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.