"You son of a b i t c h, you know it was never while I was your mate! I've been faithful to you! I never touched anyone else after you!" Her words jerked at him, he quickly jumped to make eye contact. "Are you calling the mother of the Queen a bitch then?! And if it was before then why are there pups now? Why not before my children came into this world? Here you go, yelling and being aggressive towards me, I'm sick of putting up with it." He growled at her. The way she turned her face into some sort of smolder made him only burn hotter in anger, did she really intend to play this card? Like she wasn't going to end up beaten one way or another?
"There was a time to be angry. That time was when I slept with him, and that time has passed. And yes; you are calling his children bastard leeches for something they cannot control! And you knew. You knew, because I confessed to you. You and the choice to cut the tie, or even just to ignore me. It was only that one d a m n night; will you listen to me! No. Why would I be chasing that title, you tell me! And you have been cold toward me, and now are refusing to see that he was a one-time mistake! I never ran around on you, I swear to h e l l!" He gave a mournful laugh at her, his jaws barely perking to a smile before he shot daggers to her. "I'm calling his children bastard leeches because that is what they are - They're not of royal blood, like me and my children and they were born out of wedlock and whoring. Children of mine are close to the throne, decendants of the royal Bloodline that connects as far back as my fathers father in old lands. Those things, that might I say you have not even named yet out of your own f u c k ing guilt - Or were you just trying to pass it off to me like I'd never see it, will never amount to anything past omega if they even make it as far. The time for being angry is now, as the consequences of your actions have become apart of the equation as of now and you instead of refusing to clean up your mess decided that I need to be punished for what you did!"
"Are you seriously trying to manipulate me? After all that you've said? Yes, I had a fling. Yes, you have been faithful. But I would think you'd at least attempt to be civil toward them. They aren't made to atone for my mistakes and choices and to take punishment for it. If you want to leave, then do it." He stared her down, a tear falling from his eye. Truth be told, he had been disgusted by her. Yet he had some sort of shred of feelings for her still. Was it the tie, or was it him? He didn't care to know. All he knew was that this obsession of her being only his was growing toxic, and she was to blame in his eyes. "They're only a reminder that you slept with some lowlife. This Bristow fellow can raise them, if it truly was such a mistake." He cleared his throat, fixing his posture.
"I remained collected when I saw you had children already. Those were not mine to father, and they were already raised. I didn't sign up for raising another man's bastards, I'm not a caretaker and I'm not raising anything without my blood. So if they will not be let go, then YOU will go and leave my children with me. I'll seek another to nurse them and I'll raise them. They don't need to know their mother was a w h o r e. Leave. I will tell Lucaya of what you've done, and you can take Bristow and his runts with you." He growled deep in his chest, his eyes not leaving her. He knew she'd made her mind up, and his was set too. His jaws took the line in between his teeth with the quickness, his eyes not leaving her. "Whatever feelings I had for you are fading, Daneliay. You chose those two pigs over your mate and legitimate children. You're not even cut out for this place, you're nothing, and you'll continue to be nothing. You're absolutely disposable and pathetic. Get out." His teeth clamped shut, breaking the tie. A cold wash of air fell over him, and a gasp emitted from his jaws before he could look to Daneliya. Pure hatred and disgust filled him instead of that hurting feeling. He jaws pulled back in a snarl.
"Oh sweetheart, oh sweetheart, you're breaking my heart . . ."
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