Carmiltha’s Curse - Mated to the Cruel Alpha

Sick game

Alpha Maddox POV

As I walked deeper into the dungeon, my footsteps resonated with an air of purpose. My heart beat with a rhythm of vengeance, each pulse a call to retribution. Harold, the once-proud Alpha prince of Moon Stream Pack, had dared to lay a hand on my mate, and now he would face the consequences of his actions.

I found him in a dimly lit corner of the dungeon, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance. Angelica, his sister, cowered nearby, her once-arrogant demeanor replaced by a trembling vulnerability.

With a predatory grin, I approached Harold, relishing the fear that flickered in his gaze. "Harold, my dear Alpha prince," I purred, my voice dripping with false warmth. "I have a proposition for you."

His brow furrowed in confusion, and for a brief moment, hope glimmered in his eyes. "What... what do you want?"

I circled him, like a predator closing in on its prey. "A little game," I mused. "You see, I'm feeling generous today. If you can best me in a fight, I'll consider setting both you and your sister free."

A glimmer of hope ignited in Harold's eyes, and he nodded eagerly. "You have my word," he said, his voice filled with newfound determination.

But as the battle began, it became clear that I had no intention of playing fair. Harold fought with all his might, his desperation evident in every swing and every strike. He believed he was on the cusp of victory, and the flicker of hope in his eyes burned brighter.

But in the end, his arrogance would be his downfall. At the last moment, just when Harold thought he was winning, I executed a swift and ruthless move. With a calculated kick to his legs, I sent him sprawling to the ground, his body wracked with pain.

I seized the opportunity, my fingers closing around his throat like a vise, cutting off his air supply. The glint of desperation returned to his eyes, but it was too late. The truth had become painfully clear to him - he had underestimated me, and now he would pay the price for his arrogance.

As I held Harold in a vice-like grip, his struggles grew weaker, his vision clouding with darkness. Angelica watched in horror, her cries of anguish echoing through the dungeon. It was a cruel and poetic justice, a reckoning for the pain they had inflicted upon my mate.

“Well, daddy’s princess don't cry, I’m sure brother dearest did more dreadful things than this to my mate,” I said laughing like a maniac, and Angelica on the other hand shivered more from fear.

“Although I plan to break all the bones in his body but before I do that...” I said before pausing and throwing Harold’s unconscious body to the ground and I spit on him.

“Let’s call Daddy dearest, he has to pick who survives,” I said and Angelica’s eyes popped out in a weird fashion.

“Oh, I brought you here to suffer for what you did to my mate,” I laughed before leaving the dungeon.

As I left the dungeon, the chilling echo of my laughter lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the cruelty that had just unfolded within those stone walls. Harold lay unconscious on the cold, damp floor, his body battered and broken. I had relished every moment of his suffering, savoring the taste of vengeance.

Outside the dungeon, the moon hung low in the night sky, casting a pallid glow over the pack's territory. The night was quiet, save for the distant howling of wolves, unaware of the darkness that had descended upon their Alpha.

I made my way to a secure location within the pack's territory, where I could make the necessary arrangements for the twisted game I had in mind. My anger smoldered like a raging fire, fueled by the injustice that had been inflicted upon my mate. I couldn't let this go unpunished, and my fury burned with an intensity that threatened to consume me.

Reaching for my phone, I dialed Alpha Dean's number, his name flashing on the screen. The call rang for what felt like an eternity, each rings a taunting reminder of the reckoning that awaited him.

Finally, he picked up, his voice laced with annoyance. "Maddox, what do you want?"

A sinister smile played on my lips as I replied, "I have a little surprise for you, Alpha Dean."

I could practically feel the tension on the other end of the line as Dean's curiosity got the better of him. "What kind of surprise?"

"It involves your beloved children," I purred, relishing the shock that coursed through his voice.

"What have you done to them?" Dean demanded, his anger palpable.

I chuckled darkly. "Nothing... yet. But I have a proposal for you, Alpha Dean. You see, I have your son, Harold, and your daughter, Angelica, in my custody. I suggest you come to pick one of them to save."

Silence hung heavy between us as the weight of my words sank in. I could almost hear the gears turning in Dean's mind as he processed the horrifying choice I had presented to him.

Finally, he spoke, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. "You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am," I replied, my tone dripping with malice. "Your children will pay for the pain they've caused my mate. One of them will survive, and the other..."

I let the words trail off, allowing the ominous implication to settle in. Dean would have to choose which of his children would live and which would face the consequences of their actions.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I hung up the phone, leaving Dean with the agonizing decision that would haunt him for the rest of his days. My vengeance was far from over, and I would relish every moment of the suffering I inflicted upon those who had wronged my mate.

As I walked away from the secure location, my heart heavy with anger and sorrow, I couldn't help but feel a twisted satisfaction. The reckoning had begun, and the Moon Stream Pack would pay dearly for the pain they had caused Carmiltha.