A Toy Of The Alpha King

The Devils's Return

“I swear on my mother's f*****g grave, I don't know where that motherfucker is! Please believe me! — I ain't f*****g with you!” The overly horrified, and raucous screams of a man filled with nothing else but fear resonated through the air.

None could practically blame him, since any would be equally or excessively frightened if they were in his situation too.

Who wouldn't scream their damn lungs out when chained to a ceiling while dangling so carelessly over a tanking containing…a freaking great white shark?

The deadly creature was starved, since constantly it leaped in the air, in an attempt to drag the scared man from the chain.

“Your Majesty, I'm telling no lie! — please believe me! Please! I don't know where she is – I don't know where that fucker is!!” His face was already drenched in tears.

His fearful trembles, unceasing tears, and seemingly truthful words failed to impress or leave a glint of impact on the Alpha King, Luciano.

There, he stood, unmoved and with a blank expression as a stick of cigarette was entrapped at the side of his tempting lips.

Flatly, Luciano watched the thoroughly frightened man ball his eyes out pathetically.

Seconds went by with him still gawking at him until sounds of approaching footsteps were soon heard.

Without glancing around, and by her mere scent, he could tell Nirvana was here.

“Your… Majesty” It took a lot for the gorgeous brunette, cladded in a professional suit with lengthy hair dangling freely on her waist, not to gasp at the scene.

The man chained over the open-lid shark tank wasn't something new, but the dozen lifeless bodies littered around were new.

Luciano barely wasted lives this much at a time.

There weren't any single gunshot wounds on their dead bodies, but the simple sight of his bloodied claws proved the Alpha King killed them with his bare hands.

“Her location, has it been tracked?”

His cold, and bone-chilling voice interrupted her thoughts, and lifting her eyes to glance at him, he was already standing so gallantly in front of her.

Their height difference was insane, and any feeble-hearted being would cower unstoppably due to his toxic, intimidating aura.

“Y-yes, Your Majesty!” Sharply, Nirvana handed a file over to him with her head bowed, and steadily, it was taken from her.

“Miss Angelique Clarkson, huh?” Luciano surprisingly smirked coyly, then majestically exited the slaughterhouse for a room.

His Beta, Nirvana, glanced at the frightened man hung, suspended over the shark tank and his terrified screams echoing off the walls then she sighed.

What was she to do with him?

“Please…! Help me! That fucker for an Alpha is f*****g crazy! He-”

The abrupt release of the chain holding onto him, leading to his quick drop into the shark's mouth, ended his unfinished statement.

There, Nirvana watched the tank once filled with clear water turn f*****g bloody.

“Where's the darn guards? They need to come clean this s**t up”.

Afterward, Nirvana marched out, but with the Alpha King's unending callousness roaming through her mind.

★

“Mr. Gracie, I need a loan from you! Mr.…” maddeningly, those reddened and puffy pair of teal green eyes of hers widened at the sight she beheld.

Here at the pub, the sole place Angelique hoped to get a loan from her boss, Mr. Gracie since Lucas was absent, was currently being occupied by people she prayed to never meet again.

Fear crept in, entwining itself with her sorrow and grief.

The sight of the man, her heartless mother sold her to years ago, Salvador was here – right in the pub.

“N-no!” Her bare feet slowly began retracting, but before Angelique could dash out of the door, her back collided with something hefty.

Her hands began trembling, and her lips quivered in fright, yet at the sudden grip of her arms, a yelp of pain escaped her lips.

“You're… hurting me!”

Regardless of her scream, the stupidly muscular and large hands of the man never left her arms as he effortlessly dragged her toward her supposed owner.

There, the short and dangerous-looking fellow, Salvador, sat on a high stool, and once Angelique got tossed measly at his feet, his grin widened happily.

“Oh! I finally found you” He dropped from the stool then roughly grabbed hold of her cheeks.

His slightly long claws piercing painfully into the cheeks of her flesh.

“H-h-h-how did you find me, you shitty…! Ahh!!” Salvador tightened his grip on her cheeks.

His claws thrived in penetrating her cheeks – trails of her blood steadily made their way towards her chin.

“Speak to me with respect! — have you forgotten that you, Angelique Clarkson, are my runaway slave? Huh?” Rage seeped into the short man's system, his eyes fixed so intensely on her teary face.

The redness of her eyes wasn't caused by him but by her pups' abduction.

Once Angelique regained consciousness, she instantly knew she somehow had to gather that money.

Initially, she considered going to Lucas but unfortunately enough, he wasn't around.

And his home? She had no idea where it was.

So, she resorted to seeking a loan at Mr. Gracie's hand but ended up running into her past devils.

Angelique's mind raced – how could she escape? She couldn't be taken away from her sweethearts again.

If they died, then…. She'd would lose everything; all over again.

“Go f**k yourself!” Unhesitatingly, Angelique spat directly at his face, withstanding the bloodiness and pains of her face.

Surprisingly, Salvador smirked cunningly.

“For six damn years, I searched for you, and now, you're mine again. You'll pay for causing such stress, you f*****g omega!” he spat then pushed her head roughly away, and Angelique helplessly and tearfully landed violently on the floor.

“Take her away” Alongside Salvador were six henchmen of his, and as one approached Angelique, her tears voluntarily streamed down her cheeks.

Was this how her life was going to end?

After picking up the shattered pieces, and making something out of it for six years…she was going to lose it all again – within the blink of an eye.

Her heart, soul, and body were thoroughly crushed, and once she was dragged upwards, a loud bang was heard.

All eyes were turned swiftly to the door's direction, but Angelique's in particular was filled with total disbelief.

Within the mere blink of an eye, painful groans resonated through the air as the six henchmen all went limp – shockingly slumping lifelessly to the ground.

“Wh-what j-just…” Angelique stuttered, stunned beyond words.

Salvador's countenance, however, went from shocked to enraged within seconds, and as he marched towards him, Angelique nearly lost her balance.

“What the f**k are you doing here, brat!”

To her amazement, he attempted to punch him across the face yet the swift withdrawal of a gun, and pulling of a trigger, sent a bullet straight into Salvador's skull.

Angelique gasped, beyond shocked at his swiftness, but that wasn't all.

Wordlessly, he lifted his left leg and agilely kicked the already lifeless head off the body.

He decapitated Salvador's head with a forceful kick – his head flew from his body and landed at…her feet.

“Missed me, Miss Angelique?”

The huskiness and familiarity his voice held would never and could never be forgotten by Angelique, and lifting her eyes to gaze at him, she was utterly speechless.

The same man who rejected unhesitatingly – the handsome devil she got impregnated by…

Luciano Graves was here!