Chapter 6

Kael

I ignored the way his eyes melt with sadness like he expects me to take pity on him or something. Did he really expect I would stoop so low as to satisfy him when that was the only purpose he had in this pack? To satisfy my needs?

I waited till the door closed before I slammed my fist against the wall, the pain raking my entire fist. I used to take pride in the fact that I could control myself and the feelings that wanted to take control over me, but this time, this felt different. It felt like something was eating me from the inside and begging for release.

And when we kissed, I felt strangely com- fuck, no! There was no way that good for nothing Alpha who caused the death of my sister would stir such feelings within me. This had to be some cruel joke or some twisted plot shit by the goddess. I was very sure that she was cackling at a card well shuffled and played among us.

We needed to get rid of him, I couldn’t afford to keep him around, but that was impossible. Getting rid of him would only lead to my death, a curse that no magic could ever cure. And rejection? I couldn’t afford to be weak when there were rumors of pack wars going around, there were subtle threats lurking and I had to be prepared.

I could just use him to satisfy my sexual urges, like a sex slave. That would be more humiliating to him, it would worsen his punishment, knowing that his entire life had been condemned to bending over for me. The thought of the shame that would mask him fills my entire heart with satisfaction, drawing a soft smirk across my face.

I quickly moved into the shower to get cleaned, feeling like there was no way I was going to meet my father when I smelled like the saliva of his daughter’s murderer. I walked out in no time and made my way down the hall till I stood outside his room, steadying my breaths before knocking gently.

I pushed the door open and the strong scent of herbs hit my nose. There was a nurse in the room, stroking his feet gently with some ointment.

“Alpha,” she bowed as I walked into the room. I stared at the once agile man now confined to the bed by this ailment. His body was frail and pale, like white chalk and wilted flower. His skin sagged like rags hung outside to dry and his eyes were covered in milky film.

“Kael,” he muttered in his croaky voice due to the infection that had spread to his throat.

“You’re not meant to be talking,” I moved toward his bed and held his hand, cradling it gently.

“Whe…” he swallowed slowly, “Avie,” he added.

Aveline, he was looking for Aveline. He had lapses in his memory and he was stuck in some part of his head when she was unmarried and still lived with him. My heart drooped in sadness because of what happened to her. There was no way I was going to break the news to him.

How would I tell him that his only daughter is gone? It would kill him instantly and I wasn’t ready for him to leave me behind, he was the only family I had left.

“She’s fine,” I smiled back and he relaxed into the pillow, staring back at the ceiling like he could see any of it.

“Take good care of him, okay?” I said to the nurse as I patted his hand once more and left the room, the weight of everything seems to fall to me. Taking up the pack and being ruthless while at it in order to get their respect.

I exit the room and walked down the hall, my mind wandering toward Darius. What would he be doing at this point? Would he be asleep?

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those plagues that wanted to consume. I brush by another guard and the question tears through my throat before I can help it, “where is Darius?”

To him, it may not be weird because he is my servant after all and I should know the location of these ones.

“Sir, I remain him entering the servant’s quarters.”

I knew that was where he would be but I didn’t like the fact that he was far away from me. Not because I had any sort of feelings for him, I needed him closer in case I was aggravated and I needed something to release my anger.

But he had to suffer, he needed to know that this was not going to be comfortable. I nodded and eased my way back into my room, scanning the picture frames on the wall when my eyes latched on to my mother.

The bitter screams tore through my consciousness and I could swear it was like the voice was behind me. I shut my eyes, clenching my fist and trying to drown those thoughts that have burned.

Seeing her beg for mercy and all I could was stand behind her and watch because I was too small to understand the phase of life. I could see her stretching her arm, toward me like she wanted me to help. I stretched but they shoved me like I was nothing. They made me watch as they took turns with my mother till they eventually slit her throat.

I should be burning with rage for my father, but for some reason it just felt like it was a waste of time because I would be a waste on children.

I had barely settled on the couch when the rapid knocks against my door. The audacity to do that?

“Who the fuck is it?” I command and the nurse pushes the door, panting and trying to catch her breath. My eyes widen at her antics, her hand over the chest, heaving to regain composure.

“Alpha, it’s…it’s your father,” she says and my heart drops to the pit of my stomach, my head filling with extreme thoughts already.

“Your Father is dead.”