The Unwanted Rouge’s Forbidden Love

Chapter 4- Alpha’s Rage

Duncan’s POV

Having someone who looked exactly similar to you seemed like a good thing, but for me, It was more like a great responsibility. Being the more reserved twin, I'd watched my brother make me take blames for his own sins, and even as we grew, my brother became more sly, more creepy and more playful. He continued whiling away his time with women and enjoyed nothing more than drinking.

In the large meeting room, my father, Alpha Robert, sat at the head of the table, his expression as cold as ice. He had always hated rouges, but killing these creatures for no reason made no sense. I've tried to reason with him several times, to make him see the truth, but Damien sided with him and painted the picture of him saving the pack with his ridiculous rule.

“We captured another rogue yesterday” My father had a small smile on his lips, his eyes darting around the whole room, “If the rogues continue this way, we’ll have their whole existence cleared in no time. Her execution would be shortly after this meeting.”

Watching rouges get killed became as normal as having breakfast. A few days ago, an innocent boy was killed for being a rouge, but showing sympathy was an emotion I was still trying to learn. His innocent pair of eyes stopped my heart from breathing, but even as the sword went down on his neck, I felt nothing.

Damien, my twin brother, had a wide smile on his lips, “Father, the rogue is a woman this time?” he grinned, pulling his chair forward. He placed his hands on the table, his eyes glowing mischievously, “don't you think killing her is a waste?” Just like I thought, he cared less about the creature and only cared about the gender.

Like always, I ignored his statement and listened to my father's response. My father remained quiet for a few seconds before letting out a soft chuckle, “Your brother has been quiet this whole time, but all you could think of is a woman?”

“We all know Duncan has always been this way, quiet and cold like the gust of the wind. He cares less about women.” I rolled my eyes, “And who said you have the right to talk about me that way?”

“Relax brother.” Damien grinned, “at least we'll get to see the chic before she gets beheaded.”

While my father made small contributions about the safety of the pack, Damien kept on blabbing, giving wrong and right suggestions at the same time, while me? I remained quiet, observing the look on everyone's faces.

It was a habit I've tried so hard to stop. I believed every single person wore a mask and no matter how much they tried to hide it, a single expression would give them away. I liked to study people, but the only person I've been unable to read for years was my brother, Damien.

“Are you excited about the execution?” Damien asked, walking right beside me, as we made our way to the execution site. I flipped my attention to him, “there’s nothing exhilarating in watching a person's death.”

A smirk slowly appeared on Damien's lips, “Who said so?” he asked, pausing for a while, “don't you enjoy the fear in their eyes and how soft their voice becomes whenever they say the word ‘Please’?”

“Then you derive pleasure from their tortue?”

Damien shook his head, his brows furrowed deeply, “trust me, I have no idea, but I've always enjoyed watching an execution scene. It gets me all excited, and my brain seems to replay the moment every time.”

I pressed my lips together and nodded slowly. Ever since we were kids, Damien's eyes always shone with excitement while watching a gruesome scene. While I've never reacted to the scene, Damien kept obsessing over it, wanting to watch it a thousand times. He'd continued this way for years, but I still couldn't understand his obsession.

The loud beating of a drum filled my ears and Damien chuckled, tucking his hands in his pocket, “It's almost time.” He said. I rolled my eyes, “we've witnessed this for almost a thousand times.”

“I never get enough.”

“We're really different.” I sighed, walking towards the execution scene. As royals, we were privileged to sit on a high seat to watch the scene clearly while pack members stood a few meters away.

I inhaled a deep breath and took a seat next to my father, “You seem more excited than usual.” I commented, “You're just like him.” I pointed at Damien who sat right next to me, “We’re father and son, what do you expect?” Damien grinned, his eyes fixed on the scene.

While the first beat of the drum signified that the execution time was at hand, the second signified the coming of the rogue. It's been twenty minutes now, but we've heard nothing from the pack warriors or the dungeon guards. My father impatiently tapped his fingers on his chair, “If the rogue escapes, I'm going to have someone's head.”

Just before he could make another sentence, a pack warrior ran towards us. He stood upright and placed his hands by his sides, “Alpha, the rogue had committed murder.” he said calmly, but the astonishment in his eyes couldn't be hidden. He was rather stunned that the female rogue had murdered someone in cold blood, but who?

My father got up in a fit of rage, “That sly bastard killed one of my men?!”

“Not one of your men, my lord.” The pack warrior lowered his head, “It's the flesh eater, your prisoner for a decade. She probably killed him to defend herself.”

Now it was Damien's turn to gasp. His lips were slightly parted as his eyes flickered with surprise, “she killed the flesh eater?” the pack warrior nodded at his words and I frowned slightly, “How's that possible?” The flesh eater was known for his insane strength, but she killed him in just a single night. Impressive, but she was going to get killed anyway.

“Proceed with the execution.” My father growled, obviously angered by the new revelation, “but before she gets beheaded, she's going to get a hundred lashes for killing my prisoner!”