A/N: I feel my writing has improved so much in this chapter, lmk what you think 🥹

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Scrunch.

Indistinguishable scrunch as legs bend and strain against the taunt threads of coarse denim skinny jeans.

An insignificant sound.

Yet— within this very moment, has the power to raise thousands of tiny hairs at the back of my neck like proud little soldiers. This scrunch has metamorphosed symbolically into the roar of a great war horn before the start of a bloodstained battle.

Because it's him.

He's crouched in front of me, hasn't he.

Omega Tyler,

destroyer of happy endings,

murderer of god mothers.

"Thank goodness you're safe now!"

His words,

too near.

His attempt at a comforting hand upon my shoulder,

too similar a vice grip. 

A wicked chill runs through me. My veins singe, trail blazing beneath my soft flesh. Then flash— lightning strikes, and gnaws its way up the glass pained window. I don't flinch, my limbs having gone entirely too rigid.

A hint of warmth finds my cheek as the sun sinks farther down the horizon, drawing my orbs up to sharp slivers of light beaming through the cracked glass.

Sharp slivers of light that happen to be scattered all over that stupid Omega's face.

I spring back to my feet and drag him up with me, his collar gripped tightly in both my hands.

I wonder... just what would those casted haphazard patterns would look like as bleeding gnashes.

"My-my Queen, your orbs."

Within the frenzied pools of their orbs my two beautiful blood-moon ones reflect back in them, glittering in the teary rims. Then, snap, crack and pop of white knuckles and tendons— precursors to a fresh set of claws.

Yes. My fresh set of claws.

"Well well, sweet little lydia finally decides to play, huh?" Wolfinia toys amiss my splintering mind, licking her figurative canines.

Popping a lung, hooking a talon into a pattering heart, it would be easy. Extremely fashionable— delectable, even, and the perfect candidate is right here, shaking pitifully within my grasp.

Omega Tyler. Destroyer of happy endings, murderer of god mothers,

fashionista maker.

My breaths are slow, heavy, wavering, "You... you."

They gulp. "Killed the sex-"

"— My f*cking fairy godmother!" my voice rattles the chandelier way down the hall.

"No!" Spit sprays my face, a tear finally slips down their cheek, "They dare defile my Queen. Their true nature was very clear, your highness!"

Splattered blood. Slicked sweat.

Neither cold enough now to cool the flames of rising murderous intent within me.

"Don't believe me? Then let's observe together as this wicked beast turns to ash!"

My Godmother's face, frozen still. Blood trickles down from their pale mouth, collecting at the crux of their obsidian-like jaw, then gradually drips onto the wooden floor with a graceful plippity-plop.

A sleeping beauty out of a grim fairytale. Some how they sparkle even more in death, as if becoming one with the hazy fuzz of the sunlight itself...

"... that's odd," The Omega says, slipping out of my slackened grasp. They wipe away sweat from their knitted brows as they near towards my godmother, squinting. "Where's all this glitter coming from? Oh... They're turning into... oh..."

The Omega preemptively backs into a wall. I stalk towards them, my tastebuds aching for a twinge of copper.

Though licking all the pennies in the world wouldn't suffice. I cage my claws around the circumference of his neck. I chew the insides of my cheeks until they're gummy. Yes. I crave something far more corporal— more vicious.

Double doors swing open.

"Hey Cupcake, check it out! Little man over here had the great idea of bringing Brenda's favorite candies over here to comfort her..." A full sack of colorful candies meets the hardwood as Brett's sentence fizzles out, along with his hope and whimsy.

Todd peeks out from behind Brett and pops a cherry red lollipop out of his mouth. "Woah, is that blood?!" He hands him his loli and charges straight towards the carnage, vaulting over the infamous white sofa with ease.

"Hey, it's a dead guy! Uncle Brett, look, there's a dead guy over here!" He crouches next to the slain godmother, inspecting its mystical nature with a keen glint to their orbs— that of a seasoned gamer, estimating the value of all the exotic loot it should have dropped.

The Omega I still have pinned to the wall strains his neck, "Alpha, ple-please help me!"

"Omega," Brett's orbs widen, his brows raise. He takes a few cautious steps forward. "You want me to save you? You.. really mean it?"

"Ew. Go away." I grab my hostage then spin him around, tracing a claw along his quivering throat. "And stay out of this."

The Omega cries, "Oh god, please help me!"

A feeble snicker breaks through my devilish sneer. "God's abandoned us both, fool."

"Honey, if he deserves death, we can decide that together," Brett smirks, pleased with himself for sure.

Smug bastard.

Wolfinia tisks. "Kill 'em."

"Yeah, just me and you, babe. Alpha and Luna, boyfriend girlfriend."

"No thanks."

"Thank good- wait, what?"

"I said, no. Brett."

"Come on. Alpha. It's 'Alpha' with the pack, remember?"

I scoff, "You care for your pathetic pack more than your future wife."

"Not true-"

"Care more for a child who isn't even yours-"

"Watch it-"

"Care more for your traitorous best friend-"

"ENOUGH."

Yep, that finally struck a nerve. "You haven't even hugged me once. It disgusts you to even look at me for more than five seconds."

"Not true."

"We'll see."

Brett gulps.

Five seconds.

His hands twitch at his side. His nose scrunches, his orbs water. A droplet of sweat falls down his chin. He does a hard swallow.

"Did you just throw up in your mouth?"

He glances away. "I have acid reflux."

I sigh. "You've brought this upon yourself, mate. You'll wish you allowed me to reject you long ago after I ruin everything that's yours."

"Lydia, calm down." He shakes his head, then extends a hand, as if begging me to let go of his Omega and run into his sweet, sweet embrace. No. As if demanding. "This isn't you," he says.

And this is what sets me over the edge.

I'm tearing apart his white sofa until it's nothing but its crude wooden skeleton. I'm letting the feathers scatter and sift through the air without remorse.

Then my attentions on the Omega, who has now cowered to the ground, piss down his pant leg and puddled at his feet. I pick him up by his shoulders and toss him through the window.

He still screams for his god to save him as he flies through air and lands into a bush. Todd takes cover in the kitchen.

Brett shuts his orbs and sweeps the glass off himself then straightens up, putting up his hands as if to surrender. But he can't hide the steam that practically pours out from his nostrils— his sharp inhales can't mask it. He's positively fuming on the inside.

This is what true satisfaction feels like. I should be cruel more often.

Brett fixes his orbs back to mine, "Look, I've been working hard at being a better example for that kiddo over there so that he can become a strong and fair benevolent leader who touches the hearts of his subjects and shakes the very foundation of a nation one day. So can't we just, I don't know- like, talk this out?"

"Talk this out?" I grab the wolf bust off the table, letting my fingertips sweep along the sharpness of one of its canine before smashing it into pieces with my bare fist. I lick the blood off my knuckles. "You really don't get it, do you?"

"You're right," Brett sighs, his lips formed into a tight line. "I don't get why there's a dead half-naked man sparkling on the floor of my living room."

"That's my fairy godmother, or was at least," I laugh, incredulous, dragging my claws across the old portraits lining the walls. "And I kissed him you know. Yet all I could think about the whole time was how much sweeter your lips would be. I did it all for you, my one perfect wish. I could have wished for anything, but I used it for you. I really hate myself."

Todd gasps, popping his head over the kitchen counter, "Godmom cheated?"

I give into my beast as my feminine scream morph into Wolfinia's rough and primal growl and snarls. My blunt canines extend and sharpen, cutting lightly into the insides of my lips. Drool and blood fling out the sides of my mouth as I drop on all fours, blindly sinking my teeth into anything and everything in my way.

"My candies..."

That voice.

That beautiful voice like a melody snaps me out of my own destruction. I didn't know I could miss a voice I once only tolerated this much. I reach towards her, claws receding back into my regular red polished nails. "Brenda..."

"Mom!" Todd rushes to her side with tears streaming down his chunky red cheeks. He cups her hand to one of them.

Yes, her hand. She's really back. She's alive.

Brenda coughs, leaned up against a wall. "Wee babe... what happened to mommy's... candies." Her orbs fall to me. "Lydia."

I rush to her, skidding my knees across the ground and pulling her into me. "Brenda?! Oh my god, you're alive! I've been such a wreck without you! Life has sucked so much. Like, you wouldn't believe what-"

"Lydia... did you... destroy... my candies."

Huh?

"Your candies?" A small torn candy wrapper flutters down from the top of my head. I rip a lollipop from one of my braid. And that's when I see it. The ravaged sack. Dozens of busted hard candies, shredded little packagings, smooshed gummies. Frankenstein mounds of caramels and taffies and bubble gum.

I did this.

Brett coughs.

My mouth goes dry.

"I... Brenda."

"I asked a simple question, ye per-petulant sap."

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A/N: This book from the very start is an outlet/space to practice my writing

I have begun to dedicate most of my writer's time to study and plan for my next WIP that I'm very passionate about, so this story has admittedly taken a backseat

So Idk if/when MMIAGG will reach its end, as I'm updating and writing chapters here solely when the urge strikes plus whenever previously stated isn't taking up time

And funnily enough, I believe the culprit for the sudden itch to finish this chapter came after seeing the Barbie movie because OMG, tell me lydia and brett aren't lowkey barbie and ken coded ??! 😭💀