Witch Princess (Reborn to Kill)

Lia's Point of View:

I could hear my breath like it wasn't mine. I took the stairs hastily, with my heart beating rapidly. My eyes glittered, but I refused to let the tears fall. I reached the room, and his bed servant opened the door. I entered.

There he was, covered by the bed curtains, with his subjects surrounding him-Morgan, my mate; my best friend, Cheryl; my nanny, Barry; and other trusted subjects of my father.

I slowly approached the bed, shaking. I opened the curtains of his bed-the same curtains that he loved so much because my mother had designed them before her death. The same room that held so many memories. It was the same room I was so scared to see my father in.

He lay on the bed, pale and lifeless, all beauty gone. He was stiff, showing that he had been dead for some hours. They had arranged his body properly on the bed. My legs gave out, and I slumped to the ground, crying helplessly.

"Dad... Dad..." I cried, but there was nothing I could do. He was gone, and I could only weep in sorrow. I was now an orphan.

Morgan howled, signaling the death of the Alpha of the Wildwood Pack-my father.

As he howled, the others joined in, while I mourned my loss.

"That's enough. We need to lay the Alpha to the ground," Morgan said immediately after the howl.

I sniffed, raising my head to look at him. My eyes widened at the change in atmosphere. What was this? Everyone was staring at me with an expression I usually saw but not from them-the expression I hated to see...

Anger. Hate. Disgust.

Why would they look at me that way?

I swallowed. "I need more time-"

"Take him," Morgan ordered the men, interrupting me.

I stood up. "I said-"

"What you said doesn't matter," Morgan said.

I blinked. "What?"

He scoffed. "Do you think you are now the Alpha of the pack since your father is dead?" he asked me.

I looked at him, confused. "It is only right that I am going to rule the pack. Wait, I don't understand. Why are you saying this?"

He chuckled. "You must be stupid to think anyone would let you rule this pack. Nobody wants you. You are a weak omega. How can you rule over a bunch of strong, able betas? Even omegas don't want you to rule them. Stop dreaming and wake up," he said harshly.

I looked at him, surprised. This was Morgan-my mate-who stood by me, protected me, and never judged me.

I am the only child of Alpha Bryan. I am an omega, and my mother was a witch who died while giving birth. Because of this, I was hated by my people. The only ones who did not judge me or hate me were my father and them.

So why this behavior?

Or was I mistaken?

"Morgan, why are you acting this way? What is wrong with you? You are my mate, you are always at my side, supporting me. Why are you saying all these harsh words? My father just died; I am yet to recover from the day, and you are talking about ruling the pack. If I don't rule the pack, who else?" I said, confused.

"You are staring at the person who is going to rule the pack," he said.

I raised a brow. "Of course, you will rule the pack; being my mate qualifies you," I said.

"Being your mate," he scoffed. "It is not a qualification but an insult. You are not going to be my Luna. I have found a more deserving person to take that role." He stretched his hand to Cheryl, my best friend, my better half, who I told everything to. We have been friends for as long as I can remember.

She walked majestically to Morgan, and he wrapped his hand around her. "She will be my Luna."

I shook my head. "This must be a nightmare. You people are all I have," I turned to the nanny. "Tell them," I said.

She looked at me with disgust and spat. "I always didn't like you but had to pretend because of the Alpha. How dare you try to be happy? You are a disgrace to the werewolf clan. You don't deserve to live," she yelled at me and pushed me.

I fell to the ground, emotionally weakened by what they said. I forced myself to stand up. "N... Nanny," my voice broke. She had been taking care of me since birth. How could everything be an act?

"Don't you come close to me," she warned.

I turned to my father's beta, Mister Brace. "Sir..."

"I am in support of them," he said. "You shouldn't have been born."

I scoffed in disbelief. "Then why did you all pretend to care and love me? Why did you pretend to be on my side?" I screamed in anger.

Morgan scoffed. Leaving Cheryl's side, he came to me and grabbed my chin roughly. "Why else? If not for the fact that you are the Alpha's daughter, we would have all killed you the first day we met you," he said, breaking my heart.

Tears fell like rivers. I knelt before him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for being born," I cried.

My dad is gone. All my people already hate me. They were all I had. Even if it was fake, there must have been something good they felt for me, even if it was pity. They were the reason I was content and happy. They were the reason my dad died satisfied that I would be cared for.

"Can you..." I cried, clutching onto his feet, "just keep me by your side? Even if it isn't as a Luna, any position by your side-I would take it," I begged. I was desperate for belonging, love, attention, and want. It was something I had always searched for-a place to call home. If they turned their backs on me, what would become of me?

My father was already gone. They were my only hope, the only ones I loved and who were supposed to love me.

Morgan kicked me in my tummy. I groaned, moving away from him.

"You are so pathetic. That's why no one will ever love you. You are not meant to be loved; you are meant to be hated and discarded," Morgan said harshly.

I couldn't believe my ears. I stood up. "Did you ever love me?" I asked.

"No," he said without hesitation.

Cheryl chuckled. "Nobody did. We all pretended. You were an open target, so we used you."

"Now, there is no need to hide or pretend. We can finally get rid of you without having any worries," Morgan said to me. This time, I could see the hate, anger, and urge to kill in his eyes. They all wanted me dead. They were slowly approaching me with an obvious evil agenda.

I quickly took to my heels, running as fast as I could from them, from the palace. I could hear their footsteps walking gently toward me.

Why? Despite my running, they were still a mile away. I ran into the crowd filled with our pack, who were mourning my father. They all looked at me with the same eyes. Everyone I passed hit me in different ways. The more I walked past them, the more they used different things on me. By the end of my running, I was filled with my blood, my body covered with wounds.

I fell weakly. They all gathered around me, including my mate, best friend, and nanny-all the ones I once loved and who once loved me. They surrounded me with smiles on their faces. Yet I held a bit of hope that one out of many wanted me alive. I was such a fool. Even when I felt my witch powers, I subdued them for their sake. I did everything to have their love, but instead, I got hate, evil, and the pain of the world.

Morgan smiled. "I want you to die a painful death, not an easy one." He turned to the people. "With her death, we will get rid of the only thing that is scorned in our pack," he smirked. "Let's kill her slowly," his voice deepened.

They began killing me. Some cut parts of my body while I screamed in pain. Others took hot oil or hot iron and used it on my skin. I cried in pain. They used all wicked methods but made sure it wasn't on a vital area that could easily kill me. By the time they were done, I was filled with agonizing pain and was breathing harshly.

Morgan squatted. "I guess it's time to end your pathetic life," he laughed.

He took his sword and gave it to the nanny, who used it to stab me in my leg. I could not feel anything anymore, only making painful sounds. There is a level of pain where you won't be able to cry. Each of them I loved stabbed me. The last person was Morgan.

"Goodbye, my mate. I will rule your pack very well," he said and stabbed me in the heart.

I gasped. It was then that the love and hope I had disappeared. They never loved me. I was used, hated, and given pain for the love I gave. I was filled with anger. I lived my life pleasing them, hiding myself, my witch powers, for them. But this was what I got in return. Vengeance was what I sought. Anger surged through my veins as I stared at Morgan's happy face. Moon goddess, Mom, Dad, I can't die like this, letting all these people have their way. I can't die this way, I thought with my last breath. I don't want to die.

I shut my eyes, embraced by death.

I saw a white light and a hand stretch toward me. Without a second thought, I grabbed it, and my pain ceased.

With a gasp, I opened my eyes. I heard music and laughter from distant people. I closed my eyes and opened them again. I was at a party, and the scene looked familiar. I gasped. Could it be true? I had heard tales of reborn people, but I never thought it was true. If I am not mistaken, I was on my father's birthday, which was weeks ago before his death. I smirked, my eyes glittering. I was filled with anger and hatred for the people, for this world.

I was done trying to be the heroine. I couldn't care less if I was the villain. I was ready to give the world all the hatred they gave me, doubled on every pain I received. I was not here to find love or acceptance like I did in my past life. I was reborn to kill. Kill everyone. That is my aim.

Lia's point of view:

The music got louder, and so did the cheers. If I am not mistaken, my father should still be alive. I stood up from my chair, surrounded by fake friends - people who wanted to use me to be more influential or get something. This was how they behaved from time to time. The only difference between them and Cheryl is that they don't pretend to be nice to me. They show me their dislike and would often insult me and hit me. They were part of Cheryl's people. Cheryl, who was my best friend. How did I not know of her lying nature? She would bring her friends to ridicule me then pretend to come to my rescue, and I would see her as the hero.

I rolled my eyes. They were not my problem right now. I would deal with them, but at this moment, I badly wanted to see my father. My hands were shaking out of excitement.

As I turned to leave, one of the girls held me. "Where are you going? Have you forgotten that we are together today for the party?" She said to me, while looking at me like I was a disgusting object.

I glared at her and removed my hands. I was beginning to get angry again, but I stopped myself from saying anything. I wanted to see my father first.

I pushed her out of my way and left, going to the place that I could remember my father was sitting.

"My darling princess," I heard the familiar voice of my father, with the name he always calls me. My heart raced. I turned to face him, tears immediately gathered in my eyes.

There he was standing with some of his trusted Betas, his eyes on me. You could see that he was holding onto his life. There was a hint of weakness because of the illness, but as an Alpha, he was still physically strong.

I ran and hugged him, crying like a baby. "Dad," I cried.

"Who caused my princess to cry this much?" He frowned, hugging me and patting my back. "Tell me who it is, and I will deal with the person mercilessly," he assured me and added, "Did they call you names again?" he asked me, frowning.

I smiled. That was my past life, Dad, crying every time I felt hurt by the names they called me. From today, I will deal with anyone that calls me names.

"Come on, my princess, don't cry. Your tears break my heart," he said to me.

I withdrew from the hug and wiped my tears. "I am fine, Dad. Seeing you, has given me joy. You are the only joy in my life," I said to him.

"That's not true. You have Cheryl, Morgan, Nanny Barry, you have other people that would bring unending joy," he said.

I almost scoffed. Those evil people. They brought unending pain to me till death. "I guess so," I said, smiling at my Dad.

My Dad kissed my forehead. "You should join the others while I make some decisions as an Alpha to these people," he whispered to me.

"But are you not supposed to be enjoying your party? It's your birthday," I frowned.

He only smiled and joined them. It's not like I don't have an idea why he was with them. I only pretended not to know.

What he was doing was exactly like I am going to do at my father's party. I plan to seek revenge from today, regardless that it's my father's party.

I walked away, going to the seat I left. I could see the girls glaring at me. They must be angry that I left like that. I smirked.

There were four girls: Barney, Mercy, Marvel, and Scarlett.

Scarlett was the first to react. She stood up. "Hey, were you blind? Didn't you see us? Why did you leave?" She glared at me.

"I left because I wanted to," I said with a smile, then walked slowly to her. There was no doubt that she was among the people that killed me. They all were. I clenched my fist in anger.

She scoffed. "Wow, you must be crazy."

Marvel stood up. "How dare you speak to a Beta in such a manner-"

Before she could finish speaking, I slapped her, drawing the attention of everybody.

I smiled at her shocked face. "What did you say to me, Marvel?" I asked her.

The rest of the girls stood up, completely baffled.

I grabbed her chin roughly. "A Beta?" I laughed. They looked at me like I had gone mad.

"What if you are a Beta? What difference does it make? To me, you are like everyone who is beneath me, a nobody compared to me," my grip tightened.

Barney pushed me away from Marvel. "Hey! Be careful with your words, you little witch!" She cursed.

In my past life, I would feel bad because I wanted to be known as a werewolf, not a witch. But right now, I am happy to be known as a witch.

"Yes, I am a witch and a powerful one!" I screamed out.

Nobody ever spoke of my mother, because of their hate for witches. Well, I will start from today.

"Have you forgotten?" I asked her with a smile. "My mother was a very powerful witch, a princess in her hometown, if I can remember the tales my dad told me. She was unstoppable," I smirked, looking at the eyes of everyone who stared at me with anger, hatred, disgust. It was the same stare I received to my death.

I laughed. "You are just a beta, but I..." I smiled, and walked closer to Barney. I leaned and whispered, "I am a witch that can transform your werewolf form into the weakness and most scorned, a wolf-less omega who you hate," I said to her.

When I stared at her face, I saw the expression I wanted, even if it was like a flash of light. It was what I desired to unleash on them. Fear.

She staggered back, as if hit with something. She looked away before regaining herself. She glared at me. "You can't hurt me," she smirked. "Your mother might have been a powerful witch, but you aren't. You have never practiced witchcraft. How would you have any powers?"

I laughed. "That's where you are wrong. Just as you felt your wolf form and transformed at a certain age without practicing, that is how it works for me too."

Her smirk turned into a horrified face. I was about to put them in the place they belonged when Nanny Barry came to me. It was obvious someone told her about what was happening.

"Lia! What are you doing!" She screamed at me, hurrying to me.

I scoffed.

"Don't you know that speaking this way would only make people hate you more?" Nanny Barry said to me with a frown.

I scoffed. "Hate?" They never stopped hating me. It made no difference in what I do.

This was the fake act she put on, to make me do as she pleases.

"Who are you to speak to me?" I said to her.

She blinked rapidly. "Lia, I am your Nanny. How can you speak to me like that?" she said, pretending to be hurt.

I remembered how she stabbed me without blinking an eye. "You are just a Nanny, stop behaving like someone important," I said to her. She was an omega, but she could transform into her werewolf form at any time, though it was not as strong as a Beta.

Nanny Barry glared at me. "Lia! Where are your manners!"

I slapped Nanny Barry and pushed her; she fell on a table of food.

The crowd gasped, the music stopped. If I had not gotten the total attention of everybody, I would have by now.

"Lia, you are going too far," Mercy spoke out.

I turned to her, glaring. "I am yet to start. This is just a preview of what to expect from today. I will crush anyone the way I please. If you are unhappy about it, kill me," I said.

I knew that they won't, unless my father is dead, and before then, I will kill them all.

Nanny Barry stood up. "Lia! Do you think you won't be punished for this? I have been so good to you. How dare-"

I took a table knife from the ground and stabbed her in the leg. She screamed in pain, falling down from the impact.

This is for the stab. Expect more.

"A Nanny should know when to stop. I am the Alpha's Daughter!" I screamed. "Yet you speak to me like someone lower than you," I said with a smile. "This is a warning," I smirked.

"Princess," I heard my father's voice.

I turned to him; he was looking surprised, of course he would be.

There was not a time that I have been violent since I was born, always been a good girl. Well, that girl was killed by the wickedness of her loved ones.

I am her shadow, the one who was born as a result of their evil.

I waited for him to say something. He only looked at me then said, "Let's go home," he smiled at me and stretched his hand.

I was about to take it when I heard...

"She is showing off because her father, a half-breed like her, deserves death," Scarlett said.

Anger surged through me, and I activated my witch powers, using my powers to kill her at that spot.

Everyone gasped as her lifeless body fell down like a log of wood.

I breathed heavily.

The silence that followed her death was deafening.

Everyone's eyes were on me, staring.

I looked up. Since they think that I deserve death then I will act like someone deserving of death.

Lia's Point of View

This was the first person I had ever killed. It was a shock to everyone-except me. I knew what I was reborn to do. After a few minutes, people began to comprehend what I had just done.

"Lia-" my dad looked at me, his mouth agape, as though I wasn't his daughter anymore. Disbelief was written all over his face. His eyes darted between me and Scarlett's lifeless body, as if to confirm that I had killed her. He reached out and touched her still body, searching for a response. There was none.

The crowd erupted in whispers, murmurs filling the air like the hum of distant thunder. I stood there with a smile, savoring the moment. I had taken a step closer to my ultimate plan.

You might be thinking I plan to kill everyone in the pack since they all killed me. But I won't. I will kill many, though. Enough to show them that I am not to be trifled with. I will be merciless. I tried to rule in peace before, and they murdered me. Now, I will make them suffer.

My father dragged me away from the scene, his grip firm. He didn't care that his birthday party had ended in chaos. He was more concerned about what I had done-and the person I had become.

If you're wondering why I ruined my father's party, my answer is simple: Look around. Do you think those people are happy he's still alive? Are they truly celebrating him, or are they here for appearances? Everyone is a pretender. You can't trust anyone. Words, smiles, gestures-all lies. Why bother pleasing people who don't deserve it?

But more importantly, I remembered this same event in my past life. It was the day I was humiliated beyond measure. Cheryl's friends had mocked me cruelly, and when my father arrived, he dismissed it as harmless fun. He was an Alpha, yet he failed to see what I, naive and trusting, could not.

Inside the palace, my father turned to me abruptly. "What was that out there? Did you just kill someone? Why?"

I stared at him, unflinching. "You were there. You heard what she said," I replied.

He frowned. "Does that warrant death?"

"She said I deserved to die because I was a half-breed. So I decided she deserved death for saying those words," I said calmly.

He looked at me, struggling for words. "Why? Do you think my judgment was wrong?" I pressed.

His silence spoke volumes. I leaned in. "Let me ask you this: If she had been given the chance to kill me, would she have hesitated? Would she have let me go?"

My father blinked, his expression pained. He knew the answer.

"But she's your friend. They're all your friends," he said weakly.

"They are not my friends!" I screamed, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Do you even know what friendship means?"

I bit my lip, forcing myself to stop. Thinking about it would only dredge up the painful memories of my death. Friendship. What a joke.

"Those women are not friends. Friends don't treat each other the way they did," I said, sighing.

I explained myself because my father deserved an answer. If it had been anyone else questioning me, they'd already be dead. "I'm tired of hearing hateful words from people," I said, turning away.

When I reached my room, I found Cheryl and Morgan waiting for me. I mentally rolled my eyes, bracing for their pretentious show of concern.

"What happened?" Cheryl asked, rushing toward me.

I forced a smile. "What did you hear?"

"It's ridiculous, so I want to hear it from you," she said.

I smirked. "I killed her using my witch powers."

Her eyes widened. "Did she try to hurt you? Why? I mean-"

"Enough," I interrupted. "I killed her because I felt she deserved it."

I glanced at Morgan. His face mirrored Cheryl's shock.

"What do you want?" I asked, my tone cold.

Morgan stepped forward, his voice soft. "Lia, what did she do? She must have made you angry."

I stared at him, refusing to answer. If I didn't know his true intentions, I might have confided in him.

Cheryl tried again. "What about Nanny Barry? I heard you stabbed her in the leg."

I smiled darkly. "Oh, I almost forgot about that. Everyone was so focused on Scarlett's death that I didn't give it much thought. Did she bleed to death?"

Cheryl scoffed. "No, she didn't die-"

"There's no need to answer," I cut her off. "She has people to rescue her."

Morgan moved closer, his eyes filled with false pity. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

I flinched at his words, the mate pull tugging at me. But the memories of his betrayal were stronger.

"You don't need to protect me. I hurt them, not the other way around," I said coldly.

"Lia!" Cheryl suddenly screamed, her voice filled with anger.

I turned to her, feigning confusion. "Why are you yelling?"

"You killed Scarlett! And now you act so indifferent about it?" she yelled, stepping closer.

Cheryl grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin. "You have to apologize to Scarlett's family and accept punishment for your crime!"

I yanked my arm free, scoffing. "Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?"

Morgan stepped between us. "Cheryl's not wrong, Lia. You killed a pack member. That's not something to take lightly. You should apologize and accept your punishment. And Nanny Barry-she's been with you since birth, but you stabbed her?"

Their voices grated on me. I was done listening.

"Leave," I said coldly.

Morgan hesitated. "Are you asking us to leave your room?"

"Yes."

They followed me as I walked out, like lambs to the slaughter.

When we reached the palace hall, Cheryl's voice rang out, drawing everyone's attention.

"Lia, don't be such an evil person!" she shouted. "You killed a good warrior-a Beta loved by all. How can you be so heartless?"

I smirked. "You're pathetic," I said.

"What?" Cheryl gasped.

Before she could say more, Scarlett's mother lunged at me, choking me.

"Give me back my daughter!" she screamed.

A twisted smile spread across my face as I let her strangle me. Then, with a flick of my hand, I pushed her away, lifting her into the air.

"You deserve to be punished for giving birth to Scarlett," I said, my voice dripping with malice.

Her mate transformed, lunging at me. My powers surged, transforming me into my full witch form. My hair turned white, my eyes red, and the hall trembled as if the earth itself feared me.

"You make me laugh," I said. "I've changed my mind. I want you both dead."

They screamed as their bodies contorted, blood pouring from every orifice. The room fell silent as their lifeless bodies hit the floor.

I turned to the crowd, announcing, "I am going to fully embrace being a witch."

Finally, I faced Morgan. "Because of everything... I, Lia Bryan, reject you, Morgan, as my mate."

His fury was palpable. He must have thought I'd never leave him.

What a joke.