Begging no more

Chapter 3 -Ready to kill

Gabriel POV

“You thought we wouldn’t know what you were planning?” My queen asks with a piercing look, sitting on her desk chair with me standing behind her, always having her back, while the traitors in front of her shiver in fear.

“Your majesty, I-” one of them so foolishly tries to defend himself, I guess.

“QUIET” Maxima growls with her eyes flashing red and the dumb f**k almost falls to the ground.

“You will only speak when I allow you to speak” she says.

I know it’s weird, but that just turned me on.

“Really, Gabriel? You are horny now!” Maxima links me.

“NO” I link back.

“Yes” Phoenix growls.

“Shut up, phoenix”.

Sometimes it slips my mind that she feels everything I feel.

“Take them to their cells, until I decide if they should die… or be tortured first before they do” she orders Zander, and the fuckers pale even more.

“Yes, Alpha” Zander says with a nod before they all leave.

“I can’t believe those misogynistic assholes still don’t want me as their queen. I brought all species to submission. What more-…. Gabriel, why is your shirt off?” she says, while she was turning in her chair to face me.

“I was feeling hot?” I so obviously lie.

She looks at me with annoyance which slowly turns to something else as she takes in my abs that I'm flexing as hard as I can right now.

“Well, king Gabriel… now, I kinda feel hot too” she says with a mischievous smile.

I don’t say anything and just pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist.

I devour her lips as she pulls on my hair and... and we are interrupted.

“Your majesties” we hear someone say and we strop abruptly.

“What the f**k, James?” I say.. more like grits out.

“How did you get in here?” Maxima asks.. more like snarl.

“Maybe next time before you start whatever the hell it was that you are doing, because it didn’t sound pleasant, you should close the door all the way… and maybe lock it from the inside” he says with an annoyed look, like he is the one who was interrupted.

Shit! I forgot to close the door.

“Or lock it” Phoenix mocks.

“You know we are practically the same, right? So whatever I forgot to do, it's your fault too”.

"I'm an animal and I was horny. You can't put that on me", damn it, he has a point.

“So, you decided to barge in without even knocking?” Maxima says, fixing her hair, and I put my shirt back on.

“Oh, I knocked and even coughed but you were… too involved” he says, wiggling his eyebrow.

“You know I’m your queen, right? I can send you to prison just because I feel like it” she says with a pointed look.

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t. I’m your favorite cousin!” he says with his known charming self.

“Hardly. That would be Zander, my beta or Alex my gamma… oh and you can’t forget the rest of their set, Zeina and lexi. And of course everybody’s favorite, little Jemma, you know… your sister” my mate says and I can’t help but let out a laugh.

“Okay, okay. I got it… but you still love me though, right?... right?” James asks, feeling doubt.

“Get to the point of you being here” she totally ignores his question.

I know she loves him, but I love their banter more.

“Okay, business mode. It’s about the traitors that were captured. As you know, two of them were from my pack. I would like to lead the interrogation of all of them” James asks, switching to serious alpha mode himself.

“You mean the torturing of all of them?” I clarify.

“Wherever the interrogation may take us, your majesty” he answers me with a stoic face.

“You were vital in capturing them. So, I think it’s fitting that you take over the interrogation. Your request is granted” my queen says with a nod.

“Thank you, your majesty”.

“Now can you leave?” I ask… more like tell.

“Of course, just remember to lock the door. You are lucky that it was me who came in and not uncle Derek” he says giving me a knowing look.

“I’m the king. I’m not scared of King Derek” I retort.

“Yes, that’s why you still call him King Derek and not alpha Derek” he says with a hint of mockery in his voice before he shuts the door behind him.

“No, it was full on mockery, not just a hint”.

“d**k” Me and phoenix say at the same time.

Maxima looks at me with a puzzled expression about to ask me a question, but I don’t give her a chance.

“What? So I still call him King Derek. He was my king even before I was born. It's out of habit. And if we were humans and got married, he would be my father-in-law... Damn it! He is my father-in-law, but I’m not scared of him, it’s called respect, Maxima” I say all in one breath.

“Are you done?” she asks, almost bored.

“Yes” I answer a little embarrassed.

“So, do we really sound unpleasant like James said, cause I always thought we sounded hot?” she asks, genuinely concerned.

Oh, so that was her question.

Fuck!

Max POV

The mother fucker screams as he takes his last breath.

“You can scream as loud as you can. You have a sound proof spell put on this room… no one is coming for you” I taunt him with his own words just before his eyes rolls to the back of his head and he drops to the ground.

I hear a thud behind me and I turn.

Carter’s daughter is on the ground, trying desperately to cover herself with what’s left of her shredded dress.

“Are you okay?” I say trying to help her up, but she shivers back.

All the memories of Natalia and what happened to her rush back to my mind.

I take off my shirt that is made from the same useless ritualistic, almost see through material of her dress , and hand it to her before I turn my back to give her what little privacy she had left.

“I tried to stand but my legs gave out” she says apologetically as if she did something wrong.

I slowly turn around, just in case she is not dressed yet and say,

“That’s okay… It’s normal. You’ve been lying down for a year now, but you are a werewolf, you will bounce back in no time once you shift” I try to make her feel better.

“I hope so... the last time I was awake long enough for her to gain some of her strength back... was a long time ago” she says in a quiet voice, rubbing her legs.

“May I help you up?” I ask for permission.

She pauses for a moment, then she hesitantly nods her head.

I carefully and cautiously try to help her up, very aware of where I put my hand.

“I’m Max, by the way” I say as I place her back on the bed.

“I’m… I’m… Emma” she unconvincingly says.

I might not remember who she is exactly, but I do know that this is not her name, but I let it slide.

“I will get you out of here. I promise” I say with convection, and she responds with a broken smile.

I pray that this was the only time someone tried to take advantage of her, that the dead mother fucker was the only creep to try and do that to her… but unfortunately, I doubt it.

“ I doubt I’ll come out of here alive. I can barely stand not alone fight” she says, defeated.

“I promised to get you out of here and I never break a promise.. All I want you to do is lean on me… can you do just that?”.

“ I can try” she says, not really believing in herself.

After a few tries and on wobbly legs, she finally stands.

“Now that we’ve established that you can stand… Can you try to walk?” I ask, contemplating how to get the f**k out of here before anyone notices that the mother fucker is missing.

she shakes her head no.

"Can you feel your wolf?" I ask, hopeful.

After a pause she finally answers,

"Starting to" She says with a bright smile that I'm about to wipe off her face.

I can faintly hear some movement nearing us.

I can carry her but I can't fight while holding her and I'm not at my full strength yet. That thing with the chains was totally by the grace of the moongoddess.

"I'm sorry, but we need your wolf to come to, now" I say while searching the pockets of the fucker I just killed.

"Okay, I don't want to do this, but it's an old hunter's trick" I say opening the pocket knife the asshole was poking me with.

"What do you mea-....Oh... it's an old werewolf's trick too" She says in realization.

"We really need to get out of here... like now" I say hearing them come closer.

"Do it... it's not the worst thing that happened to me" she says with resolution.

"Take a deep breath" I say then start cutting her arm.

She groans in pain and I feel horrible, but it has to be done.

"Are you ok-" I ask but she cuts me off.

"Again" she says through her teeth.

I do it again and again... and then some more.

"I don't think it's working" I say.

"One more time" she says with determination.

I slide the edge of the knife one last time across her skin and that’s when I hear it... a growl.

I never thought I would be that happy to hear a freaking growl.

with a flash of black in her eyes.. her wounds starts to close up.

"Now... can you walk?" I ask with anticipation.

she gets out of her bed and tries.

"Well, I can limp" she says with a nervous shrug.

"That will have to do for now, we need to get out of here. There will be a lot of fighting and a lot more blood” I say a little excited.

It feels like it’s been decades since I last fought… okay, it really has been!!

“Or we can just get out through that back door that asshole came from” she says, pointing to a door in the back of the room that leads outside.

That’s why he just shows up in the room without me seeing him coming in!

“You look like you are a little disappointed” she notices.

“Well, I was looking forward to killing some fuckers” I admit.

“Don’t worry, there will be a lot more to kill on the other side of that door… won’t you need those?” she says, pointing to a small table with a folded black suit on top of it.

It looks like that’s what I was buried in.

Damn it, Mason… you knew I like the blue suit better.

Wait! Are those my daggers? Yes!

I pick them up and it’s like I’m whole again.

“Let’s go" I say, clutching my daggers and ready to kill.