My Alpha's Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance

Chapter 107

17. 17. Their Punishment

THEON

Three days had passed since Yileyna had vanished beneath the surface. Despite the worry I felt, I knew she was alive, she was out there and I would find her.

Thad gone to Ailema to tell her to get in touch with Flynn, and how I needed to travel once more, but she had told me it will take a bit of time. As much as I hated to wait, I had no other option.

I unwrapped my bandages, staring at the wounds that were simply not healing at all. They had been stitched as well but they were still raw and bloody. The stinging pain was a welcoming reminder of the internal invisible wounds I had inflicted on her...

A Siren‘s attack in anger was far more deadly than those in a normal attack. The head healer had explained that their anger and rage create a poison that is excreted through their nails and lips.

Hence how the name ‘the touch of death‘ came about.

| cleaned the wounds, hissing at the stinging pain. Pain that was now beginning to spread to the rest of my body slowly

I grabbed fresh bandages, wrapping them around before I glanced at my watch.

It was past ten at night and there were a few things I planned to do... something that had been on my mind for far too long and I would do it before I left, just in case I didn‘t make it back. I wasn‘t the type of person who forgot or forgave those who had crossed me...

I got dressed quickly, pulling on black pants and a black t–shirt, then putting on my coat, slipping one of my daggers into my pockets. This one blade would be enough to get the job done.

I left the castle after applying a scent disguising charm, trying to hold back my aura as much as possible, keeping my head down as I made my way out into the city of Westerfell. The snow had melted and the ice was quite dangerous now, but it wouldn‘t remain for much longer, and once these paths were cleared, Dad would launch his plan... A plan that I had discovered yesterday when I did some prying of my own.

A plan that involved him making sure every pack saw him as the king. There would be legions marching out to each pack and making them take an oath. That was the part that made no sense. People would swear their allegiance to their kind, but what kind of oath was he planning to enforce. 1

It angered me that Dad had a lot more fucking planned that he hadn‘t even bothered to share with me.

I wasn’t treated like his fucking son, but just a tool for him to use. i.

Fuck that shit. 1

My eyes blazed as I stuck to the shadows of the streets, that were far quieter than they used to be under the rule of Andres. Dad‘s men were everywhere... Pack members who I didn‘t recognise from two years ago.

That was another thing… None of Dad‘s closest were here, they were all new, or people I had never really been close to. Where exactly did he get all the manpower he held? The Obsidian Shadow pack wasn’t as big as it is now, there was a lack of women and children, and although that could be because many were still not here, the question still stood. Where were these men from, that seemed to be strangers to me?

Walking through the crowds, I felt detached. This place was never home until Yileyna and I spent that short period together at the cabin. Back then I used to look forward to the time I’d return home to her, seeing her waiting for me, and to hold her whilst I tried to get some sleep. Those were things I would always miss the most.

I had hurt her to the point I broke her repeatedly. The most I could do is punish those who had tried to hurt her.

But what about me? I deserved to be punished for hurting her as well, but being apart from her was a punishment far more painful than any physical form of attack.

I walked down the side of the White Dove, slipping past the guards with ease. I knew he would come here, once a week on his day off, he would be here…

Every single time he‘d take the same room... I silently made my way around the building, before I stopped outside the window to the room I knew he would be in. The curtains were drawn, yet a small gap allowed me to see in.

He was there, fucking one of the Omega whores. I moved back, frowning; I‘d give him time to have one last woman in his life...

| crouched down, looking at the flimsy lock on the window that I had tampered with earlier in the day.

| glanced inside once more, just in time to see him push the woman off of him as he stood up and walked towards the window. I smirked, pulling away, as he opened it and lit a cigar.

Well, this made things easier.

It seemed even Selene wanted me to deal this punishment. I reached for my dagger, pulling it out. I turned in a flash, slicing off his testicles and penis without even casting him a look. Blood sprayed everywhere, and I swiftly walked away as Kyson‘s scream of agony filled the air, taking him a few moments to realise what had happened. 2

If he survived, he would live his life as a eunuch. If he even for one moment thought he‘d get away with what he tried to do with Nikolai, then he had been sorely mistaken.

As for Nikolai, he was ten times worse than Kyson, and his punishment would be that much worse too.

“You wanted to see me?” Nikolai asked, crossing his arms as he glanced around the training area.

The very same one where he had tried to assault her... I looked up at him, as I leaned against the tree she had been practising on.

“If it comes down to what I want, I‘d rather never see your fucking face again.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Yet you called me here... What do you want?” He replied, I didn‘t miss the irritation in his voice, but he was trying to control himself, knowing who I was.

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“Do you recognise this place?” I asked, looking around as if to prove my point.

He looked around before a flicker of understanding settled onto his face, along with unease.

He didn‘t reply and I continued.

“The very place where you tried to rape her, what made you think you‘d get away with it?” | asked, raising my eyebrow.

He clenched his jaw but didn‘t speak, so I walked toward him.

“I‘ll tell you why… because she had no status or protection right?” I asked, dangerously quiet as I circled him slowly.

“She was a whore who enjoyed the attention, was that not obvious from the way she dressed?” He replied with a cold sneer. 2

Anger flared through me, but I kept it in.

“Hmm, so her dressing how she wants makes her a whore? I’m tired of hearing it and putting up with it...” |

replied quietly.

“What did you want? Surely you didn‘t call me here to lecture me about a woman who ran away.” He replied.

“You mean your Alpha.” I reminded him.

He scoffed but shook his head.

“She can never be an Alpha.”

Wrong. She had the fucking fire to become one from day one.

“We both can‘t stand one another, so I will get to the point. What you did that day was something that I don‘t plan to forgive. You tried to take away her choice. She was fighting you, yet you refused to let her go

Remembering that day, I felt the burning pain of rage in my chest.

“What do you plan to do?” He asked, and for the first time, I saw fear in his eyes.

I smirked coldly. Yileyna had fear in her eyes that day too, but he didn‘t care.

“I‘m going to make you feel pain.” I whispered, menacingly grabbing hold of his skull. My aura surged around me, and he screamed in agony as the amber flames enveloped his head.

With my other hand, I grabbed his wrist, crushing it in my hold. A scream left his lips and in a flash, I had my claws out, slicing his neck. His eyes flashed as he fell to his knees, clutching it. It wasn‘t deep enough to kill.

I kicked him back, grabbing his other hand and squeezing it in my hold until I heard the cracking of bones. I did the same to the other once again, making sure it was broken to the point of no return, I would make sure they were so damaged that no healing would be able to fix this.

I looked into his eyes and saw my own blazing gold.

“These hands tried to hurt her.” I replied quietly, before shoving him back onto the ground and taking out my dagger.

His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at me, trying to crawl away, but I was faster, plunging the dagger into his crotch. Blood began staining his dark grey pants instantly.

His eyes flew open in agony, but there was nothing he could do; his hands broken beyond repair, lay uselessly by his side. I stood up and tilted my head.

“If you do end up surviving... which I highly doubt, let this be a reminder to think before you act.” 2

I bent down, twisting my knife, knowing I had torn up his cock, before I yanked my dagger free roughly.

He let out a choked scream, his eyes rolling.

He wasn’t going to survive because I had made sure this blade had been coated in poison, but it would be a slow death.

Strangled noises left him as he tried to say something to me, but he wasn’t able to. I turned and walked away, leaving him out there alone.

The rain was falling steadily, and I welcomed it. It reminded me of her… the Storm that I had pushed away

Dad would know I did this, but I don‘t care. I never bent to anyone, and Dad was no exception. 2 I let the darkness welcome me, making my way towards our cabin… A place that held memories that I needed to help clear the havoc from within me... 6