Rise of the Rejected Luna - Chapter 129

Chapter 129: _Desperation
(Warning: Disturbing Graphics Ahead)

My smirk widened when I felt the shiver that ran through Elsa’s body.

Her hot tears trickled down her face, touching my hand, which was still covering her mouth.

Meanwhile, Rowland kept doing his thing, holding Mr. Thatcher by the neck while having his right hand digging into his stomach, drawing out blood and his organs.

“Look at all that fat.” Rowland whistled, licking the blood off his right hand and turning his gaze to Elsa.

She squirmed, mumbling something incoherent, thanks to my hand on her mouth.

“Would you want a taste?” He asked with a mocking grin, stretching his hand forward.

Elsa screamed in response, but once again, her screams were muffled thanks to my hand covering her mouth.

Soon enough, Mr. Thatcher didn’t have any life left in him and stopped struggling, his body becoming limp as his eyes lost their light.

“Aww, I thought he still had some fight in him,” Rowland grumbled, dropping the fat man to the ground before sinking his fangs into his neck and draining him of his blood like no one’s business.

Unlike normal vampires, Rowland could eat more than just the blood of his victims. Not to mention the fact that his hybrid nature gave him immunity to the toxic properties of werewolf blood.

Anyway, as he drained Mr. Thatcher of his blood, I let go of Elsa, curious to see what she would do.

She fell to the ground, her hand on her chest as she stared with horror at Rowland who didn’t even spare her a glance as he ate and drank to his satisfaction, even licking the pool of Mr. Thatcher’s blood that stained the floor.

I found his cannibalistic nature odd, but it was fun using him to clean up targets like this.

“Y– You… You…” Elsa stuttered repeatedly, her voice cracking as she sobbed, clutching her chest as if she were the one whose insides were littered on the ground.

I placed my hand on her head, gently brushing her hair from behind.

She stiffened, a whimper coming out of her mouth as she tried her best to keep silent.

Good girl…

“How does it feel having people above you?” I muttered curiously, caressing her face with my fingers, feeling the moisture of her skin from all the crying and sweat. “All your life, you’ve looked down at those below you. People of a lower social standing than you. But for once…”

I trailed off, turning my gaze to Mr. Thatcher, who was now merely a half-eaten corpse.

His rib bones stuck out of his stomach, bloody and sticky with his entrails, while his skin was dry thanks to how much blood Rowland had already drained from him.

Saying he was now a ‘husk’ would be a gross understatement.

A smirk curled up my lips as I watched the scene and also watched how Elsa looked on with horror.

She seemed like she wanted to look away— who would want to watch their father being eaten like he was an all-you-can-eat buffet?

Oh, wait… I could.

However, she seemed to be too shaken and despondent to even want to look away.

“We… we never did anything to you, Beta Negan.” Elsa suddenly found the strength to speak, slowly turning back to look me in the eyes as tears flowed freely down her face. “My… My father and I never did anything wrong to you. W– Why are you doing this?”

This bitch has to be joking, right?

The playfulness in my gaze disappeared instantly and what was left was a chilling coldness that forced Elsa to back away with fright.

I shot my right hand forward, grabbing her face and bringing her back to me while lowering my face to her level on the ground.

“You didn’t do anything wrong to me?” I sniggered, searching through her eyes which trembled but still managed to maintain contact with mine.

Seeing her silence, I continued. “Tell me, who conspired with former Luna Catherine to get my butler to take a video of Luna Phoebe and me during a vulnerable moment?”

Elsa gulped, her gaze going away from mine while her body began shaking with fear.

I didn’t end there, tightening my grip on her face before chuckling. “As if that isn’t enough, have you seen yourself, Elsa? You’re an eyesore, and on top of that, you’re just a straight-up bitch. Who in their right mind in this forsaken pack wouldn’t want to get rid of you if given the opportunity?”

Her eyes trembled again and her tears increased, her sobs becoming a little louder.

I rolled my eyes and shoved her away, causing her to fall on her back.

A gasp escaped her mouth but she still had her gaze on me as I circled her like a predator.

“I’ll… I’ll marry you!” She sounded beyond desperate at this point, completely ignoring all the things I just said.

Again… Is this bitch being for real?

“I’m done eating, boss.” Rowland suddenly blurted from behind me with a satisfied sigh, causing me to glance at him.

What was left of Mr. Thatcher’s body was a bloody husk of bones and mangled flesh, his open stomach showing how empty the inside of his body was.

He looked shriveled up, the only sign of him once having blood being the little droplets on the floor here and there.

Elsa gasped, forcing me to turn my gaze back to her. She had her hands on her mouth and was certainly about to scream, but I’d had enough.

I brought my fingers forward and used the claw of my index finger to poke a hole through her throat.

She gasped, but the scream she was about to let out died in her throat as she plopped to the ground, grabbing her throat as blood poured out of the hole I made like a tap.

“Rowland, drink up quickly. I’m burning the bodies when we’re done so we can get the hell out of here.” I stated plainly, walking to one of the windows and placing my hands on it, enjoying the view outside.

I couldn’t help but wonder… How was Phoebe taking the death of her mate?