Bernael's POV

　　Staring into the angry eyes of my son, his words hanging in the air between us. He despised me, and that was fine! I didn't need him to love me or even to like me, but what I did need and demand was his fucking loyalty. Something I am realising is wavering at the first sight of Abigail's ginger gash! 

　　Not only had he decided to go against our well-thought-out plans and throw a spanner in the bloody works by letting a pretty smile and innocent eyes sway him from the path I had set out for him. A path I had spent years educating and guiding him towards! Now he has allowed his feelings for this girl to cloud his judgement and potentially ruin everything!

　　Topped off by the fact I could feel his wolf restlessly stirring inside him, it had taken more than one witch to keep that beast locked up for all these years, muting it and its hold over my son. Wolves were impulsive creatures that needed to be kept in check and ruled with an iron fist! Something I thought my son was capable of! But evidently not! At least I knew now and could stop the furry vermins' reach before things got too out of hand, and our plans went down the shitter! 

　　Wolves were powerful, strong and significant at fighting: yes, but they would never be any better than the riff-raff I allowed to fill the ranks of my army. They were inconsequential and, most importantly, replaceable! My son, however, with the powers from the beast we had kept caged and his demonic blood, had always stood a chance of being great! 

　　Of being unstoppable! 

　　Yet here he stood before me, acting like the mindless possessive alpha male I had spent years training him to be better than! Thinking with his dick and not the educated mind, I had spent years meticulously filling his head with knowledge and potential to suppress even the likes of that immature brat Lucifer! And if he thought I would allow him to throw it all away for a tight cunt and firm tits, he was, sadly, mistaken! I would kill her first! 

　　Daughter or not! 

　　I didn't know her! She meant nothing to me, and I had no issue harnessing the powers she either worked so hard to suppress or didn't even know she had, then snuffing her out like I had all the others! Digging my fingers into the underside of his jaw, my nails elongating, piercing his skin.

　　I smirked, seeing the dark red blood seep from his flesh and run down my fingers, dripping onto the cuff of my suit jacket; clicking my tongue, irritated at the mess he had caused on my newly pressed suit, I flung him to the floor furiously, watching in disbelief as the panic crossed his features as he smashed into her bedside table, a lamp crashing to the floor shattering noisily in the quiet room.

　　My son, too concerned for Abigail than his own safety, looked over where she slept peacefully under a spell of my own making; he clearly expected her to be watching the horrified scenes playing out in her room! 

　　"Is she…" His eyes darted to me accusingly; the wild red eyes of his wolf narrowed on me, enraged at the mere thought of harm coming to her!

　　"Dead?" I responded plainly, lifting my foot and pressing it across his exposed throat. "Bit melodramatic, don't you think, son? As if I would kill my daughter!" I taunted sarcastically as I added pressure to his neck. 

　　"Killing your own flesh and blood is beneath you, but tasking your son to charm and seduce your daughter is not?" He shot back accusingly, making me shake my head slowly; putting all the weight on my foot on his throat, I bent down to hover my face above us. His wolf tried to fight against me, sensing through their apparent bond that he needed to save his sorry ass! The red of his eyes strained against my weight, squeezing his throat closed and sucking all air from his pathetic lungs. 

　　"I told you to charm her, entice her to our lifestyle; I wanted her to explore the dark side she keeps so well boxed up; I said nothing about sticking your dick in your sister!" I snorted, lifting my foot, noticing his eyes slowly flicker closed, his fingers no longer clawing at my leather shoes. Stepping away from my son, I turned to look at my daughter, a daughter I had heard a lot about, who apparently held great potential! If she would simply open her mind up to me. 

　　"But I guess incest is pretty dark and damming in the eyes of the angels and their commandments," I smirked, trailing my fingers over my daughter's ivory skin, my blue eyes looking over my shoulder at my son, who had gotten to his feet and stood behind me, angry and filled with testosterone. The warning growl that rippled from his chest announced his wolf's further presence. 

　　"Don't fucking touch her..." They snarled in union, and to my surprise, a dark-furred claw gripped my shoulder, spinning me around to face the fury of my son. Assessing the situation in a matter of seconds, I smirked at my son all too knowingly. 

　　"Now, remove that flea riddle thing from my shoulder, or I will have the limb removed, stuffed and placed on the mantel before you can even blink." I provoked, looking over at where his claw gripped my shoulder, lifting a brow. 

　　The son I had spent years raising would not have dreamed of being so bold as to challenge me, and he certainly wouldn't be mulling over his options when I had given him a command and threat! 

　　That was his second mistake of the day!

　　My hands gripped either side of his head without another word; I snapped his neck with one twist. My self-righteous son fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. 

　　"Perhaps, a time out will sort your attitude out!" 

　　Exasperated by the current situation, I ran my hands through my hair, irritated at the knowledge it would look unkempt now. Pushing a stray strand of crimson hair from my daughter's peaceful face, I smiled, noting how much she reminded me of her mother. 

　　"When I first met your mother, she was stubborn, feisty and determined too." Hovering my hand over the sheets above her abdomen, I sighed, feeling the magic woven into her body! Magic, I wasn't sure I could reverse! 

　　"Always thinking she knew what was for the best..." I muttered, pulling out my phone and sending a text to try and fix this shitfest. 

　　"...She was wrong, too, sweetheart!"