THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR VERSUS THE RIGHTFUL HEIR
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***********Warning this chapter contains Harsh s****l content.****************
Alpha Teddy P.O.V.
Later in the Black Claw Pack.....................................
" Please! I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt my mate! It’s me that you are upset with. I failed you! Please hurt me! Kill me and leave her out of it." I begged my eldest son, my true heir Maximilian.
"No father! It's time this whole perfect family felt my wrath." Maximilian said as he walked around the square taunting the half-brother Alpha Chancellor, Beta Ross, my mate Luna Eleanor and me. They have already killed the Beta, Gamma and Delta families.
He has the four of us chained up to poles using silver.
This is all my fault. I didn't know that my little Max would grow up to become the feared Rogue King. I caused all of this, and then I put my head in the sand hoping my actions would never have consequences or see the light of day.
Next, the son I so wrongfully threw away pissed and spat on the four of us. Then he whipped us as he poured milk and honey along with wolfbane all over our open wounds. Causing us to suffer intense pain as well as not heal at all. After that, my son Max, the Rogue King, ordered his men to, one by one, come to take a s**t on us. I know he wanted us in our last hours to suffer the pain and humiliation that he has endured over the years. Furthermore, he ordered his men to bring four cases of milk and honey to the square. I was truly puzzled. Did he really plan to use all that milk and honey?
My beloved fate mate, Luna Eleanor, began to beg for death. She couldn't handle this kind of blatant disrespect period, let alone in front of our pack members who were forced to watch in horror.
The Rogue King only laughed at my mate, Luna Eleanor. Then he reminded Luna Eleanor that she had no sympathy for him and his mother. Suddenly, annoyed with my mate, Luna Eleanor and fed up with her non-stop talking. My son Max demanded more payback on her part. I didn't know what he meant at the time, but I knew I wouldn't like it.
He ordered two of his most filthiest and smelliest men to force her to give them a blow job in front of me, our son and our pack. Chancellor and I lost it and tried to get free to save her. Max just laughed and taunted us more. I created a monster.
Stop! Stop! Please!
I will kill you! You sick monster!
Please! Don't I beg you, son!
You evil bastard! Just kill us and leave her alone!
****Flashback:
I was so young and foolish. I was in love with an omega. My childhood sweetheart, Evelyn, who was such a sweet and pure soul. I just knew we would be together forever. For that reason, I convinced her to reject her fate mate, another omega. I promise to do the same. We were madly in love and expecting our first pup. However, I had not marked her yet. I was waiting till after the birth of our pup. We were engaged and everyone knew it.
While she was pregnant, I traveled out of town to attend an Alliance dinner meeting with three other packs. In walked my fate mate Eleanor, and I was totally blown away. I spent the next two days in her arms. Before I realized, I needed to figure out a way to deal with my new reality. I was so excited and caught up in the matebond that I had marked and mated Eleanor within hours of our first encounter.
At first, I did everything I could to keep them from finding out about each other. For the first year, I was successful with the assistance of my Beta and Gamma. Evelyn had our son, Max, and he was great. Max was everything any alpha wanted in a true heir.
I had moved them in town to a private condo and came to see them often. I had alot of business meetings, I claimed, but it was only my excuse not to be in the pack and with my second family. I selfishly wanted both women. I gave my fate mate a little dose of wolfbane. Hence, she would not feel the betrayal pains.
Then Evelyn's parents came back from traveling the world and told her about my Luna. Before, I was able to send them on another vacation. Evelyn came to the pack furious and confronted me. My fate mate, Luna Eleanor, was fuming. Luna Eleanor left me for two whole years, refusing to come back until I got rid of my son and my mistress.
I didn't want to, but in the end, my wolf and I wanted and needed our fate mate. Eleanor wanted me to have my son Max killed so that he could never challenge any of our future children for the pack and Alpha title, but I couldn't bring myself to kill my own beloved offspring.
Therefore, I did the next best thing and exiled him and his mother. I made sure no other pack in the world would take them, so my mate would think that I had. I figured a weak omega female with a young pup could never survive in the wilderness and life would do what I wasn't capable of doing.
Flashback Over***********
"Father! Father! I heard you just purchased two new boats to sail on at your little lakehouse. I heard you love boats and fancy yourself quite the sailor. So what I have prepared for you should really appreciate, Dad. Have you ever heard of Scaphism, Daddy? What about you, step-mommy? Or you, little brother? How about the oh-so arrogant Beta Ross?" - my son Max yelled at us.
"Well, Scaphism was one of the worst and most painful, skin-crawling methods of torture. It was described by the Greeks as a punishment used by the Persians, and if they are to be believed, those Persians were insane. In this form of execution, the accused was trapped between two boats (or in a hollowed-out tree trunk) and force-fed milk and honey. Okay, that part doesn’t sound so bad." - Max spoke as he stabbed me five times in my arm and stomach.
"However, the milk-and-honey diet eventually caused horrible diarrhea, which stayed within the wooden enclosure. The unfortunate condemned was smeared with more milk and honey and left out in the sun or near still water, where bugs would be attracted to the muck and rot and sweetness. The person would inevitably die--either of dehydration, exposure, or bite and sting wounds." - Max took a knife and cut Beta Ross from his hip bone down to his knee caps on each leg.
"Of all the ways people have thought up to kill someone, scaphism is probably the most disgusting. This method of torture was often called "The Boats" and was used by the ancient Persians for the sole purpose of a lengthy execution. The victim was placed within a floating raft or enclosed barrel with their limbs tied to the sides so they couldn't move. They were force-fed milk and honey until they filled their enclosure with diarrhea — this could take the better part of a day or more to accomplish."- Max stopped only to start stabbing Chancellor repeatedly in the stomach.
Their waste attracted vermin, including flies, worms, parasites, and other insects that would feast on the waste while laying eggs on, around, and inside the victim, who could barely move to stop it. What resulted was the victim's death as a result of a combination of factors: exposure, intense pain from insects burrowing inside their bodies, and septic shock. Death could take as long as two to three weeks in extreme cases." Max just stopped talking and just laughed at my mate gagging and throwing up due to the s****l assault she was suffering.
"Do you see where I am going with this?" he asked as I looked up and saw them towing all my boats to the square.
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