Point of View: Alpha Ryan Damison
All I see is red. Anger.
My veins ferociously pulsate hard as I think of my mate. My mate is a guy, I can't accept this shit. Clearly, the Moon had it out for me, what a sly bitch as there is no more hilarious mistake than pairing me with a guy!
But there were bigger bastards than me in the past then why me? Why? My chest heaves menacingly, anger and fury rising to the surface. I can't keep the fuck calm, there is only one thing that can calm me that is the Red Room of Pain.
As soon as I leave my office Drake run towards me asking something that I didn't really hear. "Tell Daniel to do the arrangements. Right now!" I order Drake, my voice thick and threatening.
I hope that will calm me down. I still can't believe that my mate is not a girl. I would have tolerated any bitch but really a guy? Though we have gay mates in our pack never on the earth I thought that situation with me.
I stride to the basement directly, I push away mate thoughts as it only fuels my anger. I walk past my security officers into the 'P' building. That is my Pack building, where only my pack members and wolves are allowed. My pack business and administration is handled by my Beta, second-in-command whom I feel like to kill all the time.
"Alpha, what a sudden surprise!" Daniel rushes towards me with open arms but stops in the midway as he senses my anger radiating from me. "Everything is ready, Alpha." He says while stepping aside from my way.
I ignore my Beta and walk towards the cellar to the Red Room of Pain. That's the only place where my anger releases, unleashes without any thought of consequences. Even those who didn't earn this wrath today will earn it at some point.
Ryan, calm down. Let's go back and talk to our mate first. I instantly block Dakota in my head, this wolf has lost his mind completely.
I kick hard, the door fly opens revealing the only person I want to meet so badly. A wolfish grin appears on the edges of my lips as I see the condition of the person. I push the door with another kick, locking just us in to have fun.
My nose scrunch, the room has a pungent smell, something metallic mix with the smell of rotten flesh. The walls of the room are almost red, red from the blood spilled from the rogues. And the person in front of me is one of them.
"Jax! Did you miss me? How was the food? I hope your friend's liver tasted good." I sound exciting whereas Jax makes a foul face as soon as he sees me. He so wants to die tonight!
Jax is firmly tied up in chains, from his hands to legs a thick stainless steel chain is wrapped, wounding him all around his body and a silver ring on his neck which is attached to the wall securing him in one place only.
I see dry blood on his cheeks, shoulders, and chest, he is looking awful and nasty, just like I want him. Jax's dry eyes stare at me gravely, his lips slowly move, probably cursing me under his breath for the bad omen I am.
"I told you I wasn't spying on your territory." He spits, next to my Versace shoes. I ball my fists as my instincts order me to rip his tongue out, chop it into pieces, and fed him back. But instead, I smile.
"So tell me, Jax. How did you meet your mate?" I ask him friendly. He looks surprisingly at me as if I offered him a chilled beer. I wait for his response but I get none, so I jam my fist in his ribs.
The cracking sound of his ribs brings a satisfactory smile on my face. He screams in agony, the whole room vibrates with his cries. Still, I get no response so I punch in the exact same spot, but this time sturdily. "College! In college." He cries. Good boy.
"Does your mate have boobs?" I ask him politely. Jax growls at me showing his two-inch long canines so I punch on his lower ribs just below the broken ones. "Yessss." He hisses in pain.
"You see Jax, this is where I am jealous of you. As my mate lack... some basic... stuff!" I mumble. "Size doesn't matter." Jax quiver in return.
Size? Hell size? This made me laugh, I lift my fist and punch his hard jaw with great force. I see blood on my knuckles and on the floor, oozing from his mouth to his neck, chest. Oh, he is a heavy bleeder.
"Tell me, Jax. How it's like to get intimated with your mate?" I am very curious to know this as I have heard it's the most beautiful feeling, something that I am never going to feel.
He doesn't reply instead, his wolf glare at me darkly through his stark eyes. "Jax! You are going to die anyway, so enlighten me. I just met my mate and I don't know what to do with it." I shrug casually.
Out of nowhere, Jax swings his head back as he laughs loudly like a crackhead. I patiently wait for him to answer but my knuckles itch to break his teeth. All his teeth.
"It's the most amazing feeling in the world, I would die a hundred times just to feel it again but I hope your mate rejects an asshole like you. You don't deserve her." He smirks.