007: Son of a bitch

Horres

I didn’t doubt Oxley’s ability to deliver in the slightest, but I felt curious about what he planned to do. Deep down, I wish I could just squeeze her neck so tightly, watching her face turn blue as she struggled for her last breath. However, that would just be too easy for the daughter of a murderer. 

I would so make her suffer for every life her father took from the Iron Fang Pack. She may be wolfless trash, but she would pay her dues to this pack.

My feet took me to the one place I knew Oxley would take my whore. After we spoke two days ago, he carried out a seamless attack on all the spies from the Moon Howler Pack. Afterwards, he went to clear out that shed. I could tell without a doubt that it was the accommodation he prepared for the daughter of Alpha Holmes. 

As for me, I didn’t give a damn about where they placed her. She could even be housed in a stable, yet I wouldn’t bat an eyelid. After all, she wasn’t here to enjoy the pack. She was a prisoner whose only duty was to pay for the sins of her father with her blood.

I guess I arrived at the right time, when my whore started begging to see me again However, Oxley wouldn’t indulge her. How he taunted and scared her shitless was amusing. He even allowed her to beat his steps by taking two steps back whenever he put a foot forward. I already had enough of the drama.

“What the heck are you doing to her?” I swore I was about to tell Oxley to start the punishment already. How the heck did someone else beat me to it?

Wait! 

That shouldn’t be the problem. The crux of the matter is that the toad claiming to be a knight in shining armor is one of the tributes sent by Alpha Holmes. One of the warriors from his pack felt he could order my beta around because of his princess. Tsk!     

“Aaaahhhh!!!” Exactly! That was the only sound deserving of an ant from the Moon Howler Pack. He writhed in pain as soon as my whip landed on his body. Well, he didn’t see that coming, and none of them even expected me to appear at this place right now. 

“Alpha,”

“Alpha,”

“Alpha,”

My men went on their knees, but the toad still stood there defiantly. It was only when his dearest princess went on her knees, exchanging a terrified glance with him, that he followed suit. Well, I had all the time in the world to torture them both.

Hmph! Interesting. Why does this look so much like a lovers’ interaction to me? For some reason, my blood boiled at the possibility of this warrior having his eyes set on my breeder. 

Well, I had no plans of laying a finger on this wolfless trash, but she was still mine, after all. How could she have eyes for another man? That too, in my presence?

“I hope I’m not too late to the lovers’ reunion.” As soon as my words fell, she lifted her head and locked eyes with me, albeit briefly. However, I was able to tell the panic in her gaze. The horror she tried to hide couldn’t escape me. If that wasn’t an admission of guilt, then what was it?

“What? Cat got your tongue?” I barked out these words without even thinking twice, my alpha aura spreading uncontrollably. How dare she disregard me?

“Please, Alpha, it’s… It’s not what you think. There’s nothing between Slater and me. I swear by the moon goddess.” Did she take me for a fool, or what? Tsk! “Alpha, please, it’s not what you think.” Even though she was shivering on the ground, she still dared to defend her lover in my presence.

“Fifteen lashes for today and the next two days. As for the remaining five, handle it however you want.” I spoke to Oxley as the two guards quickly dragged my whore and placed her on a wooden stand in front of the shed. He really planned everything.

“Alpha, I think twenty lashes for a start would be great.” Beta Oxley enjoyed this so much that I could tell he wasn’t going to take it easy on her. Well, I wouldn’t allow the easy way either. 

“You…” I gestured toward her lover and commanded, “Twenty lashes for deceiving the Alpha. Go soft on my whore, and I’ll show you how to do it better.” 

Oxley quickly threw the whip his way, and he had no choice but to catch it. Nothing made me more pleased than the trembling young man who had to whip his lover just so he could save his head.

Under our watchful gazes, he threw out the whip, only for Oxley to curse out loud, “Son of a bitch!” 

None of us saw that coming.