The nerve of this fucker! How had I not known?
Very true the saying 'the enemy is within'. The sole reason why Violet Rachelle was presently not with me was because of this nincompoop that called himself Skyler.
"How many people are you working with?" I snarled but Skyler didn't answer. "goddamit … who fucking sent you and how many were you that was sent?" I thundered causing the people in the prison to flinch with exception of myself, Theodore, and the fucking son of a bitch…Skyler. Hell, even the head of the guard that had earlier brought him jumped in fear.
"I'm alone" he whimpered out, blood coming out of his mouth as he spoke.
"Like the hell, you are alone… tell me before I cut your tongue out. "How many of your men are here in my pack?"
"Just me," he said.
At his response, I buckled my fingers and launched into his face. His face only reeled back a bit before it jerked right back to me. One of the two guards standing on either side of him adjusted his restraining chair so I would have access to more parts of his body. "Theodore?"
Theodore understood what I wanted from him. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he went out through the opened door and returned shortly with the torture.
"Pliers" I demanded with an outstretched arm toward me
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh" Skyler's groan rang through the prison room when I began to stretch his fingers with the plier. "Fuck" he said, trying to forcefully drag his finger away from the plier but instead of removing his fingers as he intended, the gesture made the pain intensified and he shouted even louder. Almost immediately, I signaled Theodore for the hammer and iron slate and he delivered them promptly. I placed his plier…stretched fingers on the iron slate and landed it on his fingers, his groan and whimpers of pain were loud but I was so sure it was nothing compared to how felt inside and until I made him feel exactly as I felt or he confessed I wasn't going to stop torturing.
"Tell me, Skyler! Who are you fucking working with" I shouted at the top of my voice, I was slowly losing my mind? "Or tell me where Violet and my mate Rachelle are at?" I said again ready to pull his eyes off their socket if he doesn't respond to me.
And you presumed right. The fucker said nothing through and through all the torture except for his groans, shouts, and whimpers of pain. He said nothing to give me an edge on the situation and up to this very hour, I still don't have any solid information concerning the whereabouts of Rachelle, except that she and Violet were captured by the current Alpha and the Alpha elect of the pack.
I went back to my office and tried to carry out some paperwork but I accomplished nothing after hours of sitting behind my work table.
"What the fuck!" I grunted. My head was in disarray and my mind was multitasking. Thinking of ways to rescue Violet and Rachelle, thinking of how to tame whining Rex, what other torture to give Skyler and how to storm the Paz pack.
I got tired of sitting in the heat of my office, even with the aid of the air conditioner, I still felt prickles of sweat dripping down my body. I walked mindlessly, without any intended location in my mind until I finally arrived at the pool.
Well, maybe I did know where I was headed after all. I could definitely use some chills. I got into the pool and even the water seemed to have been heated. I never found the calm I needed, in fact, if anything my mind wandered the more, peaking through all the memories I have with Rachelle.
Maybe if I hadn't pressured her into liking me but tried to know her better—get close to her and be her friend as Theodore earlier suggested maybe she wouldn't have needed to for a breather. I choked and crowded her because of my selfish act and now I made both of us suffer—Rachelle, especially who knows what those beasts are doing to her right now?
'Hey Everett, you need to come quick' Theodore's voice thundered in my mind, and without asking what the matter was I gingerly got out of the pool in hopes he had heard better news concerning Violet and Rachelle.
I practically jogged my way back to the packhouse, Rex was banging to be freed, considering we would reach faster if it was him on the run.
"What news do you have, Theodore?" I asked immediately stormed into the packhouse. Both Theodore and the servants turned to look at me like I'd grown two heads. Their look of confusion soon turned into pity.
Looking at the scene before me, I put two and two together and realized what he had mind-linked for.
I'm a fucking joke to you? I wanted to scream at him but kicked against him when I saw the emptiness in his eyes then I remembered we were both trying to scale through this ugly phase. If this was his method of going through it— acting like the problem never existed then I guess I'd have to accept it.
"I'm not hungry," I said calmly.
"Yeah, so am I. But I'm eating anyway so why not join me?" Theodore said with a hint of humor and sobriety that I ended up joining him at the dining table. Just like the past few days dinner was as solemn and painfully slow as it could be.
Theodore and I lingered in the living room a bit, drowning our sorrow with a bottle of whiskey when my eyes suddenly became very heavy that I have no other option than to shut them.
"You know that I would never let you go, do you not know, Rachelle?" I said with a large smile to Rachelle, holding her hands as my life depended on them, while my eyes were locked on hers.
"I do hope so, Everett. But sometimes I cannot help but worry that you would leave me. For someone else, I mean." she said weakly, casting her eyes downwards as she said so, properly ashamed or insecure, but I didn't allow her sulky demeanor to last.
"Do not say such things, my dear. We were made for each other. We are mates. Leaving you would be downright outrageous, so you do not have to worry." she nodded at me and sighed.
"Yes. But what about in public. Look at me." she said, removing her hands from mine and gesturing to herself.
"Look at the condition of my skin. I have been wounded and bruised, and you deserve someone who is beautiful. Most of these marks were inflicted on me with the use of silver. You are a very sweet man, Alpha Everett. You do not deserve any of this." She sighed again.
"You are right. I do not deserve someone like you." I said with a sigh and she averted her eyes to look at the ground again, but I wasn't having that, I used my index finger to lift her chin so that we are eyes-length. "You are so beautiful and so kind. It is really heartwarming for me, you know? You would make the perfect Luna, and I promise to make you that one day." I said, this time, cradling her face in my palms, squishing her cheeks in the process.
"Oh Everett," she said in a whisper, tears falling from her eyes.
"You and only you are the one I want. The one I need most. Make sure you remember that for as long as we live because if anything happens to you, I would not be able to take it. I would go with you too." I said and she let out a sharp gasp.
"Everett, you have to listen to me—" I cut her off before she could say anything even further.
"No, I want you to listen to me—" She cut me off this time.
"Yes, I want to be with you, Everett, but I can't. Until you save me from this dungeon, I cannot be with you. Violet and I await you, but we don't know how much longer we can hold. I fear for what might have become of Violet…." Rachelle said and instantly, she began to bleed from everywhere—her nostrils, ears, and mouth.
"Rachelllle" I shouted as her skin began to drop like patches of clay work, our laced fingers, tearing apart as her body shattered and disappeared before my very eyes.
My eyes jolted open when I felt something vigorously shake my body.
"You were talking and twisting in your sleep. What was that about?" Theodore asked about half a minute later after I woke? Apparently, he woke me up because I was screaming out Rachelle's name in my sleep and I was sweating profusely.
I finished narrating the dream to him and he gave me what he thought was the meaning of the dream. According to him, Rachelle was being gravely tortured by her captors and was waiting for me to her rescue. The reason why she was hanging on was that she wanted to give us a chance to experience what mating is but everything will depend on how fast we acted to redeem both she and Violet from the hands of their captors.
Angrily, I got up and staggered my way to the prison, the alcohol in my veins gave me the adrenaline push I needed. "Where's Skyler?" I asked the guard in charge of the room upon my arrival.
"He is inside but he is out" the guards gently replied with a curt nod.
A bucket of water lay next to him in the prison room, true to the guard's words, Skyler was passed out on the restraining chair he was tied to. I carried the bucket and emptied the whole content on it and it was enough to have him up.
Grabbing his hair, I pulled it downwards which elicited a gasp from his mouth and I used the opportunity to press his mouth open.
Theodore sent a hard punch across his face, no doubt the hit destroyed whatever bones he had there.
"You can hit me all you want," Skyler said, spitting out blood. "Y'all are claiming to be all-knowing and highly sensitive, but you are all fools! How could you not have noticed something was off since? "He spitted out blood and continued "I knew Rachelle was a wild one and that was why I provoked a reaction from her, that day during training. I just needed to confirm that it was indeed the Rachelle, the Paz pack was searching for, and that one stunt was all it took for her to fall into my trap…You can torture me until I die, but one thing is sure I'm not dying alone. Your dearest mate, Rachelle, and your Harrying Zeta, Violet would die after me" Skyler chuckled out before letting out a peal of annoying, humorless belly laughter.
All I could see when he finished speaking was red and fire.
"Give me the neck with wrist cuffs and spiked batons," I ordered. Skyler had chosen death and death I was going to give him. No one dared speak to me in such a manner and no one talked about my mate and best friend dying in my presence. One-touch of the spiked baton against his chest and he was out cold on the chair but that wasn't enough to stop me. I wanted him to go with the pain to his afterlife.
Kyle pov…
Twenty minutes had come and gone in a blur and we still hadn't decided on the fate of Rachelle and her friend. Kylie Dad and I had been skirting through what to do with them but no conclusion had been reached yet…..
"I'd suggest that we don't kill them," I said and sat upright, ready to make my father and Kylie see the only bright side to sparing Rachelle's and her friend's life. "Think about it, we could use them as the bait that would lure the Alpha king out and eventually kill him," I said and a proud smile broke out of Father's mouth.
"Now you are thinking and talking like my son," he said with a curt nod.
"What do we do with them? Just wait until the Alpha king comes to their rescue?" Kylie asked.
"Nope, not when we have so much work to be done in the headquarters and them being in the headquarters means no escape I said with a wink.
"You're so fucking right" Kylie interjected with her signature smirk.