Page 24 of Alpha's Revenge Luna

“Don’t worry, Samuel, you’re not dead yet; humans can live several hours after disembowelment.

Luckily for you, you’re not human, so you’ll last longer,” I tell him, dropping them on the ground.

With a look of horror, he stares down at his intestines, before frantically and ridiculously trying to ravel them back up.

He sways on his feet from the blood loss.

Still, he isn’t quick enough at stuffing them back in as his wolf heals his wounds, healing around the grotesque display.

“That gives Kyrio plenty of time to play. I would love to stick around and help him, but I have a mate who is shifting tonight, so I am needed elsewhere.” I pat him on the shoulder.

“Kyrio will take good care of you, he’s under order to keep you alive as long as possible while he skins you,” I tell him.

Samuel stumbles, but Kyrio catches him just as Dimitri comes in.

I turn and take in Dimitri’s large frame. He is a giant of a man, his muscles bulging beneath his shirt, green eyes that burn with raging fire when angry.

“Oh, you haven’t met Dimitri; his mate was one of those killed when you and Micheal sent those rogues to attack. I’ll leave you two to get better acquainted,” I tell him.

Dimitri steps closer, and Samuel shrinks away from him. “Your death will be slow and painful,” he says through gritted teeth. Kyrio steps forward just as eager to get his hands on him with a sinister grin on his face.

Samuel chokes and whimpers before speaking. “They’ll come for you, Michael was just the tip of the iceberg, you have no idea who you’re messing with.”

I stop just in the doorway while Dimitri shrugs off his jacket, tossing it on the desk. I look at Dimitri while Kyrio moves to grab handcuffs and rope. “Make sure he is still alive before you feed him to the rats,” I tell Dimitri.

“Don’t worry, Alpha, I’ll make sure he suffers for what he did to Bronte.”

I nod once and close the door. I wander down the corridor and head back to my room when I run into Tara preparing the dining hall with a few others.

“Tara,” I call out, and she glances up with the tray of cutlery in her hand.

“Have dinner sent up to my room tonight, we won’t be joining everyone tonight,” I tell her before grabbing the handrail about to climb the stairs. She nods quickly when I hear Samuel scream and those in the dining hall all stop and look in the direction of my office.

“You might want to send Dale and a few others in once Kyrio and Dimitri are done, so they can help to clean up.”

“We can clean it, Alpha,” one of the women says, but I shake my head. “Send for Dale, what’s going on in there, I don’t want you seeing,” I say, giving them a pointed look.

I climb a couple of steps when Tara speaks up. “Alpha?” I stop looking at her, and she drops her gaze to the floor.

“Don’t do that, look at me. Don’t shy away from me now,” I tell her. I hate how submissive the woman here are; which is kind of funny since I want Emery to submit to me.

Tara clears her throat before finally speaking. “Isn’t Samuel part of the council?” she asks, and I glance around at the other four women, who also hold the same worry on their faces.

“He is,” I tell them. They glance at each other nervously.

“But if you kill him… the council…” Tara pauses, her voice stuttering when Marilyn, Dale’s wife speaks up. Marilyn and Dale have a child together. Luckily, she was able to get to the bunkers in time with the select few who made it there. The rest weren’t so lucky.

“Alpha, they’ll come for us, the council will come and what of the other packs?” she murmurs, casting her gaze to the wall when I turn my attention to her. Sighing, I take a step down.

“We’ve been rogue before, they can shut our resources down, but they won’t touch you,” I try to reassure them.

“But the other packs, the rogue communities.”

“Fear me, Kyrio.” I look at Marilyn. “Dale, we’ve all discussed it, we are expecting them to come.”

“And when they do? I’m not doubting you, Alpha, you saved us after all, we know what you’re capable of, but you’re one Hybrid, there are dozens of packs,” Tara pipes up once again.

“Discuss it with Kyrio, you too, Marilyn. I told them no unless their mates are on board,” I tell them. Marilyn and Tara exchange a look.

“Wait…” Tara blurts, and I must give her credit, when it comes to Kyrio, she will speak up for him, even against me.

I glance at her. “This was their decision. I never suggested it, you know I was against it to start with.”

“Until Anastasia,” Marilyn murmurs, and my eyes flick to her.

“As I said, I won’t go through with it, unless they’ve spoken with you both first.”

“And Dimitri?” asks one of the younger girls. She is a year younger than Emery.

“Dimitri is capable of making his own decisions, and last I checked you’re too young to be able to claim him, and certainly too young for Dimitri to be claiming you. Do I need to go speak with him?”

“I’m eighteen, Alpha,” she says boldly.

“And still not shifted. Until then, you stay away from my Gamma, understood?”

She nods meekly, her cheeks tinging red. “Emery hasn’t shifted,” she blurts, and I smirk at her words. Tara elbows her, earning a glare from her.

“Emery is my mate; she is also nineteen tonight. She’ll get her wolf, and she’ll realize soon enough,” I remind her. She pouts and goes to say something when Tara hisses at her. “Enough, Annabelle.”

I snort, climbing the steps back to my mate.

As I near the top, I hear Annabelle speak up again to one of the women. “So not fair, she is only a year older than me.”

“A year is a year, besides the Alpha knows she is his mate,” Marilyn tells her. “But if the Alpha makes him a Hybrid, what if I smell bad, and he doesn’t want me.”

Tara laughs. “Geez, Annabella, Dimitri is ten years older than you.”

“Not to mention he lost his mate recently,” Marilyn chimes in.

“I know that, just… he is nice to me,” I hear her whisper.

“Nice doesn’t mean anything, Dmitri is nice to everyone, it’s just who he is.”

“Lift your standards, girlie, you don’t mate every man who smiles at you,” I hear Tara tell her. I stop listening to them bicker with the girl, still, her next words break my heart.

“You can say that, you don’t have to worry about being sold, I do,” she turns and walks off. A moment later, I hear a door slam. I would never, although, I don’t blame her for thinking that; where we found her, only the mated were free of the unmated and the under table dealings.

Just like everyone here, we’ve all suffered. I grew up rogue, my men rogue not by choice, whereas I knew no other way of living until I stumbled upon them that night.

Whereas the women, most of them grew up in captivity as sex slaves, sold to the highest bidder, treated like mere toys, even a few of the men here. No matter how long they’ve been here safe, old thought patterns always creep back in.