The untamed Alpha and his human mate

Chapter 18: violent Daddy

Clayton

Back home I let Esther sort food for everyone, she knew what Odette liked to eat more than me and was probably a better cook too. The kitchen quickly filled with warm, steam rising from pots, the smell of cooked meat and herbs settling into the air, making my stomach rumble.

Every time I looked over to Amaya, she would smile at me, it was like all she’d heard in my office earlier today was ‘relationship,’ and now she kept smiling or trying to talk to me more. I was already regretting the arrangement I’d made with her. She was human, she was so far from my type it was laughable, and I didn’t mean her looks, looks-wise, I didn’t care too much. Growing up a feral child before I was taken into the foster home system meant I had a tendency to think more wolf than human, and wolves didn’t go around picking out the cutest and most fluffiest female. s**x was s**x, and I didn’t care how I got it.

By not being my type, I meant her whole personality. She was too shy, too timid, too kind, gentle, the list was endless. She was weak. I’d only ever been intimate with dominant women. I liked dominant, I liked fierce, I liked strong, even if it was just s**x.

I let my raging hormones get in the way this morning and made some stupid arrangement I was now regretting, but at least I had said whenever I want and not a specific time or day, that meant I could just leave it, and hopefully she’d forget about it or lose interest at least.

When we were all sat at the dinner table, it passed quietly, the clink of cutlery, the low hum of voices, and occasional soft laughter in the room. I noticed Odette had grown shy again without the distraction of the animals, with me at least, she was quite happy to sit on Amaya’s lap halfway through dinner. I couldn’t deny Amaya was pretty amazing with my daughter, and that was a trait I did like about her. I watched as she laughed quietly at something Odette said, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

The next few days passed by mostly uneventful. Odette seemed to be a little less afraid of me each day, until I f****d it all up.

We were at the park, and everything was fine, it was quite busy, voices overlapping, children shouting, the creak of swings, and the sound of feet hitting woodchips hitting the air. The smell of wet bark and cold metal was heavy in the wind. I didn’t like it here, I would have preferred if it was quiet, but whatever, it made my daughter happy.

Odette came running over after a while, complaining of some boy who had pushed her. Esther told her not to worry and to stay away from him. Whatever showed on my face had her warn me, “it will be fine, kids can be mean, but as long as she stays away, there shouldn’t be any more problems.

I gave her the benefit of the doubt until Odette came running back crying this time, he had picked up a handful of wood chips and thrown them at her, wood chips were tangled in her hair. Esther suggested maybe we should leave and could get some ice cream.

I stood up. “f***k that, she has every right to play here, the little s.hit can f***k off. Where is he?”

“Clayton,” Esther warned gently.

“Where is he?” I asked Odette.

She pointed to some chubby kid, red cheeks and a runny nose. I watched him run over to his family and have a drink before running back towards the swings. He told another child to get off and let him on, and they did without question.

He jumped on the swing and started swinging, I went over and pushed the swing for him.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“Just thought you might like someone to push you.” I kept pushing the swing for him, making it go higher and higher until panic filled his voice.

“That’s enough now, mister.”

“Nah, it can still go higher.”

“I don’t want it higher,” he cried out.

“My daughter didn’t like you pushing her and throwing wood chips at her, but you didn’t care, did you?”

He looked confused and terrified, and I had to remember he was just a stupid kid, the real problem was his parents, and they proved that when the mother got up and started making her way over.

“Get away from my son,” she snapped.

“Oh, now you decide to get off your lazy f.ucking a.ss, but when your little s.hit of a kid is bullying others, you don’t care? Let me guess? Little Timothy here is a little angel, and all the other kids are the problem?”

“All you wolves are the same,” she snapped, “domineering, aggressive alpha male attitudes thinking you can bully anyone you please.”

I raised a brow, “ah, I forgot how jealous you wererats get, you got the s.hitty end of the deal turning into a rat, but it suits your personality…scum.”

The father came storming over and tried to push me, I grabbed his hand and snapped two of his fingers making him gasp in pain, I smiled hearing the c.rack of his bones. The little boy p.issed himself literally and the family quickly scuttled away, I turned to face Odette and saw her watching me in terror. S.hit.

I walked back over, and she hid behind both Esther and Amaya. “Sorry,” I tried, but she wouldn’t even look at me, I growled inhumanly and had to clench my fists to keep from punching something. I wasn’t cut out for this whole fatherhood stuff, I didn’t know how to be kind or loving or, heck, nonviolent.

We made our way back home more quietly than when we had left. I let Esther and Amaya take Odettes mind off the earlier events, I’d give her space and try again tomorrow, just had had to remember not to break anyone’s bones in front of her.

There was always going to be a violent side to me, nothing could change that, but I was going to have to learn to rein it in around Odette. Luckily, I had an outlet for my more violent side, the Red-Eyed Sect.

I used to hate having to kill the very few people who wanted to finish what I started, the destruction of the human race, but now, knowing Amaya, even Esther, it gave me pause for the first time. All my life I’d only ever really known selfish, cruel, abusive humans, judgemental, arrogant b.astards who thought they knew everything even though we’d been living under their very noses the whole time. Now I wondered if there were more like Amaya and Esther. There must be, and that led me to a darker thought…had I killed innocent people in my war of rage?

I never hurt any children, they were innocent pups in my mind, but I didn’t like the feeling I felt at the thought that I might have killed kind and gentle people like Amaya. I’d never stopped to think about it, just killed anything in my sight, even a few supernaturals had gotten in my way and ended up dead. f***k.

I shook the thoughts away and got ready to hunt. Tonight I was hunting another werepanther by the sounds of their online chat.

The address was further away than the last two so I had to drive, I parked about half a mile away and went and climbed out, I didn’t shift to wolf form, I was already too riled up, I hadn’t eaten enough raw meat lately which made my control more difficult, and after breaking that fathers fingers earlier today it had left the wolf hungry for more violence, very rarely did anyone I touch survive, so the beast in me was craving to finish what I’d started earlier in the park.

I found the man I was looking for, and sniffing the air, I confirmed to myself he was a werepanther. He was built slender and lean like his animal too, with tidy combed brown hair and neck tattoos, probably a body covered in them too underneath the black jacket he was wearing.

I usually reached them before they ever got to the house they’d targeted, but maybe part of me wanted the excitement, the thrill of more drama, because I took longer stalking him, allowing him to climb through a window that had been slightly ajar.

I climbed in behind him as silent as the dead, watched him move across the living room in the dark as stealthily as any cat. I, on the other hand, walked into a table, then stepped back and nearly knocked a f.ucking vase off the table. I grabbed it before it fell and carefully put it back on the coffee table, grumbling to myself about who the f***k puts a vase on their coffee table.

My clumsy ass was so distracted by the vase that I lost sight of the man and had to sniff my way around to find him. He’d gone upstairs, so I followed the trail.

When I reached the top, I couldn’t track him anymore, his scent was all over the hallway, backtracking all over the place, and I clocked on that he had done it on purpose, he knew I was here.

I felt a kick to my back and went sprawling into the bedroom in front of me. I fell to the floor and jumped back up to see a man sleepily sitting up in his bed and jamming the lamp light on to see what was going on.

His eyes shot wide open, but I didn’t get to see what he’d do next because panther guy ran in and tackled me back to the floor.

Straddling me, he punched my jaw, but I blocked the next hit and headbutted him, knocking him off balance. I pushed him off and was barely up when the man who’d been in bed jumped on my back, wrapping an arm around my neck. “I don’t know what the f***k is going on, but you two are going to die!” He yelled.

I was so glad no one was here to see this stupid fight between us all. I threw the man over my shoulder, sending him barreling into Dimitri, the name of the werepanther.

The man jumped back up. He was a werewolf but obviously didn’t know who I was and I wasn’t about to tell him. Sometimes in fights with other werewolves, they’d realise who I was, and drop to their knees in respect and stop fighting, but bones broke, blood spilled, the metallic taste of blood was thick and sharp in the air, and I was having way too much fun right now to risk saying anything.

I side-kicked the wolf, sending him crashing into a big-ass cage in the corner of the room. A whimper came from it, and I looked over to see a human inside, a female with long blonde hair, blue eyes, dainty, she was very attractive and wearing only a thin white nightie that did nothing to hide the bruises on her arms.

I knew what she had been bought for, to satisfy his s.exual urges, to be his plaything. I could tell by her whole demeanour, and I felt sick. I had only bought Amaya to help find my daughter, maybe stick around and help look after her, but I’d made arrangements with her this morning of a s.exual nature, and while I made sure she absolutely wanted it and was ok with it, I still felt sick seeing this poor woman. What if Amaya didn’t want it but was only trying to please me? What if she said yes out of fear? There was a huge power dynamic between us, and it didn’t hit just how huge it was until now, and seeing this woman. I’d tell her the arrangement was off when I got back.

I was a monster, I wasn’t afraid to admit that. I knew what I was. I killed. I had t.ortured people for fun. I’d s.laughtered thousands. Humans crossed my path, I killed them. Supernaturals got in my way, I killed them. I cared for nothing or no one. I’d always been that way, but this? R.ape? I would never stoop so low, I had very few lines I didn’t cross, and those were never kill children, never r.ape, and don’t abuse people unnecessarily.

I realised that was not very many rules at all, but at least I had some. R.ape was repulsive to me, and hurting children would make me no less evil than the humans I hated. I didn’t go around killing aimlessly just for kicks, I’d have been imprisoned by the council a long time ago if that were the case. When I killed or caused someone pain, it was for a purpose, there was reason behind it.

I watched the female’s, face when her master looked at her, saw her shrink back in terror, saw her wrap her arms around her body, trying to protect herself from being looked at. I snapped, I couldn’t tell you why. Maybe she reminded me of how Amaya had been when I’d first met her. All I know is I snapped, and I went for the werewolf.

I punched him, knocking him back, and then kicked him in the side of his head, sending him back to the floor in a heap, Dimitri punched me in the back, I didn’t even turn to face him, just elbowed him in the face and went back to grabbing the wolf by his shirt and punching him again, breaking his jaw.

I didn’t waste time play fighting anymore, I tore his whole jaw off and threw it in Dimitris’s face, making him gag. Hey, I was a dramatic guy, what can I say?

I gouged his eyes out next and admit I enjoyed the guttural screams he gave, then I ripped his tongue out, not easy with your bare hands, but I was a werewolf god, so I had the strength. I heard Dimitri running up behind me and did a back kick to his stomach, winding him.

I turned my attention on Dimitri, and I saw the idea of running away enter his eyes, he didn’t, good. He threw a punch, and I blocked, but werepanthers were fast and agile. He threw a load of punches and kicks, some I blocked, and some hit me. I had a bloody nose and a cut lip. The taste of my own blood woke my bloodlust. I knew my eyes had turned red by how pale his face became. He faltered in his steps, and that was all I needed. I grabbed him and snapped his neck, he dropped to the floor like a sack.

The wolf made a noise of pain on the floor, and I turned back to him, didn’t even hesitate as I stomped on his face, crushing it like a watermelon.

The female whimpered and trembled in fear, luckily, half the bed blocked her view so she hadn’t seen the violence. I wouldn’t have cared a few months ago, but again, Amaya’s face entered my head. I grabbed some sheets and threw them over the bodies, not sure why I cared if she saw or not. Damn, Amaya was getting to me with her kind ways.

I ripped the chain off the cage door and flung it open, she scuttled back in fear. “You’re free to go,” I said, and then I just left her there.

I couldn’t hang around, the council would be p.issed that I’d killed someone who wasn’t part of the sect. I couldn’t bring the girl home with me, one, I didn’t want her, two, I had enough people living with me than I liked, three, I couldn’t be bringing in every stray or abused person I found, or I’d have a f.ucking shelter to run.

The best I could do was kill her owner, I’d done that, hopefully she’d have a better one.