Mr Alpha, I Am Not Your Typical Lady!-Chapter 83) Fainted/ Overreacted.

"What do you want?". This question escaped from my lips, accompanied by a frown on my face.

I did not even bother to turn around to look at her.

It was her who came and stood in front of me. Unlike me, who wore trousers, she wore a red strapless dress, with her blonde hair tied up using a fancy ribbon.

"Why are you acting tough, Anastasia? Why are you pretending? Why are you not kneeling down before me and begging me to leave Dylan just like you always did?". She asked me.

"How dare you humiliate me in there? Who do you think you are?". She tried to grab my hair, but before she was able to do that, Fireball and Irving left my arms and jumped at her face.

They scratched her face using their claws, causing her to struggle.

She screamed continuously as she fought with Fireball and Irving and tried to remove them from her face.

She finally succeeded and firmly grabbed them before throwing them away.

I did not allow Fireball and Irving to fall to the ground. I caught them, and looking at Lucinda’s face, I saw that there were scratch marks, and she was bleeding there.

"Oh, what were you saying? Did you say something right now?". I asked her, clearly mocking her, judging by the tone of my voice.

"You-! You did this to my face on purpose! I know that deep down, you are jealous of me because Dylan rejected you! Inside the hall, you pretended to be tough! But I know your heart is burning with intense jealousy! Look here, Dylan would never be yours or love someone like you! He is mine forever and ever!".

She added while her emerald eyes glared at me, "You are disgusting, and I hate you!".

My eyes turned bloodshot. I was not angry because Lucinda insulted me. It was because she pointed a finger at me, and I hated being pointed at.

"Bring down that finger". I warned her. I was angry, but this feeling is not right.

If someone ever pointed a finger at me, I usually get annoyed, but not compared to now.

Could it be that my dark energy is controlling me?!

I breathed deeply and tried to control myself. When I felt much better, I decided to simply ignore Lucinda.

But why does trouble keep on calling my name?

I walked past Lucinda, but she grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back, causing the crown on my head to fall on the ground.

"I see. I never knew you would get frustrated whenever someone points a finger at you". She pointed a finger at me again as she said this to me.

After I kept Fireball and Irving on the floor and clenched my fists, she asked me while imitating a little baby’s voice, "Aww. Poor Anastasia. Are you going to cry, Anastasia? But too bad that you can not do anything to me, because Dylan is-".

Lucinda couldn’t finish talking because I fist bumped her face before she could.

She fell on the floor and fainted instantly.

"How weak and pathetic". I muttered as I glared down at her.

Turning behind me, I saw that Anthony and Andrew saw what I had done since they were both standing outside the grand hall and were packing the mess I had created (that is, the broken doors).

But those inside the grand hall could not possibly see me.

I didn’t care that Anthony and Andrew saw me, but what they did next surprised me.

They carried the broken doors and went away while pretending as if they had never seen me or what I had done to Lucinda.

’Great job, Clara. But next time Lucinda dares to approach you again, graciously give me control of our body so that I can handle her myself. Honestly, this isn’t the first time she has gotten on my nerves’.

’I will gladly do that, Elektra’. I replied to her, before picking up my crown and saying to Fireball and Irving, "Let’s go".

I wanted to leave this place, as I did not want those inside the grand hall to see me and what I had done to Lucinda. They might imagine something else, and I hate to imagine that.

Fireball and Irving meowed excitedly at me, but before they followed me, they climbed Lucinda’s body and wiped their paws on her dress.

"Mischievous brats". I said to them as we left, and they purred with their heads held up high as they walked by my side.

They seemed to be very proud of what they did. They were proud of themselves.

I coincidentally turned behind to look at Lucinda and saw Alpha Dylan coming out of the grand hall. He was desperately looking around as if he was searching for a precious gem he had lost.

By the precious gem, I mean Lucinda. Not that she was a precious gem in my eyes.

I quickly put my crown on my head and carried Fireball and Irving and left the area, because Alpha Dylan might see me if I didn’t leave fast.

But how I wish I was present to see the look on his face if he saw Lucinda lying unconscious on the floor.

Beta Damien’s pov,

"No way. There is no way that she is dead. How did she die? And why did I know nothing about it until now?". I kept on muttering to myself even after leaving the royal mansion.

I halted and felt my heart pounding rapidly against my chest. ’I haven’t repaid her. So, she can’t die yet!’. I thought to myself and shifted into my human form.

I took out my cell phone from my pocket and, after unlocking the cell phone, I searched for ’Clara Hensley’ in my social media account.

The same social media account that I haven’t opened for ages, as I don’t always make use of my cell phone.

The cell phone in my hand fell on the floor after I saw it. ’Late Doctor Clara Hensley’.

"This can’t happen. I haven’t repaid her for saving my life. I can’t remain indebted to her! Arghhhh!!!". I shouted and ruffled my hair in frustration.

Werewolves passing by had to stop walking to watch me.

I saw the speechless look on their faces as they stared at me, making me understand that I had overreacted.

And I had never done that before in my entire werewolf life.