Amelie's game

Chapter 47

Amelie's POV

“That lowlife bitch!” I scream, shattering a mirror with my bare hands. I walked back to my room after Alexa had the nerve to talk to me like that. No one has ever spoken to me in that tone before, and that slave dared to say those things to me. Me? If it were back in my pack, I would have pulled out her tongue, chopped it into pieces, and shoved it back into her mouth. But I cannot do that now because that slave was lucky enough to be this pack's Luna, and she has the support of the entire pack.

“Ahhhhh,” I scream in anger, turning the entire room upside down. I am Amelie and I always get whatever the hell I want, a slave won't get in my way this time from achieving my goal.

“Where is it? Where is it? Where is it!” I scream in anger, frantically searching for my stuff. Without it, I would not be able to think clearly.

“There you are,” I mumble excitedly, bringing out the small substance from where I had hidden it. I quickly clear the table and pour the brown s