In that moment, I hated my life.
Maybe I should just end it all and be free from the torment, since she hated my existence so much.
“It will be so much fun to watch you humiliated,” Nathalia smirked, her face flushed with anger and jealousy.
Damon
My canines ground together in anger as my eyes narrowed, locking onto the half-dead man pleading for his life before me like a coward. I hated cowards.
Pleading only stoked the burning inferno inside me.
“Be a fucking man, not a pussy!” I snapped, ignoring his screams as my elongated claws sank deep into his flesh, slashing across his ugly face.
“You weren’t pleading when you joined the conspiracy,” I spat, irritated by his pitiful state.
Fucking hypocrite.
“Please, my king,” he coughed weakly. I could feel his pulse growing fainter with every passing second. From the way his blood oozed, I knew he wouldn’t last long.
“It was the devil,” he whimpered, his trembling fingers grabbing the edge of my shirt in desperation.
Blinding rage washed over me as my eyes turned red. How dare he touch my clothes with his filthy hands?! He was lucky he hadn’t touched me directly.
“It would be a pleasure to send you back to him,” I said coldly, ripping his heart out of his chest and watching his lifeless body slump to the ground like a pack of cards.
“What have you done? You monster!” a voice yelled from behind me.
Monster? I had been called many things, but never a monster.
A thrill of excitement surged through my bones at the way the word sounded on his lips.
Monster. Hmm. I liked that.
A dark smile tugged at my lips as I turned to face him. “I forgot you were here for a moment,” I said, walking toward my second prisoner. I recognized him instantly despite his battered face. He was a member of my council.
The thumping of my heavy boots against the hard floor and his erratic breathing were the only sounds filling the dungeon.
Unlike the first one, this man wasn’t a coward. He was a man. But beneath his brave face, I could sense the fear-a frightened cat pretending to be a lion. The smell of his fear only excited me.
I couldn’t wait to feed on his fear and end him.
I hated long talks.
“We know who our king is. You won’t occupy that position for long. Your end is near, you demon!” he growled, pinning his gaze on me.
Demon? I liked that too.
I commended his boldness, but his arrogance started to irritate me.
“And who will the unfortunate successor be?” I asked calmly, leaning in closer to him.
He grinned, flashing his bloody teeth and torn lips. “It would be a surprise.” His bloodshot eyes were still fixed on mine.
Was he challenging me?
“You think we like you and want you to rule over us as the Alpha King?” he began.
It was no secret that almost all my council members hated me, that they didn’t like my judgment. They hated that I had survived this long on the throne as the Alpha King, but I didn’t let it bother me. Leading my people was my priority, no matter how cruel I was.
It was high time I sanitized my council members.
“A war is coming, Damon,” his voice filled my ears, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Anger flooded me at the way he addressed me without adding my title. But I contained it. I wanted to hear what the bastard would say.
“You will be overthrown, and your life will be wasted just like your brother’s and Ivy’s.”
“Enough!” I bellowed, growling at him and slashing his face with my claws. My voice was so loud that I could feel the room vibrate.
I could feel rage overtaking me as smoke radiated from my body.
How dare he mention my late brothers and my mate?
And my problem.
His words only brought back memories I had tried so hard to forget. They were like a sharp knife piercing my heart, reopening a half-healed wound.
I shut my eyes to stop the hot tears from streaming down my face. Seeing me cry was the last thing I wanted.
No one had ever seen me cry, and no one ever would!
The memories resurfaced in a rush, playing in my head. It was so vivid that I could picture every detail.
The rogue’s attack on my pack made me lose everything I loved dearly-my mate and my brothers.
We were triplets, Alpha Kings ruling over other packs fearlessly, but I was the only one left alive. For years, I tried to move on, but I was stuck.
No matter what I did, I never healed. I was broken, and no one could fix me.
I acted tough before my subjects, but deep down, I was shattered to pieces. I needed help, but I wasn’t about to let anyone see my vulnerability. I was the Alpha King.
Moving on seemed almost impossible. Most nights, I saw them and talked to them as if they still existed. I knew I couldn’t move on, no matter how hard I tried. Instead, I buried myself in work, but that only made me more cruel and ruthless.
I bit my lips hard as guilt washed over me.
Maybe if I had been there in time, my brothers wouldn’t have been captured and killed, and our mate wouldn’t have drowned in the river with our… No! I couldn’t think about it. The last thing I wanted was to lose control in front of this son of a bitch.
Molten anger rolled through me as I grabbed the man by his collar, choking him hard and pinning him with my blazing eyes.
“How dare you speak of my brother and our mate?!” I roared, punching him so hard in the face that he lost all his teeth.
But I wasn’t done with him yet.
I would tear him limb from limb!
I would make sure he wouldn’t forget me in a hurry after I killed him in the most unimaginable way.
Satisfaction coursed through me as his fear nearly suffocated him faster than I choked him.
Now, I could feed on his fear.
I growled, baring my canines at him, irritated by the way his eyes rested on mine.
Stinking arrogance!
I would make sure all he saw was darkness as he walked the lonely path to hell.
“Don’t you fucking look me in the eye!” I spat, gouging out his eyes without warning, enjoying his horrifying screams.
But I wasn’t done with him yet.
“Any last words before I send you to hell?” I chuckled dangerously, picking up a large hook that was resting on the wall and caressing it.
I couldn’t wait to put it to use. My hands ached in anticipation.
“I won’t forget you in a hurry, and I’ll make sure to avoid crossing paths with you if we come to this world a second time…” He coughed out blood, gasping for air.
“You are dead!” he started choking on his blood as I stabbed him with the hook, ripping his insides apart and watching his body split in two as they fell lifelessly to the cold floor.
More Kickass Werewolf Reads
Dive into our collection of free werewolf romance novels—where fierce Alphas, daring heroines, and heart-stopping twists await. Every story burns with forbidden desire, loyalty, and destiny. Don’t wait—here’s a world where love bites hard and nothing is stronger than the call of the mate.
Leave a Reply