An Omega Reborn in Blood

CHAPTER SIX:THE EXECUTION

MALAKAI

“Bring out the prisoner,” I ordered the dungeon guards.

“Yes, Alpha.” They bowed their heads and quickly hurried down the dark path leading to the dungeon.

I stood in the center of the courtyard, staring up at the cloudy morning sky. I couldn't keep delaying her death anymore. It had been four months. Four long months since she slaughtered my parents in cold blood. She couldn't be alive, breathing the air my innocent parents were robbed of while they rotted away in their graves.

If it weren't for her, my parents would still be alive.

I still couldn't wrap my head around why she did it. How could a weak Omega have the heart to murder her own Alpha and Luna just for revenge? For the past few weeks I've been wondering if she had an accomplice, if someone had paid her to kill my parents.

“She didn't have an accomplice, Kai.” Beta Harold had corrected. “The lad wanted revenge for her father's death and she got it.”

Her father's death wasn't my father's fault. Yes, he died while protecting the Alpha during an unexpected rogue attack, but my father didn't kill him. In fact, as the Alpha's personal guard, it was his duty to protect the Alpha with his life.

“In life and in death.” That was the oath every guard swore when taking the job as a pack security. Everybody in the pack knew this. Yet, she blamed my father for her loss and killed my parents to get revenge.

The b***h!

I couldn't let her live another day. The pack was demanding justice. I was not only robbed of my parents. This Pack was robbed of their beloved Alpha and Luna. And as the new Alpha, it was my duty to give them the one thing they wanted; justice.

The execution block was already set up in the middle of the courtyard.

Dozens of pack members were gathered around, whispering among themselves, waiting to see the traitor pay for her crimes.

Minutes passed, but the guards hadn't brought her out yet.

“What is taking them so long?” Beta Harold hissed.

I tapped my foot against the dirt, getting annoyed. Yes, what was taking them so long? Dragging a barely conscious girl from a cell shouldn't take more than two minutes, yet they've been gone for five.

“I'll go check on them.” Beta Harold said, his voice laced with annoyance. Just as he was about to go down there, the iron doors burst open.

The three guards assigned to watch her cell ran out, their faces pale and beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads. They stumbled over their own feet as they rushed toward me, dropping straight onto their knees.

They were trembling like leaves.

“Alpha..." one of them stuttered, his voice trembling. "Alpha, please... forgive us..."

Suddenly, a bad feeling settled in my stomach. My jaw clenched, and my voice dropped to a low growl. It better not be…. "Where is she? Where the hell is the murderer?"

The guard swallowed hard, looking up at me with terrified eyes. "She's... she's gone, Alpha. The cell is empty. Seraphina has escaped."

Before I could even digest the words, Beta Harold rushed forward. His face was twisted in complete rage as he grabbed the guard by his shirt, shaking him violently.

"You i***t! What do you mean she escaped?!" Harold roared right in his face. "How could a half-dead Omega escape under your watch? What were you useless fools doing?!"

"We swear, we have no idea, Beta! We went to open the cell and she wasn't there!" the guard cried out, holding his hands up in defense. “Please forgive us.”

I didn't waste time listening to their words. I needed to see it for myself. I needed to be sure they weren't playing tricks on me.

I shoved past my Beta and walked down the stone stairs into the dark dungeon, in long strides. I marched straight to the very last cell at the end of the hall where she had been locked all this while.

The iron door was unlocked. I stepped inside. Indeed, the cell was completely empty. Only the silver coated chains hung from the wall and the smell of old blood remained. She was nowhere to be found.

The murderer was really gone.

All of a sudden, a wave of anger exploded inside my chest. I turned around and slammed my fist straight into the stone wall, cracking the rock into pieces. Dust rained down onto the floor.

Four months of waiting for justice. Four months of waiting for the perfect time to execute her and she had slipped right through my fingers.

Beta Harold came running into the cell right behind me, breathing hard. The guards followed suit. He looked around the empty room before turning to me, his eyes full of anger.

"This is unacceptable, Alpha," he said, his voice tight. “This is highly unacceptable. She didn't do this alone.”

“I should have killed her!” I snarled. If he hadn't stopped me four months ago, she'd be dead by now. “I should have killed her, Harold.”

"She didn't do this alone. These three guards were careless. It's because of their stupidity and incompetence that the murderer of your parents is out there right now! They allowed her to ruin the execution day." He pointed a finger back toward the hallway. "They should be executed instead. On that same block we built for the Omega, "

Hearing that, the three guards immediately threw themselves flat on the stone floor, weeping and crying out for mercy.

"Please, Alpha! Have mercy!" one of them begged, tears streaming down his face. "We didn't let her go! We don't know how she got out! Please, spare our lives!"

“Please Alpha. Pardon us. My mate…. My mate just gave birth… to our first child. Please spare us,” he stammered.

"Shut up!" Harold barked at them. "You had one job. You had just one job; to watch a girl who could barely walk! But you failed the pack! You failed the late Alpha.”

I looked down at the three men groveling at my feet. My blood was boiling with anger. Because of them, my parents would never get the justice they deserved.

Harold was right about one thing: if these men had done their job properly, Seraphina would still be in chains right now. They were incompetent, and their carelessness had cost me my revenge.

"Get up," I said, my voice cold as ice.

The guards looked up, hope flashing in their eyes for a second.

"Seraphina would still be here if you weren't so incompetent," I told them plainly, looking each of them in the eye. "You failed your Alpha, and you failed this pack. The punishment for treason through neglect is death."

That little hope vanished from their eyes as it dawned on them that they wouldn't escape today's execution.

"No! Alpha, please!" they screamed, but I turned my back on them and walked out of the cell.

Other warriors marched down the hall, grabbing the three guards by their arms and dragging them up the stairs. Their desperate pleas echoed off the stone walls, but nobody showed them any pity.

When I stepped back out into the bright sunlight of the courtyard, the crowd was dead silent.

​"Werewolves of New Orleans!" I began in a loud voice. "As your Alpha, I hate to break this news to you, but the murderer has escaped and it's all thanks to these incompetent guards!" I pointed directly at them. "Their carelessness has cost us our justice. As punishment for letting a murderer escape, they will be executed right now on the very block prepared for her.”

“Please spare us, Alpha.” They pleaded over and over again, but I paid them no heed.

The warriors dragged the three guards up to the wooden stage. One by one, the warriors forced them onto their knees and shoved their heads into the wooden stockade. The top wooden beam slammed down, clamping around their necks and trapping them in place so they couldn't pull away even if they wanted to.

​They wept and begged, their terrified faces sticking out from the front of the frame for the whole pack to see.

I stood at the front of the crowd, watching with a cold face as the executioner raised his blade. Three sharp swings followed, one after the other. Three heads rolled across the wooden stage, staining the platform with red blood.

The crowd gasped, but nobody dared to speak against my judgment.

I stared at the pool of blood on the stage, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles turned white. It should have been the Omega's blood.

Killing these guards didn't fix anything. The real killer was still out there, running free in the woods.

It's not too late. She'll be found, and she'll be brought here for execution. She'll regret ever escaping her judgment. I'll make sure of that.

I turned to Harold, my eyes burning with fury. "Get every tracker in this pack," I ordered. "I don't care if she crossed the mountains or hid in the mud. Bring Seraphina back to me alive, or I'll execute the trackers next."