Chapter 71
CHAPTER 71
ZENEVIEVA
"I don't wish to be bound by any rules, paraded as a slave or given orders like a puppet! I want my own authority!"
I fired at them all and the Queen frowned at my request.
"But you wield your own authority Zenevieva, why the hell are you being paraded as a puppet?"
"It's obvious your son derives pleasure in making me his puppet instead of being his mate."
"This is a barbaric mum, don't tell me you're listening to her!"
Tyson yelled and winced in pain, the bandage on his head making him slightly uncomfortable.
I huffed in satisfaction and turned to the Queen. I don't care if I'm being too extreme, displaying pretense and taking advantage of the relationship between the Queen and I, I won't continue to be a pauper and be tagged as a rogue or as my parents' killer.
Tyler said I defiled royalty by letting Tyson and his cohort treat me indifferently like a trash and I've promised not to let that happen again
If I'm Queen, then I need to start acting like one.
"Zenevieva, this shouldn't be a request but something constant. You have the full power to do what you want as the Queen and not live by any rules as long as you're doing the right thing. Is there anything else?"
"Yes."
"Huh?"
"I don't need any special maid or guards."
"But you're a Luna, you need them."
"I know, but Tyson has turned their head against me and I might get stabbed in the back at any time. I don't want them."
She sighed and nodded.
"Mum, you're in no position to give orders mum! I reject it!"
Tyson flared.
"First she gives you orders, then you claim my authority and approve her demands like the king?"
"I'm still the grand Queen Tyson!"
"I'm the current Alpha too and she's my mate!! You have no right mum!"
Tyson yelled.
"Tyson!"
"Mother! It's the Alpha's command or you become King instead!" He fired and the Queen seethed, not able to say anything.
"How I treat Zenevieva is absolutely no one's business. You can rule over the pack but not my mate!"
I swallowed, I never expected this outburst from him and I know I will be in big trouble if my request isn't granted.
I can't fight with Tyson all day and I badly needed to leave the palace without restrictions.
"Can't you just be considerate for once in your life? You think I have a business in your authority when you're misusing it. She's your Luna, Tyson!"
"I know and I decide what to do with her and when to… Look, you know what, I'm done with all this bullshit."
My heart dropped, Tyson was definitely one stubborn goat who won't accept defeat for once.
Tears burned my eyes as the realization of staying away from Kyle dawned on me.
I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Tyson hijacking me from my position and dragging me to god's nowhere.
He dragged me to his room and I held my breath. Is he going to finish what we started?
I lost control initially because of rage, right now I'm already too tired for another set of arguments.
He threw me in and slammed the door behind me.
"Don't you get tired already Tyson? I'm not getting into another cat and dog fight with you!"
He ignored me and snapped his fingers twice and his men entered, making me flinch in horror. What is he going to do now?
"Order the maids to come immediately with the first aid kit!". The first one bowed and left while he continued.
"Lock her room, she's staying here for the week."
I gasped and went to him.
"I'm not sharing a room with you and Marcella! I want my room back!"
He ignored me and walked to the seat near the dresser and sat down before sweeping his eyes all over me…I don't even know cause that was definitely not a disgusting look.
"You said I'm being a monster Huh? I'm wicked, self centered and confused. The question is will you be able to handle it, if I'm being sweet?
Will you?"
I batted my eyelids in confusion and stared at him without saying a word.
"You're staying with me henceforth as mates! and oh…the mate bonding.."
I gasped in shock.
"Don't be surprised, nothing will happen. The mate bond won't take place even in your dreams, you're too disgusting for that…I wonder who would even look at you twice "
"Kyle did!" I snapped. "And he stared countlessly!"
A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes but he tossed it aside.
"Look here Zenevieva, let's make this work hmm….let's be nice to each other for my mum to be happy. She has an underlying health issue and it might trigger her if she continues her constant nagging about us."
I swallowed and stared at his wicked cute bruised face, why is he sounding so sweet right now?
So he's definitely doing this for his mother and not for peace sake.
Screw him!
"So what do you say?"
"Look Tyson, we can't last a day in here because I hate you so much than the devil in hell and I'm sure you despise me. I can't hide how nauseating it is for me to stare at your ugly face every second and pretend everything is fine, no way! I'll rip out your tongue.
Thirdly, per adventure I stay in this room; Marcella is definitely going to be out of bounds or I will gouge her eyes out and break those tiny legs of hers."
He swallowed and closed his eyes, as if trying to process everything I just said.
"Fine, I'll take the last one and ignore every other thing you spewed."
He said and the door opened and the maids troop in.
"Make sure she has a clean bath before she infec…before she sleeps and dresses her wounds."
He said and they all got to work.
I was paraded into the bathroom but I collected all the first aid kits and the deodorants from them and pushed them aside before slamming the door shut.
No one would deceive me with those eyes.
Tyson has something up his sleeves for this strange act of kindness which I have to be very careful of esle I fall in their trap.
If he's going to be nice then I'm going to be nice too but I have it at the back of my mind that I'm just playing this game with him to see who wins.
I'm definitely going to act so sweet and rile him up at the same time to know what he has gotten under his sleeves.
I washed myself and fixed the kit, applying disinfectant while I winced from the burns.
I got out and wrapped a towel around my body and went out.
Clothes were already arranged on the bed and I picked it up and draped my towel loose.
"Jeez! Wait, I'll go out."
I scoffed and let the towel fall freely.
"Quit the gentleman act, you look so disgusting in the role. The villian who stripped me naked in public would be your best role.
I hissed loudly and wore my underwear and slipped into the silly gown left for me. And hell! Tyson shamelessly gawked at me which made me sneered.
"I'll take the couch!"
I said and walked past him but he held my hands.
"No need for that, there are two rooms!" His breathing was ragged and husky and I flinged my hands away from him.
"Fine." I moved to go but he pinned me on the wall and I stared daggers at him.
"Use the first room, I will go to the second one."
"Okay…can you take your disgusting self out of my way?"
I said and regretted it immediately.
I promised to be sweet but I guess it's not working out.
He nodded and tossed himself aside and I wondered what it was with his silly calm attitude.
"Oh and Tyson, thank you for being sweet today in the first meeting of this peaceful deal." I cupped his cheeks in a bid of pissing him off. This was the first time in history I would be touching him.
He stiffened at once and stared at me and I
smirked innocently.
But what came next threw me off guard in my entire life of predictive measures.
He groaned in frustration and slammed his lips on mine.
I froze.