The Runaway Mate: Alpha's Secret Heir

CHAPTER 4

The Silver Pack, 2:00 am

Alpha Nathan

“From this day onwards, I curse you!” The cackle that followed made me jump in fright as I sat on the bed. My heart was pounding fast in my rib cage. I placed my hands on my chest trying to reduce my beating heart. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I remembered those red glowing eyes and the harsh look on the witch’s face.

Those were the last words she had said before she vanished into thin air. The last words she had said which had come to pass. Two decades— it has been two decades yet I couldn’t find my mate and the Elders council were beginning to become unrest.

I groaned as the words kept on echoing in my head over and over. Yes, I knew I was ruthless but it wasn’t as if I had gone to the witches coven to pick up a fight.

Apparently, the pack and other neighboring packs had been in a bit of unrest with young pups and women going missing. At first, the incident started in neighboring packs while my pack was untouched which made rumors circulating around that I had something to do with it until a pup had gone missing in the pack.

Unable to go back to sleep, I slid out of the bed, the heavy thud of my feet reverberating in the cold silent night as I stepped out of the room into the hallway. Soon, I found myself at the dungeon, guided by an unspoken yearning for relief. Perhaps if I couldn’t get some sleep then I could get some relief from torturing those foolish intruders who had dared to trespass upon my pack and commit nefarious acts.

“Alpha,” the guard on duty quickly straightened up his spine as he saw me approaching.

“Open the cell” I commanded. My cold voice slicing through the air. The guard, noticing my temper, did as he was told before his head would end up on a spike.

I walked in then picked up a silver blade, the blade glinting as the moonlight reflected on it which made the captive shiver.

“Who are you working for?” I growled lowly, but his question carried so much weight that one couldn’t mistake the gravity of it.

The man remained defiantly silent, refusing to disclose the identity of who had sent him and his silence drove me mad. I threw a punch at his face then grabbed his hair.

“I will ask you again. Who the hell are you working with?” With each syllable leaving my mouth, I kept on pulling hard on the man’s hair, making sure to cause him every inch of pain he wanted him to feel.

The man chuckled then spat at my feet. “Just kill me because you won’t get anything from me”

I stared at him, very hard then smiled. “Of course. I will grant you your wish but in the most hardest way possible” I grinned, a mischievous smile gracing my lips.

The smile on the face of the man suddenly vanished as he heard what I had said. At that moment, gazing into his black orbs, he could really understand the reason I was called the Cruel Alpha King.

“Is it done yet?” I turned towards one of the guards that stood at the far end corner of the cell.

“Almost, Alpha” the guard replied and I nodded.

“Good,” I mumbled. I smiled sadistically like one possessed. It was that infamous smile that had given me the name ‘The Cruel Alpha’. Whenever I had that smile on, something bad was about to happen.

I pointed the knife at the man, twirled the knife playfully and suddenly plunged it at his upper arm making the man scream out in pain.

“Are you ready to talk now?” I questioned slowly.

“Just. Kill. Me” the man breathed out, while tears ran down his cheeks but I didn’t care. I had been surrounded with blood enough that it didn’t faze me. When I was Seven I had my first kill much to the dismay of everyone, well, except my father, former Alpha Logan who had taught me that being ruthless was the key to survival.

I straightened my arms and the guards who I had questioned earlier, handed the hot rod to me. It faced an orange glow that made him smile.

I branded it on the man’s skin, severally questioning him but he remained tight lipped which pissed me off.

“I ask again, who do you work for?”

“Keep on torturing me. But you will get nothing from me” the man managed to spit out in his weak and beaten state. Seeing that I could get nothing out of the man’s mouth, I decided it was time to quit playing.

“Well then, I believe I owe you a wish” I grinned and with a smile still on my face, I twirled the knife playfully and as fast as lightning, slit off the man’s throat.

“Oh, my God” I turned and saw a frightened Amber standing at the door of the dungeon with her eyes and mouth wide in shock.

“Clean the mess” my words weren’t direct but the guard who was standing next to me didn’t need a soothsayer to tell him who I was talking to.

With my statement directed to his guards, I stepped out of the dungeon. As the cold air of the night hit my face, I felt the rage I felt inside dwindling. The torture I had taken out on the man had feed the anger I felt inside.

As I menacingly walked towards Amber, she quickly snapped out of her fear and made an attempt to run away but I got a hold of her.

“You little one needs to be taught a lesson” I scolded as I pulled her away from the dungeon.

As I dragged her away, I thought of the most suitable punishment to administer to her.