CHAPTER FOUR

As I walked to the palace, I saw how fascinating the lighting was. It was a vast place, and people seemed to leave and enter the house. A lot of people.

And somehow Jackson managed to keep tabs on everyone. He knew every werewolf that was there. That was how he managed to tell that I was new to their park. But I wasn't. I was the alpha of that park.

And to my surprise, most of them didn't recognize me. Even those that looked to be old. And the ones that got a glimpse of me just gasped.

But I didn't care about them, the only thing I care about was to look at Charles and Natasha, see their looks as they see me. And that too beside their son.

I was smiling inside, and the more we entered the house, the more evil I felt inside me. Was I turning to be like Charles and Natasha? I would never conspire to hurt someone.

Bust again, we are talking about two people that ruined my life. Two people that killed me. Two people that made me believe that there is no love in the world. That you should never trust someone whole heartedly. You need to leave a bit of space for betray and all that nonsense.

So, whatever I was planning on doing was something they both expected. But they will just don't know which one was going to hurt them. They might have a glimpse, but they will not be able to prove anything.

The house was enormous. And the opening where everyone seemed to gather together as they talked was perfectly lit. Making me see how dashing and charming everyone looked.

Had the world of werewolves changed that much in just twenty-one years?

It was indeed an engagement of a son of an alpha. But that might change after I'm done. I will make sure they suffer and pay for what they had done to me.

I followed Jackson as he led the way. My heart was beating. But I kept beating it down. There was no space for that. I wanted nothing but to see the look in their eyes after they see me. They killed me and here I'm.

But I was using him. Did that mean I was becoming like his parents? I was using him to get to his parents. But it was not like that. I would not kill him or carry on using him. I just want him to introduce me to them as someone else.

We walked around the people. And as I have said, some that recognized me from my previous life gasped as I passed and opened their mouths. But could not come up with anything to say. They allowed me to just pass. But they couldn't say anything. They probably saw my dead body and buried me or something. And seen me after twenty-one years was something no one will accept. And probably some just thought they had too much to drink.

Finally, he told me to stop and wait for him at a table. But my heart was beating so fast. As much as I wanted to see the surprise on the faces of the two people I wanted to kill, I was scared for my life as well. What if that was not the reason the Void sent me to that place in the first place?

But she wanted me to wear that dress for something. And that was the only thing I could think would be the reason why I was still in the same dirty filthy dress and with no shoes.

My hair was cut, though. It could only reach my shoulders. And I liked it that way.

I sighed as I heard Jackson's voice behind me.

"So, father and mother, this is... what is your name again?" He asked.

I slowly turned, and my heart had never raced as fast as it did that night. It nearly ripped out of my chest. But the expressions they plastered on their faces were priceless. That was the only thing that kept my heart at bay.

"My name is Angela," I spoke and smiled at them.

"Dear, where did you take her?" A woman about one year younger than me spoke and walked to Jackson. She reached for a kiss, but he moved. I nearly laughed at that.

She was wearing a perfectly tailored dress. They perfectly made it for her. The blue color of her dress made her blue eyes pop even more. It reached the ground and made it challenging for me to tell if she was wearing high-heeled shoes or what.

She had tied her hair into a ban and brought it in front to allow us to see how long it was. She was light in complexion like me. It was just that I was covered in dirty.

She sliced me up with her blue eyes. But I didn't flinch. I stood still.

"So Angela is new here. I found her when I was walking outside," Jackson spoke with a smile on his face.

"But this is a party, sweetheart. She should have at least put some effort in her dressing," she examined me.

"Well, if you might know.... what is your name?" I asked as I looked at her. Moving my eyes from Charles and Natasha.

"You can call me Beatrice," she spoke and waved her hair dramatically.

It was just that God held me back. I was seconds away from ripping her in half.

"Well. Beatrice. It is not my fault that I'm covered in dirty. Some people made me look like this," I looked at Charles, then at Natasha. They looked down. Just the reactions I was expecting them to have. It was eating them inside and that was what I was looking for. "A pleasure meeting you, my alpha and the queen," I made a curtsy.

They just stood there. Not saying anything. They kept looking at each other, then at me. Both of them were unable to come up with words.

"Mom, dad. Anything you want to say to her?" Jackson spoke.

Charles looked at me as he opened his mouth. But he closed it again.

"You are most welcome. We will be over there if you two need anything," Natasha spoke and grabbed Charles and they walked away.

Charles turned and looked into his green eyes at me. Then my heart skipped. Not that I was scared of him. But it reminded me of the love we shared together before he showed me that it was not love, but I was the way to his glory.

But I realized at that moment that I might have not gotten over him.

But he was old now. He must be in his early forties, together with Natasha. But she looked as smooth as she could. And she still maintained her long black hair. She tied it in a ponytail. She had put on a perfectly fit red dress that went well with the red lipstick she had put on. All in all, she looked beautiful, as always.

Charles, on the other hand, he was wearing a black suit that emphasized his body even more. He still maintained his trimmed body, I see. And his hair was combed perfectly, as always. Then he had completed his look with a golden wristwatch. Using my family's money.

Wow. People have no shame.

I locked eyes with Charles for a while. If it wasn't for Jackson distracting me, then I might have allowed Charles to know that I was the same woman they had killed twenty-one years ago.

"Do you want to look around?" He offered.

"But Jackson, we are supposed to be together tonight. Why are you allowing her to walk with us?" Beatrice complained and walked to her fiancé.

I smiled and then looked from Beatrice to Jackson. They were not my target. The only reason I might hate her was because she was a spoiled brat. Such kids make my skin crawl.

"Thanks, but I will have to go. See you around. I'm not perfectly dressed as my princess had said," I bowed my head to her. "Thanks for introducing me to your parents," I spoke and walked away.

He tried to follow me, but I heard Beatrice stopping him and pushing him away from me. I just smiled as I made my way out of the engagement party.

I had done what I was meant to do. Now I was sure that I was supposed to allow myself to be seen by both Charles and Natasha. In the same dress they last saw me alive. The same dress they killed me in. And their facial expressions were the best. Just what my heart wanted to see in them.

They looked shocked, and that was joy to my heart. I found myself smirking at the thought. But I didn't want to do anything evil. All I wanted to do was to expose them for what they had done.

But the only way that seems to be there was to torture them. To make them tell everyone that they had killed me in my previous life.

And to my surprise, I seemed to enjoy what I was doing.

I unconsciously grabbed a glass of wine and took a sip. I turned and found both Charles and Natasha looking at me. I just smiled and dipped my head.

That was what I wanted, and I was going to make them regret what they had done. I was going to make the pay for every blood that left my body when Charles slit my throat.

I turned and began walking.