Page 37 of The Alpha's Fated Destiny

The leader of the security team looks angry. “You’re going to annihilate our pack simply if we don't offer respect to this little bitch? She's not worthy of licking the bottom of my sho…”

The words are barely out of his mouth before he's choking on his blood, my hand thrust through his chest.

His eyes are bulging out as I pull my bloody arm out of his chest, revealing a gaping hole where his heart used to be. His bodycrumples to the ground. Looking around, my voice pleasant, I ask, “Does anybody else want to disrespect my mate?”

The security team members look like they've seen a ghost as their gaze lingers on their fallen leader. I expect them to fall into line, but I'm proven wrong when two of them step forward. “Her mate? This girl was spoken for. She was betrothed to Alpha Black. And now she belongs to his successor. She's a broodmare, nothing more. We will never…”

Both heads go rolling onto the ground as their bodies fall forward, blood spraying in the air.

I wipe my hands on my shirt before looking around. "Who's next?"

The other members step back, but the hatred in their eyes tells me that they're going to be introuble.

"I don't mind killing them all," Sophia finally speaks, her voice cold. "I don't see why I should leave them alive. Once they're dead, your pack can move in, Alex. Seems like a reasonable solution to me."

Hearing such bloodthirsty words from my mate's mouth has me blinking in surprise. Even Brian seems taken aback, but both of us are quiet. This is her decision.

"Round them up," Sophia orders, and my soldiers who have been standing behind her, grab the security members, subduing their efforts to fight back.

However, when Sophia approaches them, the men don't look very scared.

"What're you going to do?" One of them spits at her. "Cry at m…"

She slices his throat in a way that has my eyes widening. My wolf is watching with unconcealed interest as she steps to the next man, the previous one on the ground, clutching his throat.

"You bitch."

She extends her hand toward his face and I can see when he begins to struggle to breathe.

"Suffocating is a painful manner of death," Sophia tells him, calmly.

When she steps toward the next man, there is stark fear in his eyes. He immediately falls to his knees. "Spare me! Spare me!"

The others follow suit.

Fear.

That’s one way of getting them under control.

When Sophia tilts her head to look at me, she looks cool as a cucumber, but I can see the way hands are shaking. She doesn’t do well with violence.

"Brian.” I look toward the older man who nods.

He steps toward the remaining man on his feet. "It would be best if you summon the entire pack to gather within the hour in one location so that Sophia can address them. One hour.”

The security team members scatter almost immediately. I take my mate by the hand and pull her into the closest room, which happens to be the bathroom. Closing the door behind us, I watch her throw up into the waste basket.

She crouches on the dirty floor, shaking.

"You had to do it," I tell her, firmly. "It was the right decision."

"I killed them," she breathes as if she is still not able to believe it.

I crouch next to her, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes are filled with shock.

"You had to. Shifters respond well to a display of power, to fear. That is our nature. This is not going to be the first or the last time, Sophia. I know it's hard for you, but violence and death will have to go hand in hand with this new role you have. Nobody will ever obey you or respect you till they know you are more powerful than them—that you can hurt them."

"I hate it," she whispers, her voice thick with tears. "I know that makes me weak."

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