Stalking my Hot Alpha Uncle

Screening

RAVENNA’S POV

“Ahhhh!!” Catherine squealed at the top of their lungs as she rolled on the grass floor, clutching her bleeding knee. She gnashed her teeth and I only scoffed as I walked one step closer to her and lowered myself to her eye level.

She was all sweat and snot, smelling like piss and s**t together. How disgusting.

‘Just blow her head off, I don’t even know why you bother’, Vienna said in disgust and I smirked.

‘She needs to suffer more, Vienna. Because only me. I am the only one who knows her ultimate secret, the secret that even the devil wouldn’t accept her if she was sent straight to hell now’ I narrowed my eyes at her red eyes and I traced the nuzzle of my gun down her nose.

I could hear the footsteps of the men walking through the forest. I ordered them to watch over her. There were fewer than before. Catherine must have done something to some of them.

“Why are you doing this?” Her voice was tiny and weak, but because of my sharp hearing, I was able to guess what she was saying. I quirked an eyebrow and then frowned, pressing the nuzzle of the gun on her head, making sure I could feel her skull.

“Someone wants you to die slowly, Miss Catherine,” I informed her in a voice that wasn’t even familiar to me, so clipped and at the same time soft as if I was talking to Zeke.

She started sobbing silently, her snot coming out harder now, my face twisted in disgust and I gulped down nothing. I stood straight just at the same time, one of the men halted behind me.

“I am very sorry boss.” The man stuttered in a whimper.

Slowly turning to face the meek werewolf, I raised my gun and slapped his face, causing him to bleed at the corner of his lips.

“I gave you one job.” I was seething, the rage tugging at my heartstrings causing tingles, “One f*****g job, and you let this wench go!”

The man in particular slumped to his knees, already taken to a sorry mess. Something inside me liked the way he was groveling. This was how it was meant to be. I turned to look at Catherine behind me and loved the terrified look on her face.

“Take her away,” I ordered coldly, watching as she became as pale as a sheet. Her screams started but one of my men flung her on his shoulder after they tied her up again.

“I hate you! You will die a miserable death! Once I get out of your heart, I will remove your gut and feed it to the beast!” Before she could continue to curse, the one carrying her slammed her hand against the back of her neck, knocking her out cold.

Once they had disappeared from my sight, I just stood there, looked around and noticed we were in the heart of the forest.

Catherine still had the strength to run this far. I needed to teach her a lesson.

I looked at the silver gun in my hand, knowing fully well I was holding something that could kill me too. I shook my head knowing fully well I had become too cruel for my good.

But what does it matter? This is how villains are made.

Fixing my gun back into the strap on my thighs, I walked back to the warehouse, making sure to take slow deliberate steps constantly asking myself if I should keep torturing her.

But with everything she had done to me before…

I shook my head vigorously, using my cold hands to slap my cheeks, bringing me back to reality, “She would be tortured.”

My self-pity stopped talking to me and I finally reached the warehouse where Catherine was squealing like a pig that lost its leg, and it only got worse once when I stepped into the warehouse and stood before her.

Crouching to her level, she clipped her mouth shut, her breath uneven, her chest rising and falling, and her eyes watered to the point I knew she was about to cry.

“I would like to show you something.” I softly told her, hating the way I sounded to her, but it was necessary so she wouldn’t think I was someone she knew.

My eyes gleamed with a mischievous light as I shuffled for something in my pocket while keeping a steady gaze on her. She was a shivering mess.

Her clothes were gone, her hair was knotted, and she looked worse than a human. More like a beggar on the streets.

It was exhilarating.

Once I felt the thing I needed, I took the pictures and then spread them out like cards for her with my fingers. Her eyes widened, she knew who was captured in these pictures.

“Do you know them, Catherine?” She shook her head from left to right, telling me her answer and her smile fell. She must have felt the dread in my expression, and she quickly nodded.

I smiled back again and then patted her head dotingly.

“Good girl, if you keep obeying me like this, I won’t need to call the big guys to open another hole.” my words were dripping with honey, and she widened her eyes and met my cold gaze.

I maintained the smile on my face even when she was looking at me like I was the devil himself. Well, I would love that title.

I stood up, breaking our gaze, as I walked to the table sprawled with alot of torturing instruments and spread the pictures there.

“Would you dare to know who would be my next victim? Miss Catherine?” I asked, raising a picture and facing Catherine in a way she wouldn’t notice I was talking to her.

My back was facing her, so I was able to watch her from the corner of my eyes, seeing her struggle with the ropes, shaking her head continuously,

The pictures in my hand were photos of her minions that I would love to torture and kill.

The feeling of vibration in my pocket told me someone was calling, so I walked away from where I was originally while taking my phone to check. It was Saphie.

Me: “Hi, Saphie. Anything matter?”

Saphie: “ You should return home, Zeke has run mad.”

I furrowed my brows in confusion, my heart beating because, at this particular time, I didn’t have the time to watch him, so I listened on.

Me: “What exactly happened to him?”

Saphie: “Zeke told all the unmated women and young ladies to meet him. It seems like they are screening them for someone."

I almost choked on my saliva! He took me seriously!

Me: “I will be there soon.”

It wasn’t an empty promise. I hung up the call and made sure I had given my men instructions before I disappeared from the warehouse, arriving in my room. I wasted no time. I looked around and opened my wardrobe.

Taking all my disguised clothes away, I wore the special clothes that usually masked my scent. It was something I got from the black market before I started my mission.

It was an alluring dress that hugged my body, not even wearing underwear, I disappeared, accepting darkness once again.

Once the light returned, I went back to Zeke’s study. My body felt snuggled from his scent wafting from every corner of his office, bathing me with the aftermath of his presence.

I placed the tip of my finger on the corner of the table and traced the table as I walked to his seat, settling myself down, I crossed my legs and leaned my body back as if my uncle was on the seat, and I was sitting on him.

My heart felt full of warmth, and my c**t was throbbing with need and desire.

I wanted him,

It was as if the moon goddess was answering because the door suddenly opened, yet I didn’t jerk away from the chair, I purposely let him walk towards him while our eyes held each other.

“Nice to meet you again, Alpha Zeke.”