get it. It’s frustrating. Now he finally knows what it feels like. And he fucking deserves it.
Still, I force myself to be patient. I wait, biding my time, watching him, knowing he’ll make a mistake—one stupid move. And when he does, I’ll be ready.
Because I will get my pack back. And when I do, nothing will stand in my way.