Abandoned Revenge

Chapter 7. Kayl

The bond struck me like a blade to the chest—sudden, scorching, tearing from the inside, without warning, without mercy. I stood in the center of the circle, body tense, hands still raised to the Moon, the ritual words echoing fading in the hall, red light flooding everything in a b****y hue, energy at its peak, air vibrating from the pack's power. And suddenly—her.

Her scent—rain after a storm and wild herbs—filled everything instantly, displacing the pine from branches, smoke from torches, alphas' power around. Light, pure, calming the wolf inside for a moment—warmth spreading in my chest sharply, strong pull, wolf growling quietly, demanding closer, mark, own, hold. Body reacted on its own—muscles tensing, breath faltering for a moment, skin burning from bond heat. But mind—pure rage, contempt burning stronger than pain, like poison in veins.

I looked at her—omega on knees in circle, fragile, short stature, chestnut hair in simple braid, white dress soaked from sweat and tears, clinging to body. Writhing on stone, crying quietly, hoarsely, falling forward completely, palms slapping floor, fingers digging into salt powder, body in light convulsion, tears running down cheeks. Weak. Nothing. Fate's mistake.

Pack froze—silence first like before storm, air thickening further, then whispers ran through circle like wind, gaining strength, indifferent but searing, humiliating in every intonation.

I stepped forward slowly, heavy pause deliberate, so all felt weight, so she felt every movement, every gaze. Voice loud, cold like verdict before entire pack, words echoing off walls.

“This is a mistake.”

Pause—heavier, so humiliation sank deeper, so she writhed stronger, so pack heard and approved.

“The Moon erred. Omega has no place in my bond. No place beside king.”

Whispers intensified instantly—approval, mockery, indifference like blow, voices intertwining.

Selena—red-haired, proud, ambitious—stepped closer to circle edge right after my words, green eyes flashing triumph and anger, body tense, posture straight, hand on hip—power in gesture. Scent of spices and roses choking closer.

“Shame for pack!” she shouted loud, words like whip, pause for effect. “Weak servant—and this your pair, Kayl? Tear it! Publicly! Let crawl back to dirt where omegas belong! Pack won't tolerate weakness!”

She turned to me closer, voice lower but loud for nearest, eyes into mine, touch—hand on my sleeve, possessive.

“You can't accept this,” she added, pause, gaze piercing. “Pack will see weakness in you. I—strong. I worthy throne. Beside you.”

I pulled away sharply—gesture short, hand brushing off touch, gaze cold, pressing.

“Not your business, Selena,” I said low, voice like growl. “Silence.”

She stepped back, eyes narrowing, but smile—triumphant.

Edric—father—stood silent aside circle, gaze heavy, indifferent, energy pressing wordless, his pause most heavy. He approached closer after, when pack started dispersing, voice low, without emotion.

“You did right,” he said, pause, gaze on me piercing. “Weakness—death for king. Tear bond completely. Or kill mistake.”

I nodded, fist clenched—pain in knuckles.

“Tear,” I replied coldly. “Won't allow weakness.”

But bond burned inside—her scent in blood, pull, wolf demanding.

I raised hand—order gesture, voice loud again for pack remnants.

“Take her away. To cell. Immediately.”

Guards grabbed—rough, by arms, yanked up with force. She didn't resist, body weak, head down, dress soaked, trembling all over, quiet sobs—intermittent, echoing far when led down corridor, steps shuffling, humiliation in every sound.

Inner thoughts—rage whirlwind: bond burns chest constantly, her scent in blood, wolf demands return, find, mark, hold close. But weakness—don't tolerate. Shame—won't let pack see. Control—mine.

Selena approached again when hall almost empty, voice low with subtext, hand on my sleeve once more.

“Now all know—you strong,” she said, pause, eyes into mine. “And she... broken forever. I can be beside. Strong.”

I pulled away again—sharper, gaze like blade.

“Leave, Selena.”

She smiled—triumphantly, left.

I remained in center alone, hall emptying, Moon's red light fading. Fist clenched to pain—struck wall beside strongly, stone cracking with loud crunch, pain flaring in knuckles, blood flowing fingers, drops on floor.

Bond not releasing—pulling, burning, demanding her, her sobs echoing in head, in blood.