Death

Karina's Pov

Her feet were strapped in heels yet she stomped down the corridor with the strength of soldiers wearing padded boots. Her eyes fiery and her bust swaying as she trampled down the hall to her room. Her eyes turning red with raw anger, indignation and tears. Her mind numb yet beating with a sharp pain.

She pushed past the door and hit her head in a thud. Her face slamming on the wooden frame as she fell to the ground in a shocked slump. Her hands to her head groaning as she realised she had locked the door when she left.

She stood up even more furious with her head now bleeding slightly. As she shuffled her hands in her purse, reaching for her keys. Her white hands shoving it in the lock and turning it with enough force to snap a neck if that was the case…

She burst into her room as the tears she had held back suddenly came pouring out in waves. She fell to her knees sobbing as blood trickled down the side of her face. Her head to her knees in a sharp wail. A cry that reflected the depth of her pain. And her red dress gripping her tighter as she folded on the floor, making it even harder for her to breathe.

She cursed and hurled expletives at the wind. Her hand moulding into a fist and hitting the ground in angry exertion. She didn't care about the open wound in her head as it kept bleeding while she kept weeping. Her fingers rolling across her face as she even wanted to peel her skin off. Pull her hair out. Rip her heart out from her chest and fall into the ground.

Karina was left broken. Her mind in pieces as she replayed the image of Freya in her head. Her look, her appearance. Nothing at all grand in her eyes. Yet confused how the Alpha wanted her instead?...

And not the head of his maids who had been with him almost since his ascension to the throne? Not the woman who made sure he had the best meals? Took care of him? Helped him have breakfast as early as possible when he had important meetings? Not even when she wore the sexiest dress, and had a body many men would kill for?...

Her head was going round in circles. Her hands still banging the ground. Her hair now ruffled and her skin turning red in all the places her dress held her like a prickly cactus. She stood up now and suddenly. Taking her heels off and throwing them to a corner, her dress still on and choking, yet her internal pain overshadowing the physical pain. And she left it on, too hurt too cry in her underwear.

Her purse unfortunately found itself a victim of her rage too, as she tossed it and sent it flying; surprisingly outside the window. The wound on her head now bleeding too much for her not to notice. As she moved over in a drunkards stampede to the bathroom. Yanking at a roll of tissue paper and wrapping it around her fingers. Tapping her head gently, even though her face was still fuming with tears.

The blood slowed down but her emotions did nothing of such manner. As she kept crying and her face kept squeezing farther and farther in a twisted grimace. The tissue had soaked and she took another handful and tapped again. Her face now red and her breath coming out in wheezes.

The weight of disappointment and rejection hit her and hit her hard. As it was the first time she had received either. And it was even worse, as the Alpha had given her both at the same time.

She carried herself with her bleeding skull and her bleaching tissues over to the mirror. The same full length one she had danced and pranced around in front of earlier this morning. In getting ready; never having truly known precisely for what?...

Her new look disgusted even her. Her appearance was suddenly repulsive to even herself. The beauty she had seen before had now faded into an ugliness only a lens of losing what she thought was already hers could help her see.

Karina's eyes now hated what they saw as their reflection. Her self-admiration had now settled into dust. The way she had carried herself as a goddess had now fallen to the ground like a peasant. It hurt her as she suddenly saw herself in a new light of inadequacy.

She held the tissue still to her head as she stood staring at her new form in a grimace. Her lips pouting, fighting to hold back new tears. As her mind again brought back images of Freya into her subconscious. And a little too deeply…

As Karina wasn't expecting it when her face eerily changed from hers to Freya's? Her eyes blinked rapidly in shock as her body seemingly warped into hers in front of the mirror? And Karina stared confused as the woman who shattered her dreams now appeared in the wall of glass; pointing and laughing at her?…

Her eyes widened in shock as she stood looking at Freya mocking her? With images flashing behind of her holding the Alpha's hand in a wedding reception? Interspersed with twisted and warped images of her being crowned as Luna? And even harder, an image of Freya and Marcus sharing a kiss?...

Karina didn't know when she raised a hand, pulled it back, and punched the mirror. Her fist going straight through the glass and breaking it into a million pieces. As she fell to her knees again; this time distraught. Her right hand now bleeding alongside her head.

She sobbed even louder than she had done coming into the room. As she laid on the ground in a slump, now in a pool of her own blood.

Her head down and tired. Her heart wounded and broken. Her mind partly unconscious…

And now her soul set on Death…