Chapter 175 To Kill My Mate
Kristen's POV
Theodore is already in a frenzy mode. Hearing those words from me is enough to make him seem
completely different. Like a love-sick puppy.
"You see, I told you we are meant for each other," he says with so much confidence. Completely forgetting that he has to drive the boat.
Slowly, I nod and then wonder if he'll find me suspicious if I put my hands on his shoulder.
It's not so easy, trying to act uninterested and still interested at the same time. And I never knew I could be this good of an actress.
"You're now my wife, I promise I'll be good to you," Theodore tells me, and the firmness in his voice shows that he means it.
Again, I nod and let him touch my thighs as much as he wants, even though it's repulsive.
Theodore slides his hand from my thighs up to my arm until he reaches the back of my head and then he cradles it.
It's working, he's starting to give in because he thinks I am telling the truth.
I am holding my breath while he's cradling my head, upon thinking I am feeling the exact same way that he feels about me. When it's the other way round.
It's one thing to have someone you don't love touch you and it's another thing to see them staring at you like you mean the world to them.
Except Theodore Fitzgerald is trying to ruin the little world I have built for myself with Calhoun and our son, Aiden.
I will end it all and I will return to my family.
"I'm going to kiss you, again," Theodore whispers, inclining his head forward to mine, until our noses are almost touching.
He'll do it again. The cold awful kiss but I know I can't say no to him either. He needs to think he's finally got my heart before I can do anything.
Closing my eyes in pretense like I am ready for his awful kiss, I let my claws out and prepare myself for it all.
Theodore sucks in a harsh breath and quickly clashes his lips against mine.
Going down the terrible flashback of Calhoun looking half dead at the field isn't easy, and then Aiden's loud, helpless cries when I was being abducted that evening.
And I know, I won't regret what I am about to do.
Opening my mouth, I let Theodore slide his tongue in. And then I do it.
By using all the strength in me to dig my claws through his chest.
Theodore gasps and his eyes are raised in their sockets when he pulls his head away from mine.
Grinding my teeth, I push my claws even further, reaching out for his heart.
The look of surprise on his face doesn't even budge me because he's done more harm than good to my life.
Blood can be seen running from his mouth when my full hand finally digs through his chest and touches his heart.
He's struggling, trying so hard to push me away from him, but it's not working. My hand is squeezing his heart so tightly in his chest.
I am breathing really hard while doing this because I haven't done this before. It's my first time having murderous thoughts about someone and eventually letting it come to pass.
"Kri...sten..how could...you do this...to me," Theodore chokes out in complete pain and disbelief, as more blood spills from his mouth.
And at last, my hand plucks his heart from his chest, and he slumps to the floor of the boat with a thud.
For a moment, I feel numb as I stare at Theodore's
bloody heart in my grip.
If someone had told me I would ever do this, I would
call them insane.
And then, it hits me hard that I just murdered someone when my gaze falls on Theodore's lifeless
eyes.
He's dead.
I just killed a man. My mate.
A shudder runs through my body, and his heart
immediately drops to the floor.
At this point, I don't know if I should scream or break
into sobs for having my first kill.
I took the life of someone.
The same person who wanted to kill my husband and
separate me from my child.
I killed my second mate.
My heart is pounding so loudly in my chest that I am finding it difficult to breathe properly.
The speedboat is just floating because Theodore
stopped it earlier when he allowed himself to get fooled by my words.
There's blood everywhere. On my hands, smeared
across my black dress, and all over the floor. I can see all these through the lights in the boat. This should be a dreadful moment for any woman of
23.
But I have seen even worse things since I became the Greyhound's Luna.
In a boat, with a dead man whom I just killed. And
now I have no other option but to take myself and the dead body back.
Taking hold of the wheel, I start driving the boat back to land. The seaport is out of my sight but I know the exact direction to take to get there.
Thankfully, the seaport is devoid of people when I get
back. It's as if the odds are in my favor tonight.
Will I be struck with a curse for killing my second mate? The thought alone is dreadful. Calhoun, hopefully, if he's alive, will think I cheated on him with Theodore. So, taking the body back to my
pack will be enough evidence that nothing happened between Theodore and me.
The old Kristen would be too chicken to go near a
dead body, but this new me is dragging Theodore's large lifeless body through the ground dirt and taking it to where he parked the car when he was alive. Of course, I am afraid I might get caught, but I still do
it anyway.
Upon reaching the car, I search through Theodore's pockets to find the keys, but it's not there.
Panicking, I put my hands under the car and my heart leaps up in relief when I find it at last.
Theodore didn't throw the keys away. He was kind
enough to keep it under the car, so anyone could take
it.
I have a hard time putting his body in the back seat of the car, after unlocking it.
And at last, I drive away from the seaport in a rush. I am panicking, breathing really hard as I drive because there's a dead man in the backseat of the car.
I might regret this later, fall ill, and even tag myself
as a murderer, but all I want is to get as far away from here as possible. Theodore Fitzgerald who no one could stand, not even my husband, is someone who I killed.