Rise of the Rejected Luna - Chapter 128

Chapter 128: _Threats And Promises
(Warning: Disturbing Graphics Ahead)

Rowland glanced at me as Elsa and her father continued bickering outside the room we were in.

It seemed they were only a few rooms away.

“You know, it would be really cool if we’re able to fish them out in the dark,” Rowland muttered with a mischievous tone, giving me a wink.

I knew what he was implying.

“I don’t like unnecessarily using my magic, Rowland. You should know that.” I blurted, walking toward the door and placing my hand on the doorknob.

However, before I could open it, Rowland sniggered. “Right. Yet, you were able to use it to take out the power in the entire pack house so you could save your rejected Luna girlfriend.”

What in the unholy hell? Girlfriend?!

My eyes twitched as I slowly swerved my body to Rowland, staring at him with cold eyes.

Rowland noticed the change in my mood and took a step forward, gulping nervously while scratching the back of his head.

Out of pure pettiness, I put my magic to work, causing the electricity in the entire manor to go out.

The lights in the room turned off, leaving us in darkness.

“Are you happy now?” I asked sarcastically before opening the door and hiding myself with a cloaking spell.

Rowland followed behind me as we navigated our way through the hallway, following the voices of Elsa and her father who were still arguing.

“Just look at you! That bastard dared to stab you with the dagger?” Mr. Thatcher seemed like he was about to snap, his voice echoing around the walls of the hallway. “I should go over to that pack house and kill him myself.”

“Dad, I’ll be fine.” Elsa tried to be reassuring, sniffling with a shaky voice. “I just need some more rest. For now, let’s call Asher and confirm if Phoebe and Catherine were also killed.”

Ouch, she also wanted Catherine killed? I thought those two were like besties.

At that same moment, I was able to spot the door to the room where their voices were coming from.

I was half expecting a guard or two to be in front of it, but it seemed we were in luck.

“The bastard isn’t picking up his calls!” Mr. Thatcher groaned with frustration, his footsteps echoing from the room.

I could imagine him pacing around there, his protruding stomach probably jiggling around with each step.

“It’s showtime,” Rowland whispered with a grin before taking the lead and grabbing the doorknob.

I scanned my gaze around the hallway one last time, smirking to myself when I didn’t see anyone. I nodded at Rowland, signaling him to go ahead and open the door.

“Why did the power go out?” Elsa asked just then.

Almost instantly, Rowland broke the lock and forced his way in, wearing a mischievous smirk on his face.

I followed behind him, walking in with a smirk of my own as my gaze landed on my targets.

Mr. Thatcher was sitting on a chair and seemed to be in the middle of taking a sip from a drink in his hands.

However, he slowly dropped it when he saw me, his eyebrows crumpling into a frown. “Beta Negan? What in the moon’s name are you doing here?” He asked with an irritated tone.

Meanwhile, Elsa was sitting on the bed in the room, the upper part of her right arm bandaged.

She stared at Rowland and me warily, her unease seemingly increasing when Rowland locked the door behind us.

“Mr. Thatcher, I thought you’d be happy to see me after a job well done.” I stretched out my arms with a mocking smirk on my face, walking closer to him.

However, he got up just then, drawing out a pistol and pointing it at my face. “You stay right where you are before I turn your face into a beehive.” He snarled.

Well… How rude.

At that same moment, Elsa gasped, staring at her father with hesitation. “Dad? M– Maybe we should calm down and–”

“Yeah, you should probably listen to your daughter, Mr. Thatcher.” I interrupted her, my smile becoming cold as I slowly walked toward him. “You’ve done a good job, waiting patiently and slowly plotting how to take down Kaene. But now that you’re done…”

I paused, stopping in my tracks as well.

That acted as a signal to Rowland who blitzed toward the arrogant old twit and grabbed him by his throat.

Mr. Thatcher gasped and struggled to point the gun at either Rowland or me, but my assistant was fast, yanking the gun out of his hand and flinging it aside.

Elsa jumped out of the bed just then but I fixed my gaze on her, causing her to pause, her eyes quivering with trepidation.

“Ah, Elsa,” I muttered. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. You have no idea how annoying you are.”

Her brows snapped into a frown and her arrogant attitude instantly came back. “You have no right to come in here with your creepy butler and threaten my father and me. Give up while you can or we’ll make sure we–”

Before she could continue, Rowland made the first move.

He shoved his free right hand through Mr. Thatcher’s stomach while still holding him up with his left hand, causing him to squirm and gasp as blood gushed out of the hole.

Elsa was about to scream when I rushed to her and grabbed her by the hair, standing behind her and covering her mouth with my other hand.

“First off, darling, I don’t make ‘threats’. I make promises.” I whispered into her ears while forcing her to watch as Rowland dug his hand into her father’s stomach, bringing out his intestines and munching on them.

She probably saw the scene as disturbing, with all the blood sprinkling on the floor and painting it red… But to Rowland and I, it was just another Tuesday.

Elsa whimpered, kicking and trying to close her eyes as she watched her father being eaten alive.

But it was no use.

“Oh, and secondly, I’ll promise you one thing,” I whispered into her ears, my mouth curling up into a smirk. “Your death wouldn’t be as swift.”