Alpha Breeder's Revenge

Ophelie

"Pick me! Pick me! I'll surely pleasure you well tonight!" One of the ladies yelled.

"I'll give you your money's worth. The others can't match up to my skills. Pick me instead!" Another yelled, pushing down her body so her breasts were in full display.

And so went on the shouts and yells in the nightclub. It was a sight I was accustomed to, so I paid them no heed. All I really wanted to do was find one of the vacant rooms, and swallow the pills I'd just bought for my headache.

"You," a calm voice called out just then. For some reason, I felt the person was talking to me. I kept on walking, determined to rest before Madam Collete arrived and caught me loitering around instead of serving the customers. She'd turn her face into an ugly scowl, and warn me to behave, else she'd cut down my salary.

"You, Redhead." The same voice called again. There was only one redhead around. Me. I turned slowly to meet the gaze of a young man standing a few steps away from me. He had a haughty expression on his face, barely sparing a second glance at the ladies that were desperately tugging on his arms.

"Me?" I pointed at myself with a frown.

He nodded, a confident smile on his face, his actions seeming to point out that he was doing me a favor. I scoffed.

"I'm not available." I said, and turned to leave.

"How dare you walk away?!" A man-probably his subordinate-thundered, throwing a brief silence around the ladies' ring, and the strip hall. I ignored them, and continued walking. I doubled my pace.

"Stop!" The young man ordered. He soon blocked my path.

"What do you mean by this? I already said I'm not available." I retorted, crossing my arms.

His eyes roamed over my body, then he nodded. "That can be changed. You're the one I've chosen." He grinned.

Nausea enveloped me. "And what am I supposed to do?"

The man from before opened his mouth to speak, but the young man raised his hand, effectively stopping him.

"Name your price." The young man said. I looked at him closely, getting irritated, but still inwardly admitting that he was good looking. His jade-colored eyes held mine, and I subconsciously clenched my fists. His aura surfaced-a green mist shrouding his body-and I narrowed my eyes.

"A werewolf?" I whispered.

His grin broadened, the arrogant look coming back to his eyes.

I shook my head. "My apologies, but–" I began saying, when the shrill voice of Madam Collete interrupted me. Her footsteps were hurried as she came over and pulled me away.

"A word with you, Ophelie," she said aloud, flashing the young man an apologetic look.

Out of earshot, she pushed me roughly, and I stumbled a few steps back into the dark corner.

"Do you know who he is?" She whispered, her voice angry.

I was taken aback. That wasn't the first time I was turning down a customer. In fact, she was the one who enforced the 'girls freedom of rejection' law in the nightclub, so I was surprised to see her acting so scared.

"A werewolf." I replied. I'd seen the young man around. He frequented the club as many times as he could, and was the ladies' favorite. Some of the girls had even offered to pleasure him for free. Those were some of the rumors I'd heard, and I hadn't really bothered enquiring about his identity. He could be a mortal or not, for all I cared.

"He's an Alpha, lass. And from my investigations, he seems to come from a powerful pack." Madam Collete said, a hint of fear in her voice.

"That can't be. I didn't sense any hint of an Alpha aura from him. He looks young too." I shook my head, and moved forward, trying to take a peek in his direction. Broken out of their momentary trance, the ladies were back to shouting and yelling for his attention. I turned my nose up in utter disgust.

"You have to do as he says." Madam Collete said firmly, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

"But–" I tried to argue.

"If you refuse, you'd have to find another place to work. I can't risk drawing the rage of any of the powerful packs." She interrupted me, her voice lowered, but still betraying her annoyance.

I took a deep breath, and headed back in his direction, without saying another word to her.

"Changed your mind?" The young man grinned once more. The urge to smack off that arrogant look from his face filled me, but I held myself back. If Madam Collete's sources were to be trusted and he was truly an Alpha, then hitting him could very well spell my death.

I didn't respond to his question. I stood still, waiting for him to make a move. He gestured at his subordinate and whispered something into his ear. Then he led the way to the VIP corner. I followed closely behind. His room was spacious and soundproof just like all the other rooms in the VIP corner. Once, one of the customers had complained that he felt someone was eavesdropping on him while he was inside. I wasn't sure if that was what prompted Madam Collete to make all the rooms soundproof or not.

The young man bolted the door. "To ensure you wouldn't change your mind once more," he said, when my eyebrows shot up in question.

"My name is Loic." He said.

"I don't care. Let's get started. Do you want a strip dance, or?" I waved my hand in response to his attempt at introduction. My bad impression of him wasn't going to change. I went over to the strip pole in the corner, waiting for his response.

"A strip dance? You're too naive, aren't you?" As he spoke, his aura surged, and the hair on my skin stood on end. A chill crept up my spine, and my eyes narrowed. I backed away. He approached me.

"You're quite a beauty, I must admit. Unfortunately, you've been caught up in the game." He said, not halting even one moment in his steps.

I had a bad premonition. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"What do I mean? I need your bloodline." He grinned. This time, he looked like a descendant of hell, as he whipped out a strange dagger. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the ancient inscriptions on it. I knew what it was, and I knew what'd happen if I came in contact with it.

"M-my bloodline?" My voice barely qualified as a whisper.

"I must applaud your disguising skills. I wouldn't have noticed, but for the star mark on your neck." His smile was cold. He brandished the dagger.

My hand subconsciously rubbed on the side of my neck. "I don't know what you're talking about." My back hit the wall just then, and I let my gaze turn panicky. My eyes darted to the door, my mind whirring into action as I sought a means of escape.

"You don't?" He chuckled. "To tell you the truth, I'm not a fan of bloodshed. But like I told you earlier, I need your bloodline. It's the final step to fully unlocking my powers as the Alpha of my pack." He explained, his eerie voice a sharp contrast to his words.

"The nightclub won't let you get away with this." I gritted my teeth.

"They will. Once they know who you are." His eyes narrowed, and the smile disappeared from his face. "Let's get this done and over with." He declared, raising the dagger. As it descended close to me, my body stilled. The dagger harnessed stronger power than I'd ever felt, forcing my body to tremble at its might.

"Once I take away your essence, I'd finally become the strongest Alpha in the werewolf race. Isn't that right, Demon?" He asked, and I shuddered.

I'd thought he'd been bluffing, trying to test the waters.

Hearing him call me by my identity confirmed that he wasn't joking when he'd said he knew who I was, and had seen through my disguise.

Plea lay on the tip of my tongue, but I refused to say a word. I'd never beg. It was my pride.

"Since you know who I am, no need to pretend anymore, I guess." I scoffed, waving my hand and creating a sharp black gale around myself. The air whistled, and a slight tremor went through the ground, creating a little barrier between me and the pompous werewolf. He watched me silently, and I could've sworn I saw amusement in his eyes.

"Whatever suits you. Queen Ophelie, surely you don't think I am stupid enough to face you without preparation, do you?" He asked, tucking the dagger back into the belt beneath his shirt. I chuckled as he began approaching me.

"You're a werewolf. Unfit to even look into my eyes. Since you dared challenge me, only one of us would step out of that door alive today. And it won't be you." I stretched my hand forward, and gray smoke rose up slowly. It was my most lethal weapon. The poison of death.

If he knew what it was, he didn't show it, instead he continued walking towards me with even more determination than before.

"Oh, Queen Ophelie. How the mighty has fallen. Do you think you're powerful enough to take me down?" He smirked. "Maybe a few years ago, that'd have been possible. But now? Tsk, what a pity." He looked at me, a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"When has a werewolf defeated a demon before?" I sneered.

"How long are you going to pretend for? I know about your injury. I know what you're doing here, in the human realm." He revealed.

My eyes went wide, and I swallowed. I suddenly had a bad premonition. "It doesn't matter. Knowing about my injury doesn't mean you'll defeat me." I boasted.

"Even if I create a circle of chaos?" He asked, smile teasing the sides of his lips.

My heart stood still. "H-how did you know about the circle of chaos?" I asked, trying to connect to my powers. It whirled faster and faster within my chest.

"Should I give you a little hint? Maybe your subordinates aren't so loyal to you after all. And maybe you're going to meet your end today." He shrugged.

"Dream on, Werewolf." I spat, sending a full ball of the gray smoke on my fingers towards him. It flew in his direction with great speed, and just a few inches away from him, it froze in place and dissipated like it was never there.

"I was also told how to defeat you." He bragged. He played with the dagger in his hand.

"Who did?" Anger boiled in my chest. As a demon, I was super familiar with betrayal. But my subordinates were different. They were sworn to me by essence and life. None of them was capable of betraying-

The dagger struck my chest just then, and I gasped. Caught completely off guard by his action, I stumbled a step back.

"Die!" Loic growled, as his arm pushed forward.

I didn't feel pain. Demons never did. Instead, I felt my essence seeping away. My knees caved, and I fell to the ground. He towered above me, a mix of hate and pity on his face.

"I had no choice." I heard him whisper as my eyes shut close. He left the room.

A bright light shrouded me just then, and a cold breeze caressed my weak body.

"Do you want to come over to the other side, or do you wish for a chance to avenge yourself?" A voice asked, the tone breathy and faint. I opened my mouth to speak, but words wouldn't form.

With my final essence gone, my eyes finally closed.

Forever.

My body jolted as I opened my eyes once more.

"Move!" A man growled, as his whip landed on my back. I whimpered, feeling weak. I looked around hurriedly, and my eyes twitched. It was a chilly evening.

Behind and in front of me were different gorgeous girls, dressed in pretty robes. I was, too. As we moved forward in a single file, the shackles around our feet and hands shook. We were bound like slaves.

I frowned. I was already dead.

"The body you possess is a young werewolf of twenty-three." A breathy voice said, and a warm surge flowed through my mind. My head buzzed with the different memories that were rushing into my brain at that moment. When it was finally over, I opened my eyes. I soon realized what was going on.

We were being led to Sanctum– the most powerful pack in the werewolf race. The Alpha was going to select his mate out of either of us. The previous owner of this body had been excited at the news. So excited. Yet, she'd ended up dead. My eyes narrowed. She'd been poisoned. Lost in thought, I didn't notice that we'd arrived at Sanctum, and were in a large hall. It wasn't until a burly man growled "Bow to the Alpha!" I snapped out of my thoughts and examined the surrounding.

The hall was exquisitely designed, the walls stretching high above. The floors were made of marble, and my eyes were drawn to the large and only throne in the middle of the hall. The man seated on it was young. I could tell that much from his body. He was wearing a silver mask, leaving his eyes open. I froze.

Those eyes.

They looked oddly familiar. I'd seen them before. Unwilling to draw attention to myself until I made enough sense of what was going on, I knelt to the floor, mirroring the others.

"You may all rise." The Alpha said. I frowned. His voice was obviously altered. He continued speaking.

"I invited you all here to pick a mate. Thank you for honoring my invitation," he began, and I almost snorted. It wasn't like any of the women there had a choice. Like the previous owner of this body, they'd been dragged out of their homes and shackled to one another. My frown deepened once more. If indeed I had a soul swap with the young lady, that meant she died when I opened my eyes. If that was the case, the poison didn't act up until the men had dragged her out of her home.

I turned my attention back to what the Alpha was saying, while trying to drive my powers. First try didn't work. So did my second and third trials. On the fifth trial, my face was as dark as the surface of lead. It was obvious that my powers as a demon were gone. At the moment, I was a pure werewolf. The realization almost made me fly into panic. That couldn't be.

"Unbound them!" The Alpha commanded with a wave of his hand. He was done speaking. His guards moved to obey. As the shackles dropped from my hands, I stepped out of the ones on my feet.

"Step forward one after the other." He leaned back against his throne, his sharp eyes trained on the space in front of him. I was the fifteenth person in line. I slowly stepped forward after the lady before me returned to her position, but a yell halted my steps. A woman pushed past the guards in front, and ran into the hall. Her eyes were reddened– evidence that she'd been crying

"Alpha, pardon my insolence, but I had no choice." She knelt, her head lowered respectfully.

"Speak." The Alpha merely said.

"Thank you, Alpha. I came to carry the corpse of my daughter, and I hope you forgive us for our carelessness." She went on. My lips curled up. I knew who she was, and her actions made me almost burst out in laughter.

"The corpse of your daughter?" The Alpha questioned in confusion.

"Yes," she nodded, turning her head around. Her eyes landed on me, and she froze. Her body began shaking, as her lips twitched. "Y-you," she gasped, her words failing her. She blinked and her face turned white as if she'd seen a ghost. Well, technically, she had.

I smiled. "Hello, mother."

She fell to the ground, but as expected, she gained her composure almost immediately, and came over to me. She hugged me, and I almost rolled my eyes. All the Oscar award winners would hide their faces in shame at her top notch acting. Seeing her crying and hugging me so passionately would make one think that she cared for me. Her dead daughter had too. Until the moment of her death, she didn't suspect or think that her mother had anything to do with her poisoned drink.

"Adele," she whispered. "You're alive–" her eyes widened upon realizing what she just said. "That's a relief." She let go of me, and moved back to study me once more.

"Are you done?" The cold unfeeling voice of the Alpha sounded at that moment, and she turned a startled look back to him.

"Y-yes, Alpha. I'll get going now." She bowed.

"Well, your trip here isn't wasted. Your daughter is the mate I've chosen." He declared, and anger fleeted across her eyes for a brief moment.

"I'm sorry, but my daughter has no wolf." She said, sounding meek.

Gasps filled the hall, as everyone directed their gazes at me. My face darkened.

"Silence!" The Alpha demanded, and the noise stopped. "I believe whether or not I'll choose your daughter regardless of her status, is my choice to make. My decision still stands."

"Oh, thank you Alpha." She knelt, bowing as many times as possible.

I sneered inwardly.

"Mother," one of the ladies called, and Cayla rose to her feet, going over to her.

"Lead the others out, and bring the maiden to my room." And with that, the Alpha left.

The lady who'd spoken earlier came over to me, her face an ugly mask. "You're really alive." She whispered beneath her breath.

"Shouldn't I be?" I retorted, with narrowed eyes.

"That..."

"You heard the Alpha. Everyone has to leave now." I gave her a cold smile.

"Arrogant! How dare you speak to Margot in that manner?" Cayla's other daughter questioned, her chest heaving. I ignored her. That fanned the flames of her anger. "Y-you...''

"Your daughters must be tired from our journey down here. In fact, I'm baffled at how you managed to catch up with us so quickly, Mother. Were you following us?" I asked, still smiling.

Cayla's eyes narrowed, obviously understanding the meaning behind my words.

"You dare speak to Mother that way? Who do you think–" Margot began, when her mother pulled her away.

"Let's go." She said, leading the way out of the hall.

They'd barely left, when three servants came into the hall. "Please, come with us." They said to me.

I followed their lead out of the hall, and down the large hallway, while discreetly looking around. I had to admit that everything was beautiful. Chandeliers hung up on the ceiling, casting warm golden lights around. I tried striking up a conversation with one of the servants, but none of them would speak to me.

"I'm certain you're so excited, aren't you?" A woman asked in a kind voice as we stepped into a large room. Bathroom, I soon realized, as I looked around closely. A bathtub with bubbling water was at the far end of the room. The woman who'd spoken was seated on a chair, her face loosened in a smile that matched her voice. Although she looked advanced in years, the features on her face betrayed the hint of the beauty she held in her youthful years. Her hair was held up in a bun, and she was wearing a dress that looked the same as the ones the servants were wearing.

"Excited?" I repeated.

"Of course. The Alpha has chosen you to bear his kids. It's an honor." Her smile grew.

I was irritated by her words. To bear his kids? Was I some sort of baby machine?

Oblivious to my anger, she went on. "If you bear him a son, your prestige in Sanctum and the werewolf race will surely grow." She turned to the other servants, and clapped her hands. "Get to work." She instructed.

An hour later, I was seated on a large king-sized bed, my legs pressed together. The servants had dressed me up in a white nightgown, and packed my hair up with ornate accessories. My body smelt good. Prior to my arrival into the room, someone had decorated the bed with petals, and I couldn't help but feel like a wife on her first night.

"Stupid," I muttered.

The door opened just then, and the Alpha walked in. He wasn't wearing his mask, and he'd changed into a silk shirt and pants. He walked fully into the room, and as his face came into the light, I stiffened.

"You?" My surprise gave in to anger, and my body trembled.

"Do you know me?" He frowned.

My rage mounted. The man who'd walked into the room was none other than the man who'd killed me.

Alpha Loic.

Ophelie

I reined in my emotions, and forced a smile. "Everyone has heard of the strongest Alpha in the entire werewolf race." I bowed my head. When I straightened up, the frown on his face had given way to an arrogant smile.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Oph–" I opened my mouth to say, but quickly corrected myself. "Adele, my Lord."

"Adele," he repeated. "And how old are you?"

"Twenty-three." I replied, my anger almost choking me. There was nothing I wanted more than to suck the life out of him, then burn his body a hundred times over. But I knew I couldn't be reckless. I'd been given a chance by the Spirit goddess, and I was going to get my revenge.

He was about to continue speaking, when my face turned red, and I feigned illness. "My Lord, I'm already weak from my journey down here. If it pleases you, may I rest tonight?" I injected the right amount of fear into my voice.

As expected, he nodded. "Alright. There won't be any room for excuses tomorrow. You may leave. The maids will show you to your room." He said dismissively.

When he wasn't looking, I glared at him, then hurriedly left the room. A maid was waiting outside. Her face was emotionless, and she asked no questions, instead turning around to lead the way. We'd barely began walking, when someone blocked our path. She was a beautiful woman, her features ethereal. Her lips however were tightly pressed against each other. The maid beside me lowered her head in a bow.

"You're the maiden Alpha Loic picked during the mate selection?" She asked, her tone hostile. I was taken aback. I was certain I'd never met her before. In my past life, and present one.

"Answer me." She demanded.

I nodded. "Yes. I am Adele." I introduced.

She sneered. "Keep your name to yourself. I have no interest in learning about a lowlife like you. I came to give you a fair warning." Her eyes narrowed, as she closed in the space between us. I stood my ground.

Probably surprised by my lack of reaction, the annoyance on her face doubled. "Do you know who I am?" She questioned.

"I don't." I replied. I was being honest.

Her fury mounted. "Fool!" She rasped. "I am Alpha Loic's woman. And I'd advise you to know your place. Your only job here is to bear a child for the Alpha. If you ever overstep your boundaries, I'd kill you myself." She threatened.

"Overstep my boundaries?" I repeated in a cold voice. I'd never been the one to let others step over me. And I wasn't going to start now. "Is that the Alpha's orders?" I retorted.

She slapped me, the crisp sound echoing in the hallway. "How dare you?"

I chuckled softly. "Are you threatened by me?"

Her chest heaved, and she looked ready to explode. I gave her no room.

"I'm tired, and I want to rest. If there's nothing else–" I gestured at the maid who had a horrified expression on her face, her body trembling.

"Did I permit you to leave?" She pulled me back, her hand holding mine firmly. "Listen carefully. I have the power to make your stay in Sanctum a horrible one. Do well to stay out of my way, else..." she let the word hang.

"Is that a threat?" I asked, my face closing up. Her lips curled up in a mirthless smile.

"Why'd I threaten the Alpha's breeder?" She crossed her arms.

"You didn't stop me just to utter a few words, did you?" I asked.

She laughed. "Smart. I like dealing with smart people. I want you to leave." She ordered.

"What?"

"Leave Sanctum. You're not fit to be anywhere close to Alpha's bed." She sneered once more.

"Is that right?" I questioned. She had to be joking. If I left Sanctum, I'd have no way to avenge my death and enact pain on Alpha Loic. I'd not leave until I was done. "And if I refuse?" I asked.

"You can't. If you don't leave, I'm going to make you." She warned, and strutted down the hallway.

The maid was still looking horrified when I turned back to her.

"You talked back to Astrid?" She whispered in a shaky voice. I rolled my eyes.

"What? Is she a divine being?" I mocked.

"You don't understand. Astrid is the Alpha's woman. She is the soon-to-be Luna. If she orders for your execution, the only one who can save you is the Alpha." The maid explained.

"Thank you for your concern. Lead me to my room." I requested. The maid shook her head, but said nothing more.

My room wasn't as large as the Alpha's, but it was bigger than the room I had in my previous life. This one was painted in a warm tone of purple and white. The bed was queen-sized, and the floor was covered with a furry rug. I rushed to the oval shaped mirror, and gasped when I saw my face. Adele was beautiful. Her eyes were chartreuse green, and her long platinum hair fell down her shoulders. Her face was almost flawless but for the dark circles beneath her eyes. Her body wasn't bad either.

"Not bad, not bad," I muttered, turning around to examine her body properly.

"Can you stop turning around? I'm feeling dizzy." A soft voice said. I jumped.

"Who's there?" I asked, looking around warily.

"Oh, stop being silly. I'm inside you." The feminine voice said again, and my brows shot up.

"Inside me?" I frowned.

"That's right. My name is Clio. I'm your wolf." She introduced, and I gasped.

"But that's impossible. Adele had no wolf. Even if she did..." I paused, feeling guilty at my thoughts. If she had a wolf, the wolf would have died with her. It made no sense that hers was still alive and kicking.

"Adele had no wolf. Well, I was supposed to be her wolf, but unfortunately, the poison suppressed me, making me unable to move. I don't know the details, but I'm sure your soul swap with her finally loosened the shackles binding me." Clio explained.

"You know that I had a soul swap with her?" I asked in surprise.

"Duh. Of course, I do." She replied in a tone that made me picture a wolf rolling its eyes.

I recalled her words, and frowned once more. "You said something about poison. What do you mean?" I asked.

Clio was quiet for a moment. "Adele was being poisoned by her mother. The poison wasn't meant to kill her, but me. Her wolf. The night she died, I was supposed to go along with her, but your soul saved me." She divulged. I swallowed.

To think there'd be such a mother in the world who'd poison her daughter's wolf, and poison her daughter to death.

Disgusting.

"I agree." Clio said.

"You can hear my thoughts?" I questioned.

"I can. I won't blame you for not knowing. You haven't been a werewolf before, have you?" Clio asked.

I didn't respond. "I wonder what Cayla and her daughters' motives were for killing Adele." I mumbled instead.

"Isn't that obvious? To allow either of her daughters to take Adele's place. Adele was her father's favorite before his death." Clio said, and I nodded. I read that from her memories.

I sank down on my bed, exhaustion setting in once more. Even though I never knew Adele, her death was the reason I was now alive. And I was going to avenge her death too. The world had no place for scums like Cayla and her daughters.

"Can I see you?" I asked.

"You can. Will it in your mind, and say, 'I wish to see Clio.'" She instructed.

I did just that, and found myself in a lush forest with low mountains around. Clouds hung up in the sky. Close to where I was standing was a huge white-furred wolf. Her eyes twinkled.

"You're Clio?" I breathed.

She shook her body, perhaps aiming for a shrug. I chuckled. Clio was a pretty yet domineering wolf. The aura she gave off was strong. She approached me, and lowered her head to nudge my chest.

"You're beautiful." I whispered.

"I know." She replied, and I laughed.

"I wish to return." I requested, and the world before me blurred. When it cleared once more, I found myself sitting on the bed, in the same position. "Wow." I breathed.

"Impressed, no?" Clio giggled.

I didn't respond. I raised my hands, willing my powers to return. Nothing happened. Perhaps sensing my sadness, Clio took on a softer voice.

"You can become a demon once more." She said.

My eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes." She sounded sad.

"How?"

"You have to kill me." She whispered. I froze.

"Kill you?"

"Yes. That way, your powers as the Demon Queen will return." She divulged.

"You know that I'm the Demon Queen?" I gasped.

"I can read your past memories too, Queen Ophelie." She replied.

"I want my powers back, but I can't kill you." I shook my head. I'd barely known Clio but I felt a close bond between us. It was–

I didn't know how to explain it, but I liked the wolf.

"That's the only way." I heard her say.

My shoulders drooped, and I was crestfallen. This was all the fault of that bastard.

"I won't kill you, Clio." I assured her.

"You won't?" She asked, her voice skeptical.

"I won't."

"Thank you. For your safety, I think it's best to pretend that your wolf is still dormant." She advised. I nodded. That was my intention too.

I stood up and went over to the window, watching the stars. After Loic's death, I'd return to my position.

The door opened, cutting through my thoughts. I whirled around to see Margot standing at the entrance with a look that could kill. She was still putting on the robe she'd been wearing.

"How did you get in?" I asked in a calm manner.

She scoffed. "I just had to tell them that I was the sister of the Alpha's breeder. You're enjoying this, aren't you? After everything Mother did for you, is this the way to repay her?" She walked fully into the room.

"I don't understand. Did I force the Alpha to choose me?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my voice.

She burst out. "Shut up! You're going to go back to the Alpha, and tell him you're unfit for this position. Then you'd tell him to choose me or Marlowe." She crossed her arms as if daring me to say otherwise.

The previous owner of this body would've cowered in fear. In her desperation to win her sisters and mother's favor, she'd turned into their puppet. I almost cringed at her memories, but at the same time, I felt pity for her too.

"Are you mad?" I retorted, still remaining calm.

"What did you just say?" Margot's eyes widened.

"Oh, I can see you're equally deaf. I'll repeat my question. Margot. Are you mad?" I asked.

"When did you start talking back to me? Who gave you the guts?" Finally regaining her voice, she snapped.

"I should be asking you that question. After all, you're the one who barged into my room, threatening me. I ask again, are you mad?" I leaned against the window sill, watching her.

She walked towards me, hand raised in preparation for a slap.

"You won't dare." I spat coldly, and she froze in place. Fear crossed her eyes for a moment, then it gave way to anger. She moved back. "Mother must know about this. It seems your new status has made you forget your place as an Omega. I'll be back." She threatened.

My calm demeanor vanished, and I straightened. "I will be waiting."

She regarded me for a moment, as if debating if she should hit me or not. Then she turned around, and breezed out of my room.

I remained in my position after she was gone. "Clio," I whispered. "The battle has begun." A cold glint crossed my eyes.