Page 119 of My Forbidden Alpha

My Lair

Zidane

They escaped, Alpha! I’m sorry, they had backup. Shall we regroup and go after them?

They escaped.

I had given up the chase at pack borders and returned, commanding my men to continue.

My head squeezes with rage as I pull on the pants someone passes me, right before I snap his head off.

My eyes dart around the dinner hall trying to calm my rage.

They got away!

“BASTARDS!” I shriek as I punch the wall. The urge to kill rises within me again, and my hands tremble with unbridled rage.

In my mania-filled haze as I destroy the room around me, my eyes fall on the body of the Latina woman.

Someone’s alive it seems. I walk over to her, kicking aside the dead as I glare down at the woman. She’s breathing, but barely.

I want to tear her to bits, rip into her mercilessly and destroy her completely, but she can be rather useful. After all, she had managed to inject Scarlett with the strong dose of wolfsbane.

Smiling coldly, I place my blood-covered foot on her head. Asmall whimper escapes her, and I apply more pressure.

“Because of what you managed to do, I will let you live a little while longer,” I inform her before delivering a sharp kick to her head. She gasps weakly. Smirking, I use her as a stepping stool, applying full pressure to her head as I step on it, taking my sweet time, enjoying making her suffer.

She whimpers weakly, and I’m certain that must have been painful. She faints and I look down at her, stepping over her as I leave the room, stopping in the hall where the wolves who were meant to catch Scarlett and that wretched alpha are cowering in fear as they kneel before me in a line.

I look at them with rage, contempt and amusement.

Despite the blood splattered across my body and the deep scratches that Scarlett had left on me, I am calm and composed. But all the men here know that calmness is far more dangerous than rage.

I pace before them, each step I take echoes in the silence.

“Not one of you was able to stop two kids… two fucking kids from escaping,” I hiss, my voice poisonous as I approach the wolves. Cade is also kneeling there, despite being severely injured.

One man looks up with fear in his eyes. “Alpha, please forgive us. They had help-” The man does not live to finish his sentence as I rip his head from his body, throwing it to the ground.

“I do not need incompetent wolves serving me!” I spit, moving to the next man in the line. My claws come out and I rip the man’s heart out, crushing it in my fist. “I need wolves who are strong and are able to get the fucking job done!”

With every word I speak, my rage only grows as I walk down the line, punishing them all – gouging one man’s eyes out, tearing the next one’s intestines out, another one loses his arms and legs. Some die instantly, others writhe in agony before death comes.

The smell of blood is intense, and it satisfies me. Even if it satiates only the smallest part of me. I want more. I want to kill everyone. To rip them all to shreds. Death and blood. Ahh, how good it feels.

Cade is the only one left after I am done murdering the other eleven men.

“How many men did we lose out there?” I ask venomously.

“At least nine were killed by the other alpha and his men, who were lying in wait.” Cade looks around at the dead bodies and I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

The ground is an ocean of blood, the coppery smell in the air is powerful.

“Fools, all of them,” I say, glaring at Cade. “Find out the name of the alpha who helped them, and his pack. Everyone knows the laws. No one is allowed to interfere with another’s pack.”

“Yes, Alpha, I have men already looking into it,” Cade bows to me before he gets up and staggers from the hall like a pathetic weakling.

I step over more bodies and look into the dining hall, which is full of dead bodies torn apart.

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