Torture
1161 Words
"Alpha Derick," Draco, Alpha Derick's best friend and beta of the pack, called out as he stepped out of the dungeon walls.
"What?" Derick snapped before turning back to see who it was.
"Draco, what are you doing here?" Derick asked, rubbing his fingers against his temple.
"I got back to the pack house and asked about you from the guards," Draco replied, walking closer.
"Are you okay? You don't look like you are," Draco asked, worriedly.
"Really? If your mate died in your hands, would you be okay!?, It is known to all that she is dead. Now the witches have to die!" The Alpha stated furiously, walking with Draco.
"I just came back from the meeting I planned with everyone who could have any clue on which witch conducted this and where the poison was, but nothing constructive as for now." Draco said, as they walked down the hallway.
Alpha Derick nodded, throwing his head back, holding back the tears that formed at the corner of his eyes.
"We'll get them, but while we're on it, what are you going to do about the witch princess?" Draco asked placing a hand on his left shoulder.
"There's no plan Draco, she'll be beheaded on the day of the full moon, in front of the whole pack for my people to see that this act just washed away every hope of peace with the witches and when that happens, send her severed head, mutilated to her people! I will gladly extinct all of their folks and burn down their kingdom when the time comes." alpha Derick said while Draco shook his head in disagreement.
"That's too much, Derick. Killing her is one thing, mutilating her body is another," Draco said, trying to talk him out of it.
"Are you blind? Deaf or oblivious to the fact that they killed my wife, and her body lay cold in my hands, I DON'T GIVE A f**k ABOUT THOSE WITCHES ANYMORE! I want them gone!" He growled, his veins popping.
"I just think..."
"You don't get to think any f*****g thing Draco, you're my beta, you're here to follow my orders and not give me stupid advice on what and what not to do,"
Draco clenched his fists and silently stared at Derick, but he said nothing.
He stopped walking.
Derick noticed after a few more steps and turned back to look at him.
“What? Are you sulking now?” Derick asked, voice still sharp, still shaking with barely restrained rage. “What is wrong with you?! Is that all Evelyn ever meant for you!?.”
Draco clenched his jaw and took in a deep breath. The tension lining in the air was electric and Derick could clearly see the disagreement shouting in his eyes with a blur of pain.
“I’ve ripped thousands of guts and shed pools of blood out there for you, Alpha,” Draco spat calmly. “I’ve never questioned you—not once. But this…” He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “This isn’t you, Derick. This isn’t leadership. This is vengeance dressed in cruelty.”
Derick scoffed, moving closer to Draco. “Cruelty is the world we live in, but it's only right when everyone gets their own share.”
“And what about all the lives we took there! Children Derick, Children!? This is not the war I signed for!” Draco snapped, stepping forward. “You think you're the only one in pain?! The whole pack is grieving Evelyn. We all lost her. But turning Hazel into some public spectacle—beheading her and parading her corpse—isn’t going to bring Evelyn back.”
Derick’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t say her name like you know what this feels like.”
“I don’t know what it feels like to lose a mate, no,” Draco admitted. “But I know what it feels like to lose myself. And you, Derick… you’re right on the edge.”
Derick groaned in misunderstanding.
The pain of his lost mate was consuming him and the detachment gave way to an emptiness like no other.
Draco took a step closer, softer now. “You want justice, I get that. But mutilating that girl, making a show of her death—it’s not justice. It’s the act of a man who’s already lost everything and has nothing else left to destroy but himself.”
For a brief moment, hope flickered in Draco's eyes that he had successfully changed the Alpha's mind.
Then—coldly—he straightened.
“The plan stays,” he said, voice flat. “She dies on the full moon. Publicly.”
Draco stared at him, jaw locked. “And if someone stops you?”
Derick gave a bitter laugh. “No one will. Because no one has the guts.”
Draco didn’t answer. He only nodded stiffly and walked past him down the hallway.
“Where are you going?” Derick asked without turning.
“To do what betas do,” Draco muttered. “Follow orders. Even the ones that make them sick,” he muttered and walked away, leaving Derick in the middle of the hallway alone.
Derick was a mess. Shuffled dark emotions ran down his mind. Pain, pain and more pain, that's all he felt. Things that he had been hiding and trying to suppress since that moment.
The moment she stopped breathing, the moment she left this world and took his soul with it. The anger and irritation from this frustration keeps building up and nothing seems to cool it down.
Derick groaned in anger and punched the hall wall on his right, splitting up his knuckles while blood dripped down to the floor.
Evelyn.
He could still hear her voice—so faint, so broken—that day. Her blood. Her eyes searching for him. Her mouth trembling to say something. Anything.
But the words never came, just blood...silence, and then… nothing.
Derick moved slowly the his hand away from the wall, staring at his bleeding hand. Silence filled the hall, diving him into his past broken demons. He slid down the wall thinking about how he will measure himself without her.
His blood thirst, midnight desires and fantasy, who will he do it with now. He prayed silently, tears dropping off his cheeks. “W-where are you? I can't be without you my love, I need you..." He breathed raspily, the air in his lungs constricting.
He had failed her. He wasn’t fast enough. Strong enough. Good enough.
Derick sucked in a breath that hurt. A sob slipped out. Then another.
He rethought about her every move on that date, every greeting, every smile, secretly cursing himself for his lack of vigilance. He should have been more cautious, more preventing more.. protecting.
"I'm sorry....so sorry " he cried to himself in the hall but no effect, no change, a useless bitterness, because Evelyn was gone now.
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