Alpha's Wyrd Mate（Celestial Mate Series 2）

Chapter 3

'Your kind eat others,' father dared to speak.

'Never humans! Never other beings like us! You have wickedly killed so many; my mother, my father who died after her, my cousin, uncle, my best friend! Everyone! You took them all!!!' I squeaked at his roar, good thing no one heard me. I could feel his pain, I could perceive his power, yes, perceive. Tears soaked my face, I wasn't bothered about the fact that he had crushed my brother's head, crushed his skull. I was bothered about what he had been through. 'You made me mourn my pack members, children, friends, allies. At the age of none of your business, I grew with only two purpose, one of them never to rest until your kind is wiped out of the face of the earth.'

'Your kinds are pitiful, week creatures that shouldn't exist,' father spat. Kale let out a loud humorless laugh.

'And you think it is fun watching your love ones die? Heck! I didn't even see them but you will. Look around, where are your people now? Where are your warriors?' Father's face fell. 'Enjoy,' with a swift move, he grabbed my stepmother and ripped her head off her body. He flung her body and that of my brother's to ten large wolves who quickly used them to play a tug of war.

My heart bled for them, my tears soaked my body. I swallowed every sob, digesting the horrific sight before me. My eyes widened when he took hold of mother, she didn't fight back. 'This is your wife, isn't she?' Kale asked with a evil smile. 'How much do you love her?'

'Please, if there is anyone you will kill, please don't harm her and my daughter, I beg you.' Dad pleaded, his eyes welling up with tears. Mother sniffed, her eyes finding mine. I knew she could see me, could see where I hid. Her eyes held so much worry, so much warning, so much love. Kale's claws pierced into her throat, digging into her windpipe. He yanked out her oesophagus and vocal cord. Blood gushed out of her throat and eyes, her mouth sharing the same fate.

I hugged myself as I sobbed, father was screaming in agony. I cupped my mouth to stop myself from shouting out as he crushed mother's head with his bare hands, her brain making a loud squishy sound. I felt sick; woozy. Like he did to the others, he hurled her body over to the large wolves. Father fell on his hands, crying bitterly at mother's death. I knew then that he loved her. 'Feeling the pain? Well, that is the least of what I felt!' He barked. 'Bring the girl out of the barrel...'

Bursted!

Bursted!

Did I care? No, I didn't.

The moment I felt my mother's life leave her body, something in me snapped, something was destroyed. The tall wolf had ruined me, ruined my need for existing just by killing her. I didn't fight back or cry when I was pulled out, didn't speak when I was brought before him. I stared aghast at my mother's half eaten body, stared as her blood seeped into the earth. He pulled me up, wrapping his huge strong palm on my throat. My eyes locked with his, I swallowed drily. Something flashed in his eyes before his eyes widened, a look of disbelief clouding his face. Everywhere was quiet, fire surging through my body from his bloody hand on my throat.

'You have got to be f*****g kidding me!' He shouted all of a sudden. My stomach clenched at his shout. He threw me down on the ground, a new rage radiating through him.

'Alpha, what's wrong?' Another wolf asked. Kale roared and in his rage, struck my father to death. I didn't scream, didn't move, just stared with eyes wide open. The beast in him growled at me, his eyes turning black this time.

'Take her alive, she'll be part of the lowest rank of slaves in the manor...'

'What?! But they must all die!'

'Not this one, she saved my chief warrior's sister and her children, I promised them I wouldn't hurt her, yet.'

'I hope you know what you are doing,' another wolf growled.

'Question,' Kale spat. He looked around. 'Set this entire island on fire, burn it all to the ground.'

I couldn't still shake, not even when I was roughly thrown on someone's shoulder and ran out. I watched my whole island drown in flame, the spirits of my people rising to hades for their crimes. 'Goodbye, Makawee, I love you.' Mother's voice whispered.

Goodbye, mother.

Chapter two: hell (1)

Makawee's standpoint (Kawee)

My ears twitched, my nose wiggling at the stench of my surrounding. My eyes fluttered open, my ears flapping at the sounds of whimpers. The place was dark but I could see a little from the lamp in the place. I was in a cell, a small smelly cell. The cell made my inside turn, my throat closed up as I blinked. I tried to lift my hand but realised I had shackles on my wrist. I looked at my ankles, shackles attached to the wall by thick long chains. I moaned painfully, looking around the cell once more. There was nothing but a miserable looking bed with torn sheets and badly ripped out foam, I guess by bedbugs. My ankles and wrists were burning from the shackles; exquisitely.

'Where am I?' I thought, trying to stand up. Whoever threw me here did a good job throwing me on the ground instead of the stupid bed. I was comfortable... Note the sarcasm.

'She's finally awake,' a shrill voice spoke with distain. I turned my head to the owner of the voice; a pale looking tan skinned girl with dark brown eyes – if my eyesight serve me well – and thick curly afro like brown hair. Taking a proper look at her, I knew she was of black origin but tan in complexion. She looked at me with so much contempt but I wasn't worried about that. I turned away, shifting my gaze to the bars. 'I still wonder why they had to drop the filth here, you disgust me...'

I blocked her out, shutting out every sound as I closed my eyes. I thought back to my mother; her smile, her brilliant laughter, her beautiful eyes, her lovely face and her warm voice. Everything about her, no more would I see or feel it, no more would I be able to hear her again. The irony of the situation. It would be so good to kill them, If only I could kill them all. I made a promise to mother, a vow in the presence of the gods and I would attain to it. My eyes snapped open when someone's hand was reaching out to smack me on the face. My hands instinctively reached up and grabbed her hand, gathering my anger into it.

'Let go of my hand!' She shouted.

'You are not a werewolf,' I growled, 'my vow does not apply to you so you better be careful, I can kill you just by wringing your neck.' I pushed her away, making sure she fly back and hit her back against the bars. She hollered out in pain, her shout bound to attract the guards. I exhaled and shut my eyes, pushing my thoughts back to my mother and my people. They might have been very bad but they were still my people, still my family. I had three younger bothers from two women, all dead now.

'You, barbarian,' I opened my eyes. Two wolves were staring at me, one closer and filled with greater hate. 'So, you could hit your fellow cell mate just by waking up!' I kept quiet, looking at him plainly.

These beasts killed your people! Your mother! Kill them back!

Remember your promise, Kawee, remember... A voice whispered back, arguing with the earlier one.

'I'm talking to you!' He roared again.

Silence, not a word came out of my mouth.

My actions only seemed to anger him more, he acted on that anger. Picking me up easily with one hand, he delivered a brutal punch to my left eye, enough to blind it permanently. I hissed in pain, swallowing my scream back in. My head throbbed, a loud ringing sound in my head. A small sob escaped my mouth, I wasn't going to hit him back. He threw me against the wall, my head bashing against it. I whimpered as I slid down to my butt, sobbing but never letting the tears fall.

'b***h,' he spat.

'Jastun, Alpha Kale warned everyone not to lay a hand on her, what have you done!' The other one shouted. I sank my teeth into my lip, drawing blood from it as I fought the tears back in.

'It's not like he'll know, he will never check on her,' the one that hit me said nonchalantly. I placed my hand on my eye, it was bleeding. My beautiful eyes, I could gouge his out but yet, I sniffed as I chanted the rules back in.

This is punishment for what my people did.

'We better get her to the pack doctor before it's too late,'

'And waste quality medicine on her,' he snorted. 'Just wash the eye, put a leaf on it for a while and give her painkillers. We are doing her a favor if she dies.'

Yeah, a great favour.

'If Alpha finds out, I'll deny you,' the other one said earnestly. He closed my eyes not making a move. He carried me up, roughly throwing me over his shoulder. 'You smell.' He spat. I didn't reply him. He sped out of the cell room, running somewhere I don't know. With my one good eye, I caught glimpse of what I needed to see.

The pack house was beautiful.

He took me out to a pond somewhere, threw me on the floor as he cursed under his breath. He knelt down in front of me and touched my hand which was on my eye. 'Let go of your eye,' he growled. I didn't let go. He forcefully pulled it away and rolled his eyes at the damage. 'Jastun just want to get me killed, acting foolishly all the time...' He grumbled. He grabbed the scruff of my neck, holding it in place. He dipped his hand into the water which rippled at impact and cupped out as much water as his large hand could carry. He washed my bleeding eyes, ignoring my hiss and whimpers. When he was done washing it, he ran off.

My eyes ached badly, the pain was like I had a needle stuck in my eye. The pain was transferring to the other eye. By the time this all ends, I'll be blind, deaf and probably dumb.

My mind wandered to Kale, the awfully charming wolf. I loathed him, for ending my mother's life. I know he suffered but my mother had nothing to do with the killing, neither did I. I was still wondering what that scent was, the one that pulled me out. What about that howl? I could swear that howl was meant for me but why? And how?

But why did I perceive that scent?

How did I perceive it?

What or who does it belong to?

Who howled?

Why was I drawn to that howl?

My fingers tingled, a sudden cold washing over me when I remembered how Alpha Kale touched me; how it felt when his hand made contact with the skin of my neck. I hugged myself as I thought about his voice, his cold and yet pleasant baritone. It sure had authority and dominant in it; a very intimidating cold voice but somehow, I wasn't intimidated by his voice. If there was anything his voice did to me, it was to make my stomach churn with a weird feeling I was yet to fathom. Remembering his eyes, those bold eyes that hates me with passion, something hit me in the chest.