Sinister Mates

Unknown POV

A year of watching from the shadows.

I watched them from afar, biding my time and picking the perfect opportunity. My wife is dead because of these monsters. To beat a monster, you have to become one yourself. They thought they could kill me off, that I would roll over and die. Ha! Joke's on them.

Thaddeus, the Dark King, whom everyone fears, will now fear me. They may think they are safe, that Thaddeus is a renewed man. But I know he is truly nothing but a monster, and soon, the entire world will learn I am far greater than he, for I am now the perfect predator and I will soon have control of the world.

I will have the control he had for so long, reigning nothing but terror. Oh, how I have longed for this moment, dreamed about it for so long, and now, everything has been set in motion. I am finally here, organized and ready to destroy the man who destroyed me.

Sitting on the mountain, I watch his entire family gather for a birthday party, happily enjoying each other's company as they all laugh and celebrate. My plan is going perfectly as I watch from my position. I can’t wait to see the anguish on his face when I take the most important things from him like he did to me, to watch him squirm in his grief.

“Everything is set, my love,” my new wife says as she sits down next to me on the mountain top.

I watch her flick her dirty blonde hair over her shoulder as she grabs the binoculars. I’m not stupid; I know she only wants me for what I can give

her. She is using me for her chance at immortality. Little does she know, she is merely a pawn.

I have never loved this woman, no one could ever replace my Giselle, but I can avenge her, can hurt Thaddeus like he hurt me, take his whore from him, and everything else.

“What now?” Laura asks, making me look at her.

She is gorgeous for a blonde; I don’t like blondes, prefer brunettes, but she keeps my balls empty and keeps me company. She is loyal, even though I know she truly doesn’t want me, nor did I want her, a perfect arrangement. Once I get bored of her, she will become dinner.

“Now we watch the fireworks,” I tell her as I pull the device from my pocket. I stare at the control in my hand. The little red light blinks quickly, urging me to press the button that will destroy their lives.

Looking at the house, I watch the women go inside, his heavily pregnant mate waddling into the house after a blonde-haired woman.

I smile, my opportunity has arrived, and I am in the perfect position to witness it all, a front-row seat to their pain. This will always be my most cherished memory of watching the destruction I am