Chapter 86 I will claim what they owe me
THIRD PERSON'S POV
After what felt like an eternity, the girl on the hotel bed that had been rendered unconscious because of the herbs Alchemist forced her to smell finally stirred.
With a groggy groan, Angelica opened her eyes, her hand flying to shield her eyes from the direct sun rays.
Alchemist, standing near the window, immediately drew the curtains before he walked to where Angelica was.
The girl blinked a few times to adjust to the light before she looked straight at the mage.
The events before she passed out rushed through her head, and she sat abruptly.
“What the hell was that all about?” She asked, her gaze furious.
Alchemist didn't say anything for some time. His green eyes almost looked like they wanted to pierce her soul.
“I warned you not to listen to your powers. What was that combat training all for if you didn't want to use it? Do you have any idea how your little allowance would make your powers feel like they have control over you?” He then asked ever so slowly, his voice flowing like a slithering snake, hissing the warning again.
Angelica arched her brows.
“I figured that was the easier way to do it. Why should I strain myself with fighting when I can do it with a flick of my fingers? I didn't ask to be a mage. I was living my life just fine, but I wouldn't deny that it doesn't come in handy knowing I can do anything with my powers,” Angelica answered without remorse.
When she noticed Alchemist not speaking, she sighed and stood from the bed.
“It's all about power, Alchemist. Jarvin could bully me for so long because he had his own powers as a powerful gang leader. I don't find anything wrong with killing him with mine as a mage. And I forbid anyone from saying otherwise. Angelica's eye held a strange intensity, strong enough to force Alchemist to look away momentarily.
Phrased like that, her words and emotions made sense to Alchemist, and he sighed before shaking his head.
“You don't see what wrong you have done?” He asked before he raised his hand and brought it down with speed, creating a translucent screen before her.
Angelica watched the screen, and her pupils dilated.
This… her mind read the letter.
Her wide eyes drifted to Alchemist, who looked at her with concern.
“That's right. Your powers didn't just overpower your humanity to take your revenge; they activated themselves in a way that the coven has found out about your presence. They demand you now,” Alchemist said.
Angelica swallowed hard.
They demanded her? Didn't Alchemist mention they wouldn't accept her easily until she proved herself? As James’ daughter, these powers weren't the only thing inherited by her. She inherited his throne, too, if the coven approved her.
And if they didn't…she would have to give away her powers voluntarily because they wouldn't allow her to live among humans and wolves as one of them, even after being a mage of the Black Coven.
Angelica's fingers trembled from her anxiety, and she clenched her fingers around the bedsheet before taking a deep breath to calm herself.
She closed her eyes.
You shall not worry about anything, Angelica. We created this problem. We will solve it. No one in the world has the right and strength to take us away. A voice inside her head echoed, strangely filling her with strength and resilience to fight back.
That was right. Why must she be afraid? Why must she be worried when it all belonged to her in the first place?
“Let them come for me. My mom always told me that if I put my mind to something, I'd get it sorted and under control. And I won't let them take what's mine. Rather, I'll claim what they owe me. Respect. Power. And that throne.” Angelica stood from the bed.
Alchemist noticed her bangles turn purple at the words, and he sighed.
“Would you like to see what you did, just in case you don't remember?” He changed the subject, afraid her powers would start acting again, and the process would be fastened up, something he didn't want to happen.
And then, without waiting for her reply, he turned the TV on.
The news of Jarvin's weird and inhumane death was being displayed on the screens.
A smile immediately appeared on her face when she looked at her art. As much as it grossed her out, she was happy that the man was finally dead.
Alchemist looked at the serene expression on her face and shook his head. Her powers were starting to affect her humanity, and if that happened, things wouldn't end well for anyone, not for her, not for the people around her.
The throne that she was saying she would claim didn't come alone. It came with a series of deaths and murders; the powers demanded that, and sometimes it can be the blood of your kin, too.
Alchemist closed his eyes when he remembered how his mentor, Angelica's father, had to kill his own wife.
He wondered if she would react the same way if she found out the sacrifice that the throne demanded. The thought alone scared him.
James asked him to protect her, and it meant he would do anything to keep her safe. Alchemist turned to the balcony, looking straight at the vast trees, when he felt someone was looking at him.
At the same time, Tyler sat inside the car as it was heading towards the council chambers, where he was going to exercise his last duty as a good alpha by informing them about Keith’s plan and offering the tribute from their pack’s side to the annual celebration.
“Sir, you should look at this,” Kyle said, and Tyler narrowed his eyes and took the tablet from his hand.
He read the article about Jarvin's death and the brutality of the murder and couldn't help but arch his brows.
“Sir, wasn't this the same man who was tormenting Miss Angelica?” Kyle asked.
Tyler looked out of the window and hummed.
His mind went back to how he saw Angelica floating in the air with a swirl of water around her.
What were the chances she was the one who pulled this off?
No. What the hell was he thinking? She was too good and humane to even think of something like this. Maybe that was the reason she was suffering.
Tyler got out of the car as soon as he reached the chambers, his aura changing.
The council head rushed forward when he heard Alpha Tyler come to greet him.
“We are honored to have you here, Alpha Tyler.” He smiled politely.
“We are not here to stay for the celebration. I have other matters to attend to. Issue a warning to the Blood Martial Pack." Tyler took the file from Kyle and gave it to the council head.
“Blood Martial Pack?” The council head asked, surprised. After all, that pack was ruled by none other than the notorious and feared twin Alphas.
He opened the file, reading the contents subtly, his pupils dilating when he read what it was all about.
“This—” he started, but Tyler interrupted him.
“I have informed you in person, and that should be more than enough. Now what you do with this information is up to you,” Tyler said.
He nodded to his people, and they immediately brought out the gift from the trunk and placed it in the council chambers.
“Happy annual celebration,” Tyler said, though there wasn't even a smile on his face before he turned and left immediately.
Now, what happened to the pack would be their own destiny.
Since Jarvin was dealt with and Angelica wasn't there, he was relieved that nothing would happen to her.
And the alphas? He couldn't care less if they were dead or alive.