CHAPTER 6

Winston POV

My fist slammed the desk in front of me suddenly, startling Macho. I've been acting unknowingly these days. It's only luck that the murderers of my wife aren't dead. I want nothing more than to squeeze the life out of them.

"Easy, Alpha. Take it easy," Macho said softly, bringing me back to the mundane world.

"Easy?" My thick voice ripped through the air and left a lingering sensation around. It echoed again and I felt satisfied by the effect. "You want me to take it easy? Do you even hear yourself? I'm supposed to take it easy with those people after killing my wife?" I muttered and turned around quickly. 

I tried to control my emotions as I have always done whenever I visit that stinking cell that scented like her or like her father. 

"No!" He responded, and went silent as if he was thinking of what to say. "I'm not telling you to take it easy with them. I'm telling you to take it easy with yourself," he explained. "You are going to hurt yourself if you keep this up," he pointed out.

"Then what am I supposed to do!" I yelled, sending shills out that I knew would affect the other werewolves.

"That's why I said you need to calm down. if you keep getting stressed like this, you will wake up with blood in your mouth," he expressed and I groaned.

I released an exasperated sigh. This is so difficult for me. 

"You have the invitation card, Winston. Your plan is perfect," he reminded with a hint of craziness. 

My outstretched fangs went back inside as I whirled to look at Marco. There was this devilish smile on his face, the arc of his brow in concentration.

My eyes darted at the invitation cards on the table and I felt the blade in my heart squeeze. I'm supposed to marry the daughter of a killer?

"It's very difficult for me, no matter how hard I think about it," I confessed miserably. 

I can't imagine how disappointed my wife will be in me. How could I play with something like this? Yet, I'm just so obsessed with finding out the reason behind it. Does it matter? Does it really matter?

Marco took two heavy strides towards me, filling the space between us. "I understand, Winston but the good news is that you don't need to make it any more difficult," he opined and I could feel the excitement in his eyes.

I regarded him for a moment. "What do you want me to do?"

Marco shrugged slightly. "Anything that doesn't require you suffering yourself like this," he stepped back slowly. "You can think about it, Winston. It's the simplest way," he informed.

I watched his retreating figure for a moment before a thought slipped into my mind. "You want me to kill them?"

Marco picked an invitation card and examined it for a moment. "These people don't deserve the mercy you are showing them. They should die and pay for their sons," he proclaimed.

Marco had sworn to kill the murderer of my wife, so I'm not surprised.

What I'm certainly worried about is my hesitation. For a reason, I want to get to the root of the matter.

"Even if they finally confess, would that bring back your wife? Give me the word and I will do the job for you. They shouldn't enjoy this mercy," he stressed, with a frustrated look on his face.

I let out another sigh, finally calmed now. I walked back to the deal and took one of the invitation cards.

I'm not marrying Angelina. I'm doing this for revenge.

I shook my head at Marco and released the invitation card. Instead of dropping it on the table, it flew to the floor. I walked to it and regarded it for it a moment before ruining it with my shoe.

"Death is such an easy way," I started, with clenched teeth. "Killing these people will be like the best thing."

"But marrying Angelina will hurt you," Marco interjected.

I nodded. "I will do anything to force the words out of their mouths," I responded with determination.

Marco regarded me for another moment with a pleasing smile. "And then what? Kill them?" He sighed. "No matter what you do, you are still going to arrive at the same decision," he regarded me for another moment and sigh. "The elders wants you to take in another Luna but it doesn't have to be Angelina."

No matter how much I think about it, I can't help but notice there is some core of truth in what Marco had said. But what? Am I supposed to kill them like that? That would even be merciful. I should give them something more painful than death. They should seek death and not find it. It must never be easy for them.

But my intrusiveness is fully alerted. I must seek to the end of the word to achieve my aim. I'm not going to give in easily and this isn't supposed to go down easily.

I whirled around again and moved towards the wall. I delved two punches into it consecutively, creating a hole in it. I watched the cut for a moment until it had closed up before I turned back to look at Marco.

"I'm not making this easy, Marco. I'm making it even harder. I'm not going to marry Angelina for revenge alone, I need an heir too," I informed and pulled out my chair. 

"And you will like your heir to come from the daughter of the murderer?"

I sat and folded my hands under my chin. "It's the least she can do for her father's crime. She will give me an heir because I can't even bring myself to bring in another wife."

Marco let out a sigh. "You don't have to listen to the elders. Killing them is perfect." 

"If I kill them, this is going to go way too easy. I must find out why they did it and how they did it. Who knows, they may have been in gangs. I'm going to find them all, and then, kill them. I will enjoy killing them at last! It's my last request to my late wife!" I explained.

"I'm not going to give her a nice marriage, I'm going to show her the hell that she deserves until she gives me what I want," I smiled at this, then looked up at Marco. "Either way, I'm still going to get what I want. It's just going to take a long process, which I will enjoy. In fact, it's going to be fun for me," I muttered thickly and relaxed in my seat.

Marco nodded briefly, finally realizing how important my plan is.

"Tell the maids to prepare my ex-wife's room because that's where Angelina will be staying," I stared down at the invitation cards again, with a sly smile on my lips. I picked one and stretched it out. 

"See that the new bride gets this. She might need a lot of tears to shed before its commencement."