"Please—please don't cut off my
hand!"
The desperate plea echoed through the
dimly lit chamber, bouncing off the cold stone walls. The scent of damp earth
and blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. The torches lining the walls
flickered weakly, casting long, jagged shadows across the room.
In the center, kneeling on the rough
ground, was a man drenched in sweat. His body trembled violently, his wrists
bound behind his back with thick iron cuffs. His eyes, wide with terror, darted
around the room, searching for mercy in faces that held none. He swallowed
hard, trying to wet his dry throat as he stared up at the silhouette of the
monster before him.
A heavy silence followed.
Then—
A low, amused chuckle. Deep. Cold.
Menacing.
The shadowed figure leaned forward,
elbows resting on his knees, fingers clasped together in a relaxed manner. The
dim light caught the ink sprawled across his arms—dark tattoos winding up his
biceps, disappearing into the rolled sleeves of his shirt. His broad shoulders,
sculpted with raw power, gave him an almost godlike pres
Alpha Killian.
The Devil himself
The traitor's breath hitched as he
tried again, his voice breaking. "Please, I swear by the Moon Goddess, I
did try! I did! I—"
Another chuckle, this one darker, more
mocking
"You want me to spare you?"
Killian's voice was deep, rough, filled with a quiet kind of malice. He tilted
his head slightly, watching the man shake. Pathetic.
The traitor nodded frantically. "I
promise, Alpha. I'll do anything. I'll go back, I'll get the intel. Just—please—spare me
Killian exhaled, sitting back in his
chair, his sharp gaze fixed on the man before him. He wasn't in a rush. He
enjoyed watching his prey squirm, relished the taste of their fear. It was
intoxicating.
"You went to our rival's pack on a
mission," he mused, his voice calm, deliberate. "A mission that required nothing but stealth, precision, and loyalty."
The kneeling man shuddered.
"And yet…" Killian leaned
forward again, his lips curling into something that wasn't quite a smile.
"You went there and spent the night in some filthy brothel with cheap
whores. And now…" His voice dropped to a near whisper, lethal and laced
with venom. "You expect me to believe you were doing your job?"
"I-I wasn't thinking, Alpha—
"That much is clear
The room fell silent again. The only
sound was the soft crackling of the torches. The other pack warriors stood in a
rigid line along the walls, their expressions void of sympathy. They knew
better. There was no redemption for betrayer!
Killian stood, his movements slow,
calculated. The man flinched at the sheer size of him, the way his muscles
tensed beneath his black shirt, the deadly grace in his stance.
A sharp glint of steel caught the
light.
The traitor's eyes widened in horror as
he recognized the weapon in Killian's grip—a gleaming blade, curved and
wickedly sh
"N-no, please, Alpha—please, I
swear"
Killian exhaled, tilting his head as if
considering. Then, with a ghost of a smirk, he spoke the words that sealed the
man's fate.
"Swearing by the Moon Goddess
means nothing when you have no honor."
And then—
A scream.
A sickening, wet sound of flesh parting
beneath cold metal.
Blood splattered across the stone
floor. The traitor's cry of agony ripped through the chamber, raw and
unfiltered. His severed hand dropped to the ground with a dull thud.
Killian wiped the blade clean against
the man's shirt, watching him writhe. He felt nothing.
Turning to his warriors, he spoke, his
voice firm, emotionless.
"Let this serve as a reminder to
all." He met their gazes, unyielding. "Betrayal is met with
punishment. Failure is met with consequences."
Then, his cold eyes returned to the
bleeding, sobbing mess at his feet.
"Dispose him."
And just like that, the Devil walked
away.