Chapter 89
CHAPTER 89
TYSON
I watched her leave and my gaze swept to the direction of Kyle whose concentration was also on her and I gritted my teeth.
I can believe the stupidity I just displayed right now in the presence of Zenevieva.
Damn, my blood had boiled when she was staring at Kyle calling me some sort of disgusting title.
Dear Moons, I don't like this new me. Please, I'm getting worse each day and I can't help myself but feel this way when I'm with this witch. I've sat and tried to recall when I started behaving this strange, it makes me angry and at the same time it felt so surreal.
I can't believe my reactions either, no! I think it's my wolf trying to play some sort of emotional game with me.
Godforbid that I feel confused with a girl that isn't in my class but with Kyle I'm going crazy.
It's like he's trying to take something precious from me and all I do is throw tantrums like a child. It isn't supposed to be so, I shouldn't feel affected by his silly acts towards Zenevieva but damn!!
I'll kill him if he goes near her again.
Like I said earlier, maybe I'm just sick and Kyle increases my temperature so high.
The pack continues peacefully, no war, no fights, no fire.
All good, my attention is divided as my seat is empty.
She had better come back, I'm not ready to face another show of heaped questions thrown at me.
I looked around for Marcella or Collette but those two weren't seen in this event.
Tyson turned to me and looked over to check for Zenevieva but he didn't seem disappointed at her absence, I guess she already filled him in and that kept me at ease.
She would be back in one piece.
ZENEVIEVA'S POV.
My door was locked and I wanted to explode!
Who asked this maids to lock it when I haven't given any order to do that? There might be some kind of emergency and one needs to have access.
I walked with fury with my heavy clothes gathering the hem of the gown that was sweeping the whole floor in my hands to meet the maids who were working in the kitchen.
That was the only way I'll have access to them quickly.
They were all shocked on seeing me in the kitchen with my attire but that was the least of how I'll express myself right now.
"Who locked the door to my room?" I yelled at them heavily and they all surprisingly kept quiet.
I was expecting them to lash back on me and call me names as usual but they all paused their lips.
"Who?" I screamed.
"The king ordered me to do that, my Queen." A new girl whom I've never set my eyes on said and I cursed in whispers.
"When was that?"
"The moment you stepped out to join the festival, he had ordered me because he didn't want any nuisance sneaking in…" she paused and stared down . "As he had described."
Tyson!
That idiot keeps playing a puzzle he would never solve. What the heck is wrong with him about me that I can't have a breathing space? All my clothes are there! Gosh.
I left their sight and marched straight to his room.
The guards blocked me and told me I can't enter until he's around but I pushed them out of my way and slapped one who held my wrists.
I had a spare gown in this room and I'm sure I didn't carry it.
To my disappointment, Marcella was sitting on the bed with legs crossed as she fixed her nails.
I don't know why I'm feeling this way but my blood boiled hot at this sight.
She's not meant to be even here in the first place when everyone was in the festival.
"Get out!" I blasted taking off the crown and the uncomfortable shoes.
She laughed mockingly and raised her face to meet mine.
"Excuse me?" She scoffed.
"I said get out! You shouldn't be here, especially on that bed."
"You're totally out of your mind bitch! I never knew that having the royal title word makes one lose her mind and speak gibberish."
She was being stubborn but I'll definitely throw her out.
I walked up to his dresser and fetched the cloth I hadn't touched since he brought it and laid it in the bed.
Marcella gasped and tried to touch it but I slapped her hands away.
"Get your filthy hands from my attire!" I screamed.
"That's mine bitch!! Why the hell will you even go near his wardrobe. What's with you?" She yelled and slapped me which took me unawares and collected the fabric from me to admire it..
She frowned deeply when she realized it's not her size as she stared back at me and I slapped her so hard that she gasped and fell to the floor.
"Learn to know your place and stay the fuck away from me!" I yelled at her furiously and stomped out, glancing at my crown.
I'll get it when I'm fully dressed.
I couldn't have access to my room so I went to one of the general receiving room restrooms to change up real quick and join the festival before I'm called upon.
It was a light sequence gown with an off shoulder design and a long slit went up all the way to my thighs.
My hair was ruffled from arguing from that godforsaken nuisance that calls herself a woman.
If I'll be going back in a different attire I need to grace the place with a new look.
I let my hair fall and disentangle it from the curls, flapping it over my shoulder as I looked at the reflection in the bathroom and sighed.
I looked better.
I carried my heavy burden called a gown and folded it neatly. I wondered why the queen decided to go for this when I was not going for a snow show or traveling to the sky.
The first one she gave me was so good and light.
I opened the door to move out but a masked face stood before me and I gasped, my heart slammed heavily and I stuttered.
"Who..are..you..?"
I couldn't even decipher the gender as it was covered in a black ugly mask from the festival.
I tried to move away from his sight but in a swift move he came closer, my whole body shattered before my eyes and I crumbled down in pain.
A sharp knife was stabbed down to my stomach.
I looked down in shock unable to contain the pain that shot through my entire body like a painful spark and she fled.
It's a lady.
I gasped and I got up, I've been wounded before. So severely and I got away with it.
I need to be at the festival or the Queen and everyone would be disappointed when being called upon.
My dress was soaked with blood and my eyes were dizzy.
I dragged my legs and wrapped the dress I'm supposed to return to the room with around me as I walked extremely slowly.
I coughed out and blood came out which made tears spill.
I wiped my eyes and kept moving as I kept hearing loud murmurings of looking for the Queen.
The maids, guards, everyone I came in contact with were asking of the Queen.
I guess it's time for me to present myself to them.
I was almost there but Tyson was so mad that he stood up and walked towards me and dragged me so hard.
"Wait…please!" I quivered in pain, my body betraying me.
"Are you insane? Jeez, how long will it take you to change up, making me look stupid again in front of them?"
He slammed heavily and his eyes blazed.
"I'm sorry, please let's go!"
I was going, my heart was failing but I can do this. Let me just present myself to the pack and I'll run back.
"Throw that cloth away if you're not wearing it, you look like a clown wrapping it on your body!" He blurted and I shook my head.
"Let me be and please walk with me!"
A cough bubbled in my throat but I suppressed it and swallowed it back and tears burned.
"What? you're called, not me!"
"Please Tyson, please…. walk with me "
I begged.
I Will just die if I go alone.
"Fine, wipe the silly tears. You make people think that you're confessing your undying love to me "
I nodded and wiped the tears and groaned out in pain and we moved.
He wanted to talk but I stopped him.
The crowd roared Into a loud cheer of Applause as we both graced the stage.
"Finally, we get to see the Queen of the most powerful of all the seven packs to exist. Maybe we all rise and bow to the Queen, Zenevieva!"
The orator said and my ears almost split from the cheers.
I smiled weakly, my eyelids were closing.
"Please can you say something to the pack members, they are excited to see you and you're to display your wolf before us. It's the demand of the Pack's festival custom.". He said excitedly and I nodded.
Tyson was watching me all through and I know he sensed something in me.
"I…" A sharp pain whooshed through my skin down to my abdomen and I mistakenly squeezed the knife that was stuck in through the fabric of the gown I was holding.
"Zenevieva!" He gasped and looked at my teary eyes.
I'm done, I've tried.
He turned me over to face him and opened the clothes and gave a lou
d gasp.
"You…you..are bleeding…knife…you..". He stuttered terribly and trembled and I felt my body giving up falling down but he was swift to catch me in his arms and my eyes closed…in pain.