Chapter 6

The nerve she has to ask.

He looked at her warily. The smell of blood found its way to his finely structured nostrils and tingled its way in.

His head snapped straight inside their house. What baffled him the most was the vanilla scent mixed with the metallic stench of blood. His beast wanted to clamor its way out.

"I would like to come in," he asserted; it wasn’t a request.

He went inside without waiting for her reply. His large footsteps echoed in the living room and followed the strong smell of blood.

On his way, his hands were fisting with rage. He could crush a skull in seconds.

He stopped in his tracks when a pretty girl conspicuously displayed her appealing curves in a pink silk nightgown in the hallway.

She was shocked to see such beauty.

She knew yet was fearless to coquet at his dominating state and had the guts to block his path on the way to the basement.

"Alpha," her bodacious voice, was heard.

Unfortunately, it was not the right time to indulge in such coquetry.

"Move," growling in between. His electric blue eyes were glowing with fury.

The seductress couldn't comply and only quivered upon hearing his gruff, commanding voice.

His tone made her motionless. Much to her dismay, she has the wrong timing.

A snarl escaped his lips, and he was growing impatient.

"Who do you think you are?!" He and his beast lashed out.

In the blink of an eye, the seductress was thrown off the other side of the wall, shattering the wall and her bones in the process.

Without pity, he stormed his way to the basement door.

I don’t like repeating myself! Slut. He hollered internally. Quite brute, he is.

Seconds later, he heard a woman’s loud shriek, and it peeved him. He was starting to ooze dominance around the house, making the pesky woman stop her cries.

He quickly opened the door, and the foul stench of metallic blood hit his flaring nostrils like a brick.

The sight was ghastly to behold.

A slender girl was hanged with her hands tied up to the ceiling. Judging from the rope she was lassoed in, it was made of silver, and it chafed and burned her wrist.

Silver was one of their weaknesses, and it made him furious to see how inhumanely they used it against one of their own unjustifiably.

Her head hung low, her face covered by her wet, long, midnight black hair. The dirty white tank top was now painted red.

He can't imagine how appalling her back would look. Luckily, her knee-length pants were still intact.

"Your majesty! What brings yo-you here?" Her tormentor stuttered in fear.

He was holding a silver whip and was hiding cowardly behind her hanged asthenic form. He was quivering.

Questioning his presence infuriated him more.

Moreover, the macabre he discovered under the retched place made him vibrate in fury. His fist clenched hard, which made his knuckles turn white.

He had never felt this kind of anguish before. It was overwhelming. This frazzled him.

He ignored the man and walked towards her. Each step he took made the trembling man hastily step backward until his back hit the wall.

His beast was screaming in his head. How he wanted the man brutally harmed.

But Devan was able to reign it in. Without a second thought, he gently cupped her small chin and raised her bruised face to his. Sparks flew when their skins collided.

"Mate," he uttered lowly. In a blink of an eye, his beast took over.

WARNING! VIOLENT CONTENT AHEAD.

Zainne woke up in the middle of the beast's wrath. Her ears were ringing, and she still couldn't focus her vision. She was now lying sideways with her hands still chained.

She doesn't know how long she passed out, but she was a bit relieved to be out of the lashings.

The cold, hard floor didn't help elevate the pain she was feeling in her back. It made her shiver and vomit her acid out.

Furthermore, the stench around her fueled her to vomit more.

She was so cold. Her fingers felt numb. And currently thinking that she might not survive.

Her sister was right; she was so pathetic. She already has the strength to fight back, now that she has a wolf. Why would she let them do this to her?

Unfortunately, she couldn't at the moment because the bread she ate earlier had poison in it.

It was tasteless, and she could not have smelled it. Neither could her wolf detect the deadly substance.

Isabelle does want her dead. However, her wolf took all the strength she had to face the poison. Rendering Zainne's wolf in a coma.

Zainne whimpered when she couldn't reach her wolf.

When she pried her eyes open midway, she saw how Sam was repeatedly slammed left and right like a rag doll with one hand by the unknown beast in front of her.

She could feel the ground shaking with every impact.

She whimpered again, thinking that this might be her end, seeing how savage the beast was with its prey. She has no escape.

Zainne could not stop staring at them, seeing that he was not satisfied with his torture.

He growled next to his ear. An atrocious thought came to the beast's mind.

"Please-spare-aaaaggghhhhhh!!!!!"

Sharp claws slowly sliced their way vertically into the man’s tender and bruised arm. He started peeling his skin like a banana.

The man gargled on his blood later on. He could not fight back; the beast's dominance was making him submit and immobile.

"No!!!Aaaghhhhh!!!!"

His agonizing scream was non-stop, and he was no match for him, neither in size nor strength. They all look puny under him.

Sam's wife could do nothing but sulk with her unconscious daughter and bubbler from the pain. Everything her husband feels, she would feel. It was pure torture.

Zainne continued to cringe at the gory sight before her. The beast wasn't satisfied until he sliced his muscles.

It was so sadistic. She could feel it grinning triumphantly.

Slowly, its angry growls lulled her. It didn't take long for her eyelids to close.

Weakling, don't die yet. The beast thought. 

When the beast was done with his work, he glided his way toward her and crouched, breathing heavily. His snout went to her neck and sniffed her hungrily, she grimaced at their contact, making him whine.

He slowly lifted her body with one hand, making sure to avoid her back wounds.

"Ughh…" she grunted. Half of her eyes were now open.

He used his sharp claws to gently move the strands of her hair away from her exotic features.

He was enamored, even with her bruises. Thus, his heart skipped a beat.

Time seemed to stop when their eyes met.

"Mate," she weakly said, quite shocked, before falling into a deep slumber.

When he saw his mate fall unconscious, he shifted into his human form. He was now kneeling on one knee, naked, and looking at her with such an unreadable gaze.