Page 92 of My Forbidden Alpha

The knife I had thrown still lodged deep in her throat in such a delicious way that I feel excitement ripple through me.

I smile in amusement. The delicious smell of blood fills my nose as I watch her gasp and choke on her own blood as she stretches her hand out for help. After a few moments, seeing she’s still alive, I stand up, frowning.

Her eyes widen in horror as I advance towards her, loving the way the room fills with the smell of fear. It’s like an aphrodisiac to me. Each step I take is calculated. I like to tease my prey and watch their eyes as death steps closer, knowing it’s coming for them.

“Now you’ve offended me, I’m sure I threw that knife withfull force,” I murmur, stopping next to her, tears are streaming down her cheeks, her heart thumping far too fast, it is a wonder it hasn’t burst from her chest.

Leaning down, I slowly pull the knife out of her neck, watching as her eyes widen impossibly more. She opens her mouth in a silent scream, but before she can even attempt a word, I grip her hair, jerking her head back.

I examine the wound on her neck, blood spurting out like a fountain of her life’s blood. The urge to stick my finger in the wound is tempting, to feel around for her voice box and really make her scream.

“The fun I could have with you... I would love to hear your gasps, hear you as I plunge my hand deep into your throat and rip you apart from within. It’s a shame I have places to be.”

A strangled whimper muffled by the gaping hole in her throat comes out in almost a wheeze. Shaking my head, I plunge the knife into her neck again.

Her body jerks and I remove the blade, repeating the move several times, making sure to twist as I pull it out. I feel the exciting snap as another pack-link breaks inside of me.

Ah, she’s dead. What a shame. That was too quick.

The feeling of losing another one of these mutts excites me. My breathing hardens as adrenaline fills me, and I keep stabbing her, trying to release the build-up of excitement flowing through my veins.

I growl in frustration and throw the knife down. Her blood pools around her, staining my floor with her filth.

Cade, get someone in here to clean my office, it’s filthy!I spit with hatred as I glare down at the girl with eyes too wide and unseeing. She peers vacantly, losing their colour right before my eyes, and my excitement dims.

Standing up, I examine my hand. The mutt got her blood on me. Licking some, I relish the taste of her fear; it changeshow blood tastes, making it almost saltier, just like their scents change.

I grab some tissues and wipe my hands before I stroll back to my desk and unlock the bottom desk drawer, staring at the envelope that contains the prophecy that the witch had penned.

I take it out and flip it open, staring emotionlessly at the prophecy about the birth of a sacred wolf from my bloodline… a bloodline long forgotten. But a bloodline that makes me stronger, better than the rest of the trash that calls themselves wolves.

The witch needs something from me, from my bloodline, but there is nothing special about that bitch of a daughter of mine! I kick my desk angrily. But there has to be something that made her sure there was something special about Scarlett. After all, she was the one who had told me they’re alive. I didn’t believe her at first, but she was right.

That only makes my blood boil further. The urge to kill someone only growing. That scum on the floor wasn’t enough! I should have dragged her death out longer. Instead, now I am craving something more, something to appease this hunger for death inside me.

Speaking of the witch…

Alaric! Make sure the whores are ready,I hiss through the mind-link. I have a plan in place and for that, my three so-called ‘Lunas’, or as I said, whores, are part of it. The witch had awoken the darkness within them. And gave me something to play with. She had given them abilities at the price of a part of their souls – their wolves.

She herself was once a hybrid, a witch with a wolf, yet she had killed her wolf too, or so the rumours say.

If Scarlett is not who she says, if she is not special, I will find her, I will kill her and I will enjoy doing it. She might be powerful, but I am Zidane Malone. I am fucking stronger.

Strength… my mind goes to the Alpha who came today. Why do I feel like there is something more to him? His aura was almost like mine, not as strong as he is not yet Alpha but strong – extremely potent.

How is it possible? Didn’t the witch say that only two of the four original bloodlines were still in existence? Or did she lie to me?

I sit down, spinning in my chair, with my fingers to my chin. Round and round I spin, watching the room whirl around me as I ponder over who he might be. Not only do I need to separate them, but I need to finish him. I can’t have him meddling when I need her. Whoever he may be, he is a thorn in my side.

And once I am done with him, then- then I’ll go for his family, then his pack, killing off anyone he cares about. First, I will torture all the men, but I won’t kill them straight away. Instead, I will make them watch and listen as I rape their women, showing them what true power is, and it isn’t what their pathetic Alpha possesses.

He too will watch as I rape their women and daughters, listen to them beg and plead to be saved while being powerless to stop me.

Only then will I kill the men before I leave the women to die slow, painful deaths after they’ve watched the men who are supposed to protect them die. I’ll watch their hope die along with their loved ones. And the one who will receive the worst punishment…

My dear Jessica.

Just the thought of breaking every single bone in her body, listening to her screams of agony as I tear flesh from bone, has me excited. She’ll feel that excitement as I fuck her helpless, pitiful body, taking everything from her.

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