His Forbidden Luna 3 The Alpha of death

"Alpha, the pack's in a riot! Cato and Sixtus are manipulating them to revolt against you. They are currently marching here. They've sworn to kill you!"

Lorenzo's eyes darkened but he stayed calm, forcing his angry wolf to stay calm too. He could hear the angry howls and noise of his pack members. They were close.

How ungrateful were they? He had protected them and scared off intending enemies for the past half decade since he took over the role of Alpha from his father. They never lacked anything, not food, not wears, not money, not resources, nothing! But then a few sleazy bags chants rubbish to them and they turn against him and even threaten to kill him!

His wolf stirred uncomfortably, whimpering in pain.

It wasn't hard for him to end them all but they were his pack and he had a tight bond with them and though he hated to admit it, he had a slight fondness for the pack he had grown up in.

His wolf was in pain at the betrayal and unfortunately there was nothing he could do. Sitting up, the cigarette in his hands landed on the ashtray, still burning.

"Let them come." He ordered, turning his dark gaze to Antonio who subtly flinched.

"Let them come." He repeated, "Gather them outside but let no one enter, the punishment is death. I'll speak to them myself. And send someone to the pack hospital to guard Raphaela."

Antonio bowed and immediately rushed out to do as told. Everyone in the pack thought Lorenzo ruthless, the other packs called him the Alpha of death but no one actually knew how dangerous he really was... Especially when he was betrayed.

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"We want him out! We want him to come out! Coward!"

"No alpha Lorenzo! No alpha Lorenzo!"

"I'll rather let my two year old pup lead the pack instead!"

Loud cheers and mocking laughter followed.

"Today marks the end of Alpha Lorenzo!"

"Kill him!"

And chants of 'kill him!' continued.

Two men could be seen far behind, evil smirks on their faces. Cato and Sixtus.

Let's see how Lorenzo gets out of this one, they thought.

The mammoth crowd pushed and pushed but none could get past the armed warriors standing guard outside the pack house.

Some were beginning to get impatient and started transforming, angry howls filling the air.

Antonio paced restlessly inside the huge ancient Villa that was the pack house. His restless pacing came to an abrupt end immediately a familiar scent filtered into his nostrils. He stood guard at the door, stiff with tension.

Alpha Lorenzo soon sauntered into the entry.

The crowd outside went mad immediately, any wolf could vividly recognize the scent of their own alpha.

"Open the doors." Lorenzo ordered.

Antonio obeyed swiftly, pulling the double doors open with immediate ease.

Alpha Lorenzo stepped out, dressed in nothing but black pants and a pair of black calvary boots. His eyes were black with fury and his stance threatening. His presence spelt power and danger, his aura weakened the knees of his opponents and so as soon as Alpha Lorenzo stepped out into the sight of his pack, their roars ceased and their shoulders and knees trembled.

No one could compare to him. No other Alpha inspired so much fear and adoration, respect and awe.

Alpha Lorenzo waited a few minutes, minutes that had everyone holding their breath in fear, but he didn't hear any of the sound of protest that had been disturbing his rest.

He folded his arms, his gaze sweeping across each and every wolf stood against him, registering their faces and names.

"I was called out because my pack members wanted me dead. I'd like to know who those are."

His tone was bone-chilling, sending shivers down the spine of all present.

No one made a sound or even a move.

Lorenzo's gaze moved away from his pack members, and zoomed far into the distance, to the two culprits hidden behind a shrub. Cowards.

"Get them for me." He mind linked Antonio who immediately disappeared.

Seconds later, the two were thrown on their knees down to the dust.

"I've made my reputation" He announced, loud and clear, "and everyone knows me as heartless and unforgiving yet you're foolish enough to revolt against me."

He turned his gaze away from the traitors just as an arrow made its way to him.

"Nooooooo!" A girly scream resounded.

"Protect the alpha!"

A body jumped in front of him in time and the arrow disappeared, the body went down.

"Kayla!" Someone else screamed, rushing to the fallen body.

Lorenzo's eyes narrowed, his eyes focused on the bleeding wolf on the ground. He could have easily dodged the arrow, why did she risk her life for him?

"It's poisoned! The arrow is poisoned! She's dying!" The second she-wolf shouted, causing the shocked guards to spring into action.

Lorenzo already smelt the burning flesh of the she wolf and knew that she wouldn't make it. The concentration of monkshood in the arrow was too high for an alpha to handle, not less a normal she wolf. The culprit had obviously meant to kill him.

"Kayla, stay with me! Kayla, please... Kayla!"

Cato laughed mockingly, "Poor alpha is so helpless."

"We have to get her to the clinic, quick!" Antonio ordered, picking the she wolf up in his arms but he suddenly froze.

Everyone felt it, the heart wrenching pain, the fading away... The she wolf was dead.

Lorenzo's wolf howled within and his heart ached. The loss was like that of a parent losing their child, it was horrible.

Plus the she wolf had also been a warrior and she had risked her life for him without hesitation.

The pain grew into a blood thirst.

In a flash, he disappeared into the crowd and back in seconds, the perpetrator's neck in the claw of his hands.

"You traitor." He spat, his eyes glowing flames of hatred.

"Please spare me, please spare me..." The youthful wolf whimpered, cried and begged, "It was a mistake, it was in a moment of anger... Please spare me."

Lorenzo wasn't listening.

He straightened, holding the wolf up in his claws, blood rolled down his arm.

"You know the punishment for killing a fellow pack member!" He bellowed, "I won't spare anyone that doesn't have a spirit of loyalty!"

In the next second, Lorenzo plunged his hand into the wolf's chest and ripped out his heart.

The crowd gasped, terror filling their hearts but they should have known the consequences of their actions before undertaking it. Two wolves were dead because of them.

The pain wasn't as bad as the first wolf, he had been a traitor after all.

The dead corpse was dumped and the heart beside it.

"Let his body serve as food for the vultures and beasts."

Lorenzo turned his gaze back to the now cowering Cato and Sixtus.

"Lock them up."

"No!" Sixtus sprang up immediately, "I should be Alpha! My father was supposed to be Alpha before your cursed father murdered him. That throne rightfully belongs to me!" He yelled ferociously.

Lorenzo's brows quirked up, "Is that so?"

Sixtus smirked, "I challenge you to a duel. Three days from now. You'll have to battle Cato and I since I alone cannot match your alpha strength..."

The whole pack combined couldn't match his strength.

"... We battle to death. If you win, you keep your little alpha chair, if I win, I take it. Deal?"

Antonio wanted to rip his mouth off. Where did his death warranted bravery come from?

Lorenzo smirked, "Deal. Lock them up."

"You..."

"Or I kill you right now."

The guards dragged them away. Lorenzo felt slightly better, his wolf couldn't wait to rip their hearts out.

"Dismiss them and deal with the dead wolf." He mind linked Antonio.

He turned and disappeared into the pack house just as quickly as he came, leaving behind his mark of terror and awe.