BLAISE
I stared back at the men surrounding my bed. Their faces were long, and their eyes were down, refusing to meet mine. They all put their hands behind them, none daring to speak. When I awoke the previous day, I was told I had slept for two years, and this was like a second chance to live.
I have not seen my Luna or my pup since yesterday. I knew Aurora would not hear I was awake and not come to me. She would stay by my side for the whole two years. My eyes scanned the men and rested on my beta.
"Leo," I croaked.
He stepped forward and bent on one knee, bowing his head. "Yes Alpha."
"Tell my Luna that I am awake." His eyes looked uncertain, and his body movement was uncomfortable. I decided to ignore it and continued. "I want to see her and my pup immediately, and I want a huge banquet in the pack. The people need to celebrate the return of their king."
"My lord, arrangements for a banquet are going on at the pack as I speak to you. The whole pack is excited to experience your return—"
"Where is my Luna?" I demanded, my voice a little on edge.
An elder stepped forward and bowed. "I am afraid to break the ugly news to you, Alpha, but Luna Aurora and the pup cannot see you anymore. We lost them."
My heart dropped. The room fell silent, and I froze in my bed. I could feel the fear from the other elders and even my beta. They were not bold enough to tell me about this. I heard a constant beep, and a blinding pain took over my head, and then the room reeled. I heard their muffled voices, and their worried faces appeared in my line of vision.
"Alpha? Alpha?" they called.
And then, I went blank.
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I stared at the doctor as she gave instructions about what I should do and what I should not do. She smiled to ease me, but the pain and anger in my heart were unmatchable. My heart was bleeding, and I could see myself ripping Markus to shreds for what he did to me and my family.
"I am glad that you are fine now, Alpha Blaise. This is a cane to help you walk until your left leg is firm," the doctor said, handing me a cane.
The room fell silent once more as I stared at her. My beta and the elders exchanged worried glances. They all feared me, and no one knew what to do or how to speak to me to calm me.
"Alpha Blaise?" the doctor called again.
"I heard you loud and clear, Dr. Santana," I growled, making the middle-aged woman flinch. "I am not using that cane."
"But—"
"Leo, tell the driver to get my car ready. I want to kill that bastard, Markus." I ignored the doctor and her precious cane and stood from the wheelchair, but once I took a step, pain shot through my leg, and it bulked, bringing me face-flat to the ground.
Footsteps rushed up to me, and the elders helped me to my feet. When I stood up, I saw Dr. Robert smiling and handing me the cane. He was my best friend, and a ghost of a smile tugged the corners of my lips.
"I hope you will accept your fate now, Alpha Blaise." He handed me the cane.
I grabbed the cane from him and started to limp away. Leo caught up with me and began to speak about the earlier instruction I had given him.
"My lord, your car is ready, but Markus died in the accident as well, and the water carried away his body." I turned and glared at him, but he lowered his gaze. "But we caught a family of his, who has been serving his punishment for the two years you have not been around. We waited for your recovery to mete out her punishment or execute her for treason."
That information calmed me. Markus died, but his family will pay for his sins. He will learn never to mess with an Alpha in his next life. I will make sure I rip each member of his family apart from limb to limb.
"You captured a family member?"
"Ye...yes, My Lord. She is in the pack prison now and—"
"She?" I demanded and turned to look at the other elders, who were silently trailing behind us. They all looked confused. "Have all the pack warriors suddenly grown so weak that they could not capture a male from that family? Are you all scared of rogues now?"
"Do not be mad, Alpha. She is the only surviving member of that family. Her parents died in an automobile accident when she was a baby, and her grandmother suffered a heart attack after hearing about Markus' death," the brave elder spoke again.
"And she is really a pain in the butt. We would have executed her long ago if we did not want you to do that yourself. The girl is arrogant," Beta Leo added.
"She does not care about anyone and is not remorseful," another said.
I glared at all of them. It was unbelievable. I wanted to kill each and every one of them with my bare hands. I wanted to kill them in front of their family. I wanted them to watch their loved ones die, slow, painful deaths in my hands, and the others watch, knowing they will be next. They took away my family. What will I take away from them? One woman is not enough for me. But how sorry I am for her because she will bear her family's punishment alone. She will bear the consequences of my wrath. I will make sure I make her suffer.
Her brother took away my source of happiness and my young pup. How will I ever recover from that? Who was as pretty as my Luna Aurora, and who was more gracious? Markus has bitten more than he could chew, and I will make sure he has no peace even in the far beyond when he sees all I will do to his sister. I will break her.
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