Claimed By The Mistborne Alpha
Chapter 26: Show
CHAPTER 26: SHOW
I broke the kiss.
His eyes widened in confusion but before realisation hit them, I was already readying myself to smash his face, pouring every ounce of fury and letting all the power in my body concentrate on my knuckles. There was no time to think, only my fists rushing towards his face, fully intent on making sure there would not be much of it left by the time I was finished.
It came in contact with his skin, my mouth twitching to hear the satisfying crunch of his skull, or the wetness of his blood, anything to prove that he wasn’t as indestructible as everyone thought.
But nothing happened.
The instant my fists connected with his face, all of the power inside me evaporated into nothingness as if someone had pulled the plug. And all I was able to achieve was to move his face a fraction of an inch with my normal pitiful force. By the looks of it, it hurt my knuckles more than it hurt him.
Darek straightened his face and stared at me in disappointment.
"I did expect this...but not this soon, Maeve. But, I just caught you trying to escape today and then dangled an almost corpse-like body of your ex-boyfriend in front of you," He took a sharp breath. "So yes, I had definitely taken my precautions. Nonetheless, I’m disappointed."
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"What did you do to my powers?"
He scoffed. "You will not be able to use your powers on me. That’s all I can say...and I’d rather not give up my secrets so easily lest you try to get rid of whatever helps me deal with you."
My mind was a tornado of emotions. I had been keeping it suppressed, thinking I’d be able to get my revenge for what he did but of course it wouldn’t have been this easy.
"You will pay for what you did today, Darek," I seethed in warning. Granted, not today, but someday.
He smoothed his shirt to get rid of the wrinkles after our kiss and then deliberately wiped his mouth with the back of his hand like he was trying to wipe my essence from his lips. My cheeks grew hot and I looked away before he figured out the traitorous throbbing feeling creeping up my throat.
He regretted the kiss now. Good. Because it wouldn’t happen again, ever.
"I’m sure you can find your own way, Maeve. I don’t think I’ll be needed anymore."
His voice sounded detached as he turned and walked back down the hallway that we had come from. I sighed.
Good thing I knew where the lab was.
My lab testing consisted of the usual pricking and prodding, and once they were sure that the emotional surge hadn’t caused any mutation flares or done any serious damage, I was allowed to leave. Again, escorted by two new Delta guards who now refused to leave my side. They moved like shadows the entire time, eyes sharp and suspicious at all my movements, except when I wanted to relieve myself.
Thank heavens.
After the tests were over, I begged them to let me see Valden for which I was given a strict refusal in return.
He was too weak. He needed to rest, was what they said.
And so I had to be back in the lion’s lair now, but things were different. Darek probably hated me more than ever just as much as I did for him, and now he didn’t trust me anymore.
But the terrifying part was that somewhere in the depths of my mind, I wanted to kiss him again. The memory of the kiss was searing into my brain as if it wouldn’t let go anytime soon.
My kiss with my mate.
The fact that Darek didn’t trust me anymore was apparent with all the new security measures he pulled up on such short notice, and he wasn’t even trying to hide anymore, since I was able to notice all of it as I stepped back into his residence. All of the new guards, new cameras, new bolts for all the doors, and more Alphas.
The numerous bedrooms were occupied with the other Alphas that served directly under him and most importantly, Rhea was lounging around as I walked past, her eyes shooting missiles against my back.
I ignored her and stomped past her into my room.
I’ll show her.
I’ll show everyone.
I charged into my room, opened my massive dresser, and searched through the racks, the mountain of clothes still occupying each inch of air inside it. I kept looking until I finally found it.
The red dress that was brought out for me to wear for my first dinner with Darek. That I refused to wear because I wanted to protect myself from the guilt of enjoying the splendour and luxury of the Parthenn elite at the expense of the people of the periphery.
But I didn’t care anymore.
I pulled the dress over my body, the fabric sliding down smoothly, fitting perfectly. It had a delicate neck that revealed the vulnerable curve of my neck and the sleeves hung low over my shoulders. It hugged my curves at the waist and hip and dropped down in soft, decadent waves.
I’d never worn something like this. Something this delicate and beautiful and sinful.
But heck, maybe I deserved it now.
I walked straight into the room where all the powerful Alphas and even some of the elitists were having a meeting, with Darek sitting at the head of it.
Rhea sat to his right, in full Alpha gear, commanding the room just as much as he did.
Darek, though, was clearly not enjoying the meeting. His eyebrows were scrunched together as I walked in, and he was in the middle of some discussion that was probably very important to the safety of the people of Kargahart. His lips were rapidly moving as he addressed everyone until his eyes met mine. And his, widened in surprise.
It was high time he knew that this wasn’t just his game anymore.
It was also mine.
And I was going to give him the show of his life.