Chapter 5: Angel's Sleep

LUCIAN

“Where are the bastards?” I asked Silas when I went downstairs. Even without mentioning the names, Silas immediately knew who I was talking about. It was Frederick’s three sons.

“I got them transferred to the second cell, Alpha. Luke and Markus are taking good care of them.”

I went straight to the base’s dungeon. All of the cells were filled with Frederick’s people, the men who enslaved his father’s people like rats. Some females, like the maids, are not imprisoned and stayed as servants.

With my anger, I could just burn everyone who was under Benedict’s rule. But I tried to be reasonable as much as I could because after all, there are innocent people who were not connected to Frederick’s schemes.

I also acknowledged that Elisa is just a victim of this, but every time I look at her, I remember my family who died at the hands of her father and I can’t help my anger. At least I showed her some mercy for the foolish move she had done for me in the past.

Stepping inside the cell where Frederick’s sons are tortured, I felt not an ounce of sympathy for them when I saw my two betas, Luke and Markus, torturing them with a branding iron and a whip. I felt nothing but the feral desire for their blood. Their faces which resembled their father’s are enough to make me go livid.

“You asshole! Once I escape here I will kill you with my own hands!” Jonas said, the eldest of the three.

All of them are filled with wounds and keep on bleeding but as they are strong male werewolves and came from a powerful bloodline, it only takes hours for them to heal, which means unending torture for them. Unless I’d decide to end their lives, they will continue to suffer until they would beg to be killed.

“Bastard! You think you can escape?” Luke pushed the blazing iron into Jonas’ chest which earned an animalistic groan from Jonas. “You can only dream! You should not forget how your father killed our families and how you enslaved our people! After all of that, you think we will spare you some mercy?” Luke shook his head. “Go fuck yourself.”

Cane, Frederick’s second son, laughed evilly.

“Dear Luke, I remember you were just seven when it all happened. Do you still remember your beautiful mother? Ah, that woman… she’s so beautiful. Do you know what exactly happened to her before you found her dead that night? I saw it with my own two eyes how my father’s men ripped her clothes and ravaged her until she took her last breath. I’m still fourteen at that time but the sight of your mother’s naked body-“

Before Cane could continue, Luke’s trembling fist landed on the bastard’s face. He kept on punching Cane until I told Markus to pull him away.

“Calm your ass, Luke. Killing him right now is such an easy way for him. How about we torture them until they ask for their death? It sounds more interesting,” I said and grabbed the branding iron from Markus and shoved it to Simon’s face, the youngest among Frederick’s three sons.

“Among Frederick’s sons, you look very much like your father, Simon. You are just two years older than me when your father killed my family, and you know, I thought we were good friends. But you joined in the killing and torturing of my father’s people. You told me you like my older sister but you just watched her die in your father’s hands. What a big hypocrite you are,” I said like every word I was spitting out was a curse.

Simon shrieked in pain but when I pulled away the blazing iron from his face, he gave me a crooked smile despite the blood that was trickling down his cheek.

“It was what my father wanted. As his son I need to obey him, it is what we call filial piety, my old friend. Besides, your bitch of a sister keeps on ignoring me-“

“You don’t call my sister like that!” I growled and shoved the hot iron to Simon’s face longer. “You’re nothing but a worthless piece of shit! If I only have known, I wouldn’t even let my sister talk to you back then!”

I was too angry that I didn’t leave the cell until I grew tired of the three brothers’ growls and shrieks. The pain in their expression fed my vengeful soul and I just couldn’t get enough of it. Simon mentioning my beloved sister pushed me to the edge.

Michelle, my older sister who was always sweet and kind… she didn’t deserve such a miserable death. And my mother. I was there listening to her sobs and pleas and I kept on cursing myself because I could do nothing. I was a mere child who was powerless. That night always kept coming back to me every now and then, haunting me on most nights.

I pushed my room’s door open and I was about to tell Elisa to get me wine when I found my little slave at a far corner.

She’s sitting on the floor with her back to the wall and hugging her knees. Her head is above her knees while her eyes are closed.

Her shoulders are relaxed and her breathing is calm which let me know she’s sleeping.

I walked towards her with my quiet steps and stopped until I was a foot away.

I clenched my jaw and was about to yell at her to wake her up, but when I parted my lips, a word didn’t leave my mouth.

She looks like an sleeping angel and it feels like a sin to ruin an angel’s sleep.