His Silent Temptation

Chapter 14 - Come and Call Me

K I L L I A N

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The ground crunched beneath my feet. I narrowed my eyes, hands tucked into my pant pockets, as my soldiers in wolf form continued to sniff the forest floor. We were deep in the forest I owned. Border patrol alerted me of rogue sightings near my territory, which was impossible considering the fear I sent. Rogues were werewolves without a pack, the worst of our kind, criminals that deserved to be put down at first glance.

“We lost their scent, Alpha,” one of my men murmured, shifting back into human form on the spot. I sniffed the air and sure enough, they were gone, but it should’ve been impossible. We were in the center of the trees, there was no way they’d magically disappear into thin air.

“If their scent died here, then there has to be a secret entrance underground,” I declared, turning to each and every one of them. “Get the heat sensor helicopters and sweep the entire forest grounds. I want these bastards captured.”

“Yes, Alpha!” they simultaneously repeated, hurriedly dashing past me in their animal form to relay the commands as I sent out a mind link to ready the equipment.

Malore suddenly backed out of the ransom. Walter showed up without warning. Selene was now in my mansion. Now, rogues were suddenly showing up near my territory? Some s**t was up. I was hellbent on getting to the bottom of it.

“We have the rest of the elders rounded up,” Nicolas cooly commented from behind me with a stoic expression. He approached me and revealed the tablet on his phone, showing a live recording of all the fools who turned their backs on me to arrange the wedding and storm my office.

I turned and began to exit the forest, eager to get my hands on the traitors.

“Good,” I sneered. “We’ll start torturing them one by one, staring with the weakest link first.”

You take the weakest and use his screams to break the mind of the strongest in the group. It was my favorite tactic, but painstakingly slow. Nicolas, much like my aloofness, didn’t mind it. Chester, though? My crazy brother was always the swift kind, slicing here and there, eager to both kill and mane.

Speaking of Chester, I shifted to Nicolas. Theo had retired for the night. The man needed to get laid and who was I to stop him?

“How’s Selene?” I murmured, causing Nicolas to pause and sharply glance at me. Confusion clouded Nicolas’s features before he pressed his lips in a disapproving frown.

“I’ll ask Chester,” Nicolas responded with doubt in his voice, but his eyes glazed over in the mind link talk anyways. The entire time, he was facing me. He was beginning to question exactly what Selene meant to me.

‘And what does she mean to us?’ Knox obnoxiously asked, his tone as dubious as Nicolas's.

Nothing. I was certain of it.

Knox scoffed and continued to rest his head upon his paws, feigning sleep. When I didn’t run or needed him, Knox was always taking a nap like some old wolf. At this, Knox snorted and dispersed in my mind, turning into nothingness until I needed him again.

“Chester isn’t with her,” Nicolas breathed out.

I tensed.

“f**k did you just say?” I shoved past Nicolas, not even waiting for him to finish the question. I was so f*****g furious at not only Chester, but everyone walking on this damn earth right now. I was on the verge of murdering every living thing in sight.

“Killian, wait—”

Too late. I shifted into my wolf form and ran straight out of the forest, the twigs crushing under my feet, the wind violent in my fur. I thundered across the ground until I reached my car, where I was back in human form, not giving a damn I was stark naked.

I stepped onto the gas and sped home, breaking every single traffic law along the way. When I made it home, I put on pants from the trunk and stormed into the house. If Chester wasn’t with Selene, then who the hell was with her? I was going to murder everyone in this damn house if even a single strand of hair was missing from her pretty little head.

No one should’ve been that stupid in the house to touch something that was mine.

The second I stepped into my house, I was greeted by darkness, which wasn’t a surprise. It was midnight and everyone should’ve retired to sleep, except the guards outside of the mansion and border patrol.

“w***e!” a voice seethed from down the hallways. Every single cell in my body tensed. I was going to kill this man. No, I was going to rip his limbs apart, one by one, slice his tongue off, and shove it so high up his ass, he’d grovel at her feet.

Even I didn’t yell or touch her as I pleased. Who the hell dared to raise his voice at her?

“If you don’t get back here, I’ll get Killian!” he demanded.

Was he now?

“He’ll do much worse things to you, I swear by it!” the fool shouted.

Without warning, the sound of pitter patter hit me. Like soft rain on the rooftop, I heard a violent crash, and footsteps dashing down the hardware floors. Just as I rounded up the stairs, a vision in white flung herself from the top.

I threw my arms out in time to catch her nearly trying to kill herself. She flew, her eyes wide and panicked as she lurched for my arms.

With a soft impact, she landed right against my body. I staggered only an inch, grabbing her moments before she slammed to the floor. She clung onto me like a frightened animal, her legs hooked around my waist, and her face buried into my shoulders.

“Who is it?” I seethed, curling my hand around her. She whimpered and tightened her grip on me.

I was so pissed by now, that I was shaking with sheer fury. The second I saw him, standing at the top of the staircase, out of breath and horrified, I lunged. One arm around Selene, the other grabbing him by the throat, I was hell-bent on the worst kind of torture.

Whoever the fuckard was, he tried to run. The tool scrambled to his feet and attempted to dash down the hallways. Too. f*****g. Late.

I had him by the collar, my mouth pulled into a snarl, as I barely held back my anger. Selene was trembling in my arms, her hair tickling against my skin, so perfect that I nearly wanted to sink my teeth into her.

“S-sir, p-please wait—” I sunk my fingers against his throat, feeling the warmth of his pulse pumping on my tip. He didn’t even have time to scream. His blood rushed out from the spots I pierced through.

Squish.

Selene went rigid. She heard. We both did.

“You were going to get me?” I murmured in a voice too composed for the rage bubbling inside of my chest.

Whoever this bastard was, I was going to have the time of my life torturing him. His eyes widened in horror, almost rolling back from the pain of his punctured throat. He clutched my wrist in agony, but I simply stuck my fingers even more into his flesh.

He tried to scream and I felt his esophagus attempting to move. I relished the unpleasant feeling of his blood dripping down my hand. He cried out, flailing to no avail. His legs gave way and he dropped onto his knees. I could hear Selene's heartbeat pounding against her breasts, her breath caught in her throat.

“Come and call me,” I mused, watching as he squirmed and twitched with agony. “Hurry and do it.”

He choked in pain, unable to even utter a single word. I felt Selene pressing her legs against my waist in an attempt to stop me. But that was impossible. I always finished what I started, starting with the demise of this fool.

“P-please—” he sputtered out.

“Oh? You can still talk.” I dug my fingers further into his neck, until I could easily wrap it around his throat and yank it out on the spot. But that was too painless of a death for him, and we were just getting started.

He gurgled, his eyes building from the pain, his breathing labored.

“Jesus,” a voice breathed out from behind me.

Nicolas had finally arrived.

I continue to plug my fingers into the hole I had created. Despite that, red and hot blood continued to slide down his paling skin. If I let go, it’d be twenty minutes before he died. He’d wish it was less. I’d never let him perish that easily.

“It’s a good thing your mouth is open,” I muttered. He was shaking with pain, and I revealed a sickening smile. “It makes it much easier for your tongue, eyes, c**k, and balls to be shoved into it.”

And then, I yanked my hands out, ready to finish the job. I reached into my belt, took out a knife, and motioned for Nicolas to come forward.

Selene’s ankles were digging into my spine by now, begging not to witness this horror. But she had to know who she married and the world she had gotten herself into.

“N-no, please!” he choked out, barely able to form words with the leaking holes in his neck.

I mind linked the pack doctor to come. I didn’t plan to swiftly end him right then and here. I was going to take my sweet time with him.

I began with his eyes. I raised my knife and brought it down onto his pupils. Selene gasped and sunk her face into my neck.

The screaming just began.