The Alpha King’s Loathed Mate

Luciano's POV Anger boiled through my veins as I watched the omega wench close her eyes. I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, and the odor of my mother’s blood lingering in the air. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to rip the omega’s head off her body, but I repressed my murderous instincts because I didn't want to further annihilate the palace's tainted purity. A venomous pretender like the omega didn't deserve to die in a luxurious place like my palace. Freya or whatever her wretched name was. "I order you to look at me." I spat, basking in manic satisfaction as she whimpered like a cornered kitten. Immediately, she squeezed her teary eyes and gazed at me. "Why did you kill her? Which rogue wolf sent you? Is it that worthless Abram Norwich of Ice Fire pack? Who exactly is it?" I yelled, disgust building up within me, the more I stared at her expressionless face. "I think you've got the wrong person, Luciano. She doesn't seem like she can

Luciano's POVAs I paced my study with different unhinged thoughts assailing my mind, a knock came on the door yanking me back to reality."Who is it?" I barked."It's Gamma Reginald, Alpha. May I come in?" The voice of my third in command and warrior leader, wafted through the door, causing me to inhale heavily.Picking up my cigar from the ashtray, I bellowed. "You can come in. I presume you're alone.""Yes, Alpha. I came alone." "Very well then." I muttered, lighting up my cigar."Alpha," He said, bowing in front of me. "The preparations for the funeral are underway and the autopsy report have just arrived from the pack's hospital. Would you like to take a look at it now?""That's good. Now we can know whether the omega truly killed her." Killian spoke from within, and I ignored him."Don't bother showing it to me. I already know who killed her and I'm going to make her pay. There's no use leaving her to enjoy an underserved solitude in the dungeon. She deserves to get her punishm

Luciano's POV "Monster." I heard Freya whisper feebly as the bricks piled up around her.A dry smile curved my lips as I moved closer to her."Just a minute." I muttered, tapping one of the guard's shoulder, and they immediately stopped working.Retrieving my lighter from my pocket, I took one step closer to Freya. "Monster, huh? How brazen of you."She remained undaunted as she kept glaring at me like she would chop me into pieces the moment she was set free.I knew she couldn't do more than a dead rat because the glare was a look I recognized and had grown accustomed to.It was a look associated with most captives.I called it "the cowardice glare" because they couldn't even dare touch me even if I decided to let them go.The least thing a criminal could do was to at least have a courageous mindset, but they were all feeble-minded punies.I flicked on my lighter and let it dangerously linger beside Freya's neck, and her glare instantly dissolved into a panicked look, which was exac

Luciano's POV "Please accept my sincere condolences once again, Alpha." One of the pack elders said as the diggers covered mother's mahogany casket with earth."Thanks, Elder." I nodded, subconsciously reaching into my pocket for my lighter before realizing that I had left it at the dungeon.I was gradually getting addicted to smoking which wasn't a good thing in the slightest.I could only imagine the nagging I would have gotten from my mother if she were alive.She had always been against me smoking and drinking excessively.Mother would often tell me that alcohol and cigars could only suppress my worries for a while before I get dragged back to the harsh reality of life.And she was right.I had been smoking since she died ten days ago, yet I couldn't get a single hour of peaceful sleep at night.Everything tormented me–from the disturbing voice of my wolf telling me I was making a bad decision by tormenting Freya down to the gory image of mother lying in a pool of her own blood i

Luciano's POV "Alpha." Reginald greeted as I trekked into my private bar.The private bar was located at a secluded part of the palace beside my bedchambers.Only Darius, Reginald, and my butler were allowed in there."How is the omega? Has she woken up now?" I asked, sitting on a bat stool."Yes, Alpha," Reginald confirmed, going behind the bar counter to retrieve two shot glasses. "What would you like to drink?" He asked me."Plain whiskey, thanks," I muttered, to which he nodded."What did she look like when you went there?" I prodded as he set the shot glass of whiskey in front of me."She looked disheveled but somewhat heathy in a way like someone has been secretly feeding her. I know it can't be the guards because they won't dare go against your orders." Gamma said, taking his seat on the bar stool beside me."Interesting," I downed the whiskey and grimaced."Would you like me to look into the matter?" He asked, and I waved him off."No, it's fine. The person is doing a great j