Chapter 126:Aria's POVThe drama happening in front of me was so weird, but funny. The awkwardness in the atmosphere was so overwhelming, that I decided to move away from them for a while. I was happy with the way things were happening among them. Everyone was fighting with one another, and it was fun to watch.I was about to walk away from the spit, when crystal started dragging my legs. I didn't know why she was dragging my legs, and most importantly, what she had to gain from it. I kept on fighting with her to leave me alone, but she kept on dragging my legs. I wondered what was wrong with her, and if she was mentally stable enough to even think at all.My eyes darted around in fear, and I looked over at Scott, to see if he could even help me. He couldn't, with the way he was busy with the whole drama that happened minutes ago. There was nobody to help me, and in all the chaos, I was stuck with crystal, who just wanted to hurt me somehow, I didn't know how.After a few minutes of

(SCOTT'S P. O. V.)The traitorous, lying bitch, tries to breathe for the last time, as she chokes on her blood and gives up the ghost. Finally, one less wicked person in the world, I thought to myself in relief. Her father sat crying, next to his now dead daughter. His wails could have made me feel sorry for him, if we were in a different universe, and I didn't know about all the sins that this man had committed, but unfortunately, I was fully aware that this old motherfucker was a pure criminal, and raised one on top of that. Not even an iota of me feltbsorry for neither Crystal, nor her bastard father. In fact; I hoped that she was going to her position in the underworld, to be tortured for an eternity by Hades, the god of the underworld himself.Crystal's father finally raised his head up, his face a mask of grief and anger, and looked at the drugged up elders, who were tied up and equally bruised up in the corner of the throne room. A primal look crossed his face; he was out for t

Aria's POV The man looked like he was in a lot of pain, and truth was that, he really was. His skin was so red from the impact of the deadly acid. If anyone saw him at that moment, they would have definitely pitied me. Not me though, there was no ounce of pity for the man in me. I even wanted him to die immediately, but there was nothing I could do about it. He was already about to die anyway, so I didn't want to make his situation worse, not before explaining some things to us.He tried moving forward, with his back still on the ground, but the pain was too much, allowing him to groan loudly in pain. He tightly shut his eyes, saying some curse words under his breath, but I didn't hear him though. His face twisted in pain, and we continued waiting for him to come around. Nobody was even ready to help him at all, because he kind of deserved it.I mean, just a few hours ago, he was literally waving a dagger in my direction, preparing to kill me, but I was happy that I was fast enough to

(ARIA'S P. O. V.)I growled in frustration of my inability to do anything to save my boy; I felt like I had failed as a mother. Tears stung at the back of my eyes at the thought of losing my only child. All the times that we had spent together flashed before my eyes; from the first day I met my boy, to Everytime he drew or made something from me. From his extreme love towards video games, to the way he'd dance ridiculously whenever he won Tristan in a match of table tennis. He would call it his "victory dance", combining both some moves of the eighties, and moves of modern dances.No! I couldn't lose my boy; not now, not ever. I was going to try my best, and protect him from this psychopath of a beta. Nothing will harm my baby. Gerrald laughed manically again, squeezing the shoulder of Andrew so tight that I was sure he had left some marks. He winced, his face squeezing in pain as he did so. I growled, tears falling from my eyes. "Stop! Leave my son alone!" I finally bursted, mistake

(ARIA'S P. O. V.)As he is about to pull the trigger at me, someone lunges on him from the side, with a flying kick. I'm frozen for a second, trying to recover from the shock of nearly being shot. Finally, as my ability to move again is restored, I turned my attention to the floor. Tristan and Gerrald the psycho beta struggle on the floor for a while, before the both of them are able to get up once more. They waste no time, and instantly started exchanging blows, until I feel like I'm watching a Chinese martial arts movie. They continued fighting, until suddenly, Tristan pours two full vials of acid on Crystal's father. Shocked, I checked my pockets to see if those were the remaining two, and to my greatest surprise, they were my bottles meant for the now dead ex Alpha Scott. I couldn't lie to myself; I was quite impressed by how he had so easily managed to take the vials off of me without me even noticing. The ex beta of the blue moon pack, and Crystal's father, Gerrald writhed on t