Alexander really wasn’t in the mood to deal with Rhee’s half-assed bullshit this evening. The other alpha (or beta bitch, as Alexander continued to refer to him as) was growing increasingly deranged as the weeks and months slipped on by, and Alex couldn’t help but wonder how much further Rhee would push himself and test the limitations both of mankind and the kingdoms of Ronsanella before the world came crashing down on him. Being reckless and bloodthirsty would only end with Rhee in a messy grave, sinking to his own death far too prematurely. Is this what would have happened to Alex if he had strayed down the path of wicked? Is this how his life would have become if he had chosen to divulge himself in something other than vengeance through justice after his mother’s death? Some might have said that Alex and Rhee were two sides of the same coin; that they were constantly spinning and twirling around one another, blurring the lines between what was right and what was wrong.
But Alex knew...he knew that they were alike only in what they could have been. Not who they were.
“My bitch’s room?” Alexander managed, the corners of his lips twitching. His heart was racing at an alarming rate, and each moment that passed in Rhee’s presence proved to be a greater and greater struggle of denying himself from shifting into his true form. He showed his teeth and gave a quick bark of laughter, then reached into his side and unsheathed his dagger. He gazed at it closely, as if he were inspecting the craftsmanship, as he drawled-- “It’s adorable, how easily you think you’d have access to her again.” He twirled the hilt of the dagger once in his hands, angling his body to gaze at Rhee head on.
His body was thrumming with anger, but he forced all of those sensations to simmer down as he gazed at the monster before him. If Alex was going to get what he needed out of this, then he’d have to play his cards right. He couldn’t break down and let his true colors show; not when so many of his potential alliances hung on the precipice of something more. Rhee had the potential to ruin some of Alexander’s most carefully crafted plans and they both knew it. Alex and Rhee could easily be the ruin of each other, and Alexander sure as fucking hell hoped Rhee was as aware of this as he was. So he tried to ignore the sickening feeling in his gut as Rhee spoke so condescendingly of Maddox; his instincts to protect that omega were at an all time high, as well. And when Rhee dared to speak Antonio’s name, Alexander felt his blood run cold. His first instinct was to protect his pack; always his pack. They were his family--they were all he’d ever had.
“I’m afraid I haven’t had much time,” Alexander managed, his lips forced into a tight smile as he spoke. He thumbed the edge of his dagger, and in an offhand manner, added-- “Celine sends her regards, of course.”
Sighing and stepping forward, he twirled his dagger until the edge just barely brushed against the ends of Rhee’s hair. He had no intention of using the weapon on him, but it was entertaining all the while. His voice low, Alex’s eyes locked onto Rhee’s. In their close proximity, just barely loud enough to be heard, Alexander said--
“I bet she’d love having this used on her, wouldn’t she? Most sadistic bitches get off on stringing people up like ribbons in the bedroom. I could ask her the next time we have a rendezvous, in case you’re too much of a pussy to confront her about it yourself.” He pulled the dagger away and, without breaking Rhee’s gaze, placed it back in its sheath. Refusing to tear himself away, he lifted his hand and patted Rhee’s cheek once.
“Before you speak about what would drive me mad, pup, you might want to consider that you arrived at that station far, far before myself.”
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