CHAPTER 22
TYSON
I watched my sister storm out and banged the door shut and I sighed.
Goodness!! They won't even let me breathe a word, I wasn't expecting them to break into an outburst in that manner but I cared most about Marcella.
She had a wrong misconception about my attitude.
I'll never hurt her…never!
She will come around, I definitely know that and I must do the needful.
There was no way I was letting tables turn over me, my mum was smart and Zenevieva is a cunning snake that might slip her way out even if I yelled my lungs out that she broke the world.
I have to be smart also and take her when she least expects it.
My door creaked open and she walked in, still in her wedding attire.
"I don't want to stay here but your mum insists, so I'll just stand for a few minutes or hour to convince her and sneak back into my room." She uttered arrogantly and I cocked my head to stare at her.
"What if I don't want you anywhere here?"
"I'll tell her that."
She turned the door knob ready to disappear.
"Don't you dare!!"
I yelled.
I don't want trouble with my mum, at least not yet .
"Suit yourself but don't lay your stinking hands on my properties."
"Why are you not doing anything Tyson? Why are you being mute and why is your mother keeping quiet about her plaque?"
She asked desperately and I grinned.
"Why am I being mute? You don't want to know, dear new wife. Just shut the fuck up and stand there respectfully."
"Stop doing this, just punish me already! I'll tell the Queen and wait for her punishment.
What am I even insinuating? She's the one that has the right to punish me , not you!!" She yelled and I froze.
"You won't dare say a word to my mother!"
"Why not?"
"You won't just dare Vieva, shut the fuck up when I'm still nice. Were you deaf at the ceremony that you didn't hear the consequences of breaking a royal plaque?"
She swallowed.
"Not even the moon goddess can stop that, not even my Mum!!"
I yelled.
"What do you want?"
She whispered as tears dropped down her face.
"For you to keep shut!! Shut the fuck up Vieva, your voice irritates me!"
Silence.
She stopped saying a word and bit her lips while I took my time to undress myself from this heavy attire of mine, slowly.
She stood there like a statue and watched, trying so hard to avert her gaze but I was already everywhere, like there's no way she would avoid looking at me.
I took off my clothes completely leaving me with my underwear and went to shower.
The little argument I had was really hectic, as it took every ounce of me to try and convince them into listening to me.
I came out looking all drenched with water and randomly looked for something to fit in while I felt Zenevieva stare on me.
"Strip!"
I ordered and she gasped.
"W..what?"
"Are you deaf?"
"Tyson….I can't do that…"
I sprang up at once and sprint towards her
"What did you just call me?" I yelled.
"T..t..Tyson"
I landed a heavy blow on her nose and she fell flat on the floor, gasping in pain.
"Don't you fucking call my name from your lips ever again!! Did you get that?" I yanked her hair up and yelled.
"Yes..yes!" She stammered.
"Now, strip!!" I commanded but she laid mute.
I yanked her up and slammed her head on the wall in fury.
"Tyson….let go off me!!" She cried but I dragged her and threw her on the bed and threw punches to her face.
"Fuck you Vieva!!" I yelled and tore her clothes.
"Please…. Please don't do this to me!!"
"Yes, bitch!! Beg! Fucking beg me idiot!"
The fabric was too hard with precious stones so I got up from her and headed over to my drawer and retrieved the scissors.
I went back and tore her stupid dress to pieces.
She gasped and cried.
"No…no please."
I slapped her fiercely and tore every fabric until the royal plaque fell off on the floor.
Without thinking twice, I took the plaque and smashed it on the bed stand.
"Tyson!!" She growled and her wolf took over,eyes brimming red with fire and she cried out in enormous pain.
For a moment, I stared.
Fuck!! I keep forgetting that she's a gamma.
"How dare you break my plaque? How dare you?" Her voice disappeared and was replaced with a deadly tone.
"You don't deserve to be my Queen, never!!" I yelled and she laughed out like a mad lady.
I was already too mad to care about her stupid state, I'm going to do what I have in mind right now .
I reached out for a rope and hovered over her, her body remained mute and she let me do whatever I felt like.
She stopped struggling.
I tied the ropes tightly on her hands and whipped her over to back me.
Her back was visible with her bra straps and I stood up to fetch my whip from the wardrobe.
With fury fueling inside me, I lashed out.
I flogged and whipped endlessly but she didn't made a sound
I felt so infuriated and kept lashing, but not even a groan.
I turned her over to see her face but it was all teary with no hint of struggle or pain.
"You think you're strong huh? To hell with you "
"To hell with you Tyson, you're a beast!!"
"And you're a demon!!"
I just wanted to strangle and ripped the whole gown to flog the hell out of her naked body to vent out my frustration and make her see hell.
I tied her both legs and hands and made sure I whipped her to nonsense before leaving her there on the bed, totally drained and bloodied to stupor.