The Alpha King's Witch Bride

"K– Kaelos..." Madame Greyheart stuttered but wasn't able to get the words out of her mouth as I slightly tightened my grip around her neck.

Any more pressure and I was confident I could snap her neck like a broomstick.

But I held myself back, baring my fangs at her instead. "It's Alpha king to you, Greyheart! You've got some nerve, coming into my office and threatening ME!"

I knew the meaning behind Madame Greyheart's words.

They were the same words she used to coerce me into marrying her deadbeat daughter when I couldn't find my mate.

Meanwhile, as I raised the woman off her seat, Celine squealed. "Y– You're hurting her! Alpha king, I–"

"Hold your tongue before I rip it out of your mouth and beat you to death with it!" I snapped at her, my voice coming out as a guttural growl that boomed around the office, shaking its walls.

Celine shrunk back into her seat, her hand shooting up to her mouth which she covered as she shivered with fear.

I ignored her, fixing my gaze back on her mother who slowly brought her hands to mine.

Suddenly, Madame Greyheart began chuckling dryly, causing my eyebrows to furrow into a frown.

"Even... Even you can't be this stupid, Kaelos." She spat with disdain in her voice. "The second you end my life, my birdies, who knows what you did, will sing. And then... Everyone in this pack and the entire North American region will know how you became the Alpha king."

My eyes twitched when I saw the smug smirk on her face.

Meanwhile, Damon kept barking at me like a rabid dog inside my head. 'Do it! Kaelos, kill the bitch or I'll come out of here and do it myself.'

The fingers that I had wrapped around Madame Greyheart's neck twitched with frustration, but I still didn't let go of her.

At this point, her face was getting pink, her eyes flickering as life was slowly snuffed from her.

However, before I could suffocate her, I grunted, letting go of her and watching as she fell back onto her seat.

Madame Greyheart coughed erratically, wrapping her hands around her throat and sighing in relief.

I watched with irritation as Celine stood from her seat and went to her mother's side, caressing her back and trying to check if she was okay.

"Leave my office." I blurted, looking away from them before I sat, grabbing my bottle of whiskey and turning another glass.

Unfortunately, Madame Greyheart was far from done, swatting Celine's hands away before she got up.

"It seems you've forgotten what's at stake here, Alpha King. I made it clear to you that you should get married to my daughter and then you went behind my back to divorce her?" She hissed, glaring at me.

My patience was already thinner than a thread but I still managed to respond after rubbing my forehead with my fingers. "I didn't 'go behind' your back. My split with Celine was public and never hidden. Besides, she's barren. What use do I have marrying her if she can't give me an heir?"

Celine immediately broke down in sobs, using her hands to cover her face as she did.

Hmph… she wasn't fooling me with her theatrics.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, watching as Madame Greyheart placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder while still staring at me.

"Oh, so the witch you brought in as a wife will be the perfect candidate to give you children, eh?" She asked sternly.

Unbelievable...

I shook my head, scoffing with disdain at the mere thought.

Having a child with Odessa was out of the picture. That was never part of the truce.

"You know, anytime you speak I see where Celine got her unique thinking skills from," I remarked sarcastically, drumming my fingers on my desk while my gaze went from Celine to her repeatedly. "I don't plan on making hybrid babies with Odessa. But I also don't plan on keeping myself tied down to your daughter."

Madame Greyheart remained silent, her gaze cold as she clenched her fists.

I remained silent as well, still drumming the fingers of my left hand while I clutched my glass of whiskey with my right hand.

After what seemed like ages, Madame Greyheart finally spoke up after coughing dryly. "Celine must remain the Luna even after your divorce. And I don't know how you wish to accomplish it, but I feel like it would be wise for you to get rid of the witch as well."

I glared at her, watching as she finally turned her back to me after using her hands to arrange her clothes.

"Come on, Celine. Let's give the Alpha some time to think." Madame Greyheart remarked, gesturing at Celine.

After staring at me reluctantly, Celine used the back of her hand to clean her face and also got up from her chair and scurried after her mother, the two of them walking out of my office and locking the door behind them.

The worst part of this whole thing is that it seemed Celine's mother had come here to stay.

This mansion wouldn't be enough for the both of us if she proves to be a pest while she stays here.

'You should have killed her.' Damon commented mentally, causing me to grip my empty glass until it shattered into several pieces.

I ignored the stinging pain from the glass piercing my skin, using my other hand to clean off the shards of glass.

"Killing her would've been a grave mistake. Especially with everything she has against me." I muttered physically to my wolf, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and damning it all, drinking directly from it this time.

My mind was a storm of emotions, causing me to rub my forehead repeatedly as I tried to get a hold of myself.

For an odd reason that I couldn't even begin to fathom, the only thing or person I could think of in this situation was a certain blonde witch who may or may not be my mate.

'She's our mate, asshole. You're only delusional and delaying the inevitable.' Damon remarked mentally, making it hard to concentrate.

I bit my lips, trying to resist until blood rushed to my cock when I remembered the way we'd kissed the other night.

Unable to hold back anymore, I grabbed my landline and dialed Beta Marcellus' number. "Send Odessa to my office now," I muttered without giving any context.