"I told you." He spewed blood from his lips into the ground at my feet. I'm not your father, sorry.
His last words ring in my thoughts, repeating themselves over while I struggle to understand what they mean. the same phrases he tortured me with for years, mocking me. As he handed me my "special gift," as he called it, he played the scratched CD that he used to play every year on my birthday in my brain.
Before that day with Jason's mother, I had never received a kind or practical present. New totter weaponry that my father would employ to keep his pack in check and prevent them from lashing out and toppling him made up my presents. Instead of establishing order and tranquility, he controlled through threats and control. Never able to carry out the obligations an Alpha should have.
I suppose that's why he came there; I was astonished by the size of the crowd and the guys that stood by his side. I gave him the scar on his face, which is the one that is visible. A guy who has paid to have hundreds of people killed is able to watch them suffer under him.
We received blank and lifeless faces, as well as those that stood with me with fidelity and loyalty. People who don't comprehend my suffering will do all in their power to keep me safe. Those who are here to essentially sacrifice themselves for me are those who are aware that they may pass away.
"My Megan, I've given you plenty of chances." Alpha White moved after Master as he moved ahead. You still haven't surrendered yourself to us, however.
"And she will never," Jason growled at me from behind.
Saying "Shut up." He growled. I was conversing with the bitch. I shifted as his eyes over my body. "I've been anticipating your passing for a while. To deliver it to you, I am really excited. Knowing how Jason would respond to it, Master adjusted to be ready for his assault. When they finally made contact, the two sides collided, bringing a heaviness of death over our country.
I've known how worthless you would be from the beginning. Alpha began. I have known you would be frail from the moment you were born. He circled me while stalking me. I was speechless and trembling in terror because of his authority over me. I was battered into silence for years and was unable to speak back.
"Come outside and meet your sister." I looked up, perplexed, and saw a black figure emerge from the shadows. He was close to me and seemed to be a teenager. He didn't resemble either me or Alpha White at all, having brown hair and blue eyes. They only shared a pair of hard-set eyes but with distinct hues.
"I-I have a brother?" you ask. His blue eyes never left mine. His were frigid and confined, but mine were broad.
He pointed to me and said, "He was to be my heir, but you." "You had to go and mess it all up!" He growled. "After you performed your escape ruse, Gordon came to me and claimed my property as his because you had fled! Because of you, we have nothing. The other guy vanished once again when Alpha turned to him and murmured something. With a sly smirk on his lips, his eyes swept over my body, and turned to gaze behind me.
I turned to gaze back at Jason, who was still engaged in combat with Master. Jason's wolf was bigger, but Master was powerful since he had been in combat for a long time. I moved forward, ready to change and provide assistance, as two wolves drew near to his back.
"Kneel!" Omega Alpha Asher White growled. My legs crumbled and I fell to my knees because my body had become so used to following his orders and I was afraid of receiving some kind of punishment for disobedience.
Look at how pitiful you are. He chuckled. Can't even defend yourself; always in need of your mate's protection.Look." I refused to watch as I kept looking at my feet. He forcefully grabbed my chin and jerked it to the side as he knelt down, turning me to face my opponent.
I started to watch. He grabbed my chin while grunting. I couldn't even blink or turn my head, for that matter. I watched as my companion was being ripped apart while just standing there and not doing anything. Fur was being thrown everywhere, and the ground was splattered with blood. Through the relationship, some of his suffering persisted, and I was able to feel a little amount of it on my own skin. With the other two wolves ripping at Master's back, he was able to hold him down, but he was becoming exhausted from utilizing his energy and the blood loss from his wounds.
You are helpless, just as he is. You will now get to see his suffering and demise, just like I did when your mother passed away. You are the same pitiful bitch she was, too. In response to his remark about my mother, a strong feeling of rage sprang inside me. Another quickly followed; the impulse to shield my partner from his problems out of protectiveness. He grabbed my ear firmly while bending down and pulled it up to his lips.
"I ought to have killed you long ago, saving myself all this trouble," I snapped, shaking with rage as my partner let out a groan laced with agony and blood. I stretched my claws up and buried them in his neck, ripping through the muscles as I did so. Warm blood started to collect on my hand and his eyes widened. He let me go and then raised his hands to his neck, choking on his own blood.
He'll despise you for doing this, he says. As blood filled his mouth and airways, he made an attempt to communicate. You are the kind of person who "w-will never f-forgive you."
I couldn't care less. I finally had the chance to voice my ideas to him for the first time, carefree. Although you are his father, you ought to have been mine as well.
While trying to chuckle, he coughed up a torrent of blood-red liquid instead. He began with a sharp cough, "When will you get it through your head."
Obtain what? I barked.
, "I told you." He spewed blood from his lips into the ground at my feet. I'm not your father, sorry. His body slumped, and his eyes lost their unsettling gleam. His corpse dropped to the ground motionless as he watched with an unusual sensation of delight. It seemed strange. I was worried that he would get up and beat me ruthlessly till I was rendered motionless. I kept watching until I could physically feel the suffering of my mate.
I instantly turned around and removed one of the guys from my Jason's body. I quickly proceeded to the second, ripping him apart limb from limb as I tore through him in wrath.
I poked at his head; part of his body was skinless, and his black fur was gleaming with blood. He barely opened his eyes while whimpering and kissing his face. Hey there, sweetheart. He couldn't talk, so he mind-linked me. I attended to his wounds as he let out another whine, licking them in an effort to help him recover. He ran his fingers over my forehead and down my neck while shakily lifting his palm to rest it lightly on my snout.
: "I love you." As he spoke, his eyes closed and rolled back into his head. His breathing was becoming laborious and uneven, and it was becoming slower by the second. I moved in panic, ignoring the discomfort from the wounds I seemed to have acquired.
"No, no." As his spirit left his body, I felt our connection deteriorate. Our relationship steadily broke down, leaving me heartbroken and empty. "No! No, thank you. I screamed and clung to his fur.
I turned to look at the sky and started crying. A dark and starless night it was, with just the crescent moon visible in the sky. The stars abandoned the moon, leaving just the Moon Goddess to see the death of my lover as if feeling my grief.
"Please! I cried and buried my face in his fur, begging him not to leave me. Saying "I love you."