The Dungeon

Momentarily, Queen Isle arrived at the rusty dungeons alongside Shawn, who walked beside her. The hefty guards who caught her cold sight quickly bowed down in reverence.

She's the tyrant queen, no one tempts her to look into her eyes. No one dares retaliate at her, and no one dares step on the path she chooses to walk on.

She's the word, dignity, and prestige itself.

"THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED!" Shawn declared openly, his voice resonating in the dungeon.

Queen Isle scoffed mindlessly, she ambled elegantly as her eyes were being scrutinized by the wounded men, women, and children in the dungeons.

Their bodies were smashed with blood, injuries here and there on every inch of their bodies. And no matter how she hates to admit it; indeed, the werewolf's kingdom had fought a valiant battle against her battalions.

These souls were once Alpha Jeffery's people, but now they are her slaves and they were meant to do as she wishes and pleases.

Nevertheless, Queen shrugged every thought off her head as she got to the last dungeon of the one man she strives to glimpse - King, Alpha Jeffery.

Clangs of keys could be heard as one of the guards zipped to open the door for her, one would think he was disputing with the door.

Queen Isle stood three feet away from the guard who was struggling to undo the door. Excitedly, her face rewrote into a satisfied grin as the door was opened for her to step inside while Shawn stood outside with the guard.

And there crouched Alpha Jeffery, his butt on the filthy floors of the odorous dungeon. His head was bent to his knees as his face was concealed by his disheveled strands of hair.

"Won't you say, hello?" Queen Isle uttered after a few seconds of silence.

A groan, a deep angry groan broke out from the man who crouched in front of her while she stood, in regalia.

"Why are you doing this, Isle. Why? I have done nothing against you and your people, and... I didn't kill your husband," Alpha Jeffery said, a sensation of anger and pain could be felt in his voice.

Queen Isle huffed as she drew her eyes stylishly around the walls of the dungeon and then, she wrinkled her countenance at the unpleasant smell of scenery.

"You lied, Jeffery, you lied. You killed my husband for your selfish reasons, of which you think I wouldn't know, right?" Queen said, arching her brows at him as she bridges her arms across her chest.

To her awe, he laughed scornfully. But then, she could tell it was a grief one.

Slowly, Alpha Jeffrey lifted his head to her with a stiffened smug. His ocean blue eyes glaring at her. Queen Isle could vouch that she saw a flicker of hatred and bitterness flash across his countenance.

"What do you think would happen when the other kingdoms know of this, huh? King Maddox wouldn't have been in support of this, right?" He raised a question, his lips shivering in despair.

"He doesn't have a choice, does he? And don't bother asking about the kingdom of the elves, they all support my decision to ravage you and your kingdom. Well, too bad you hadn't noticed about the shitty letters blathering right under your nose," she said huskily, tilting her head aside as she continuously steepled her fingers.

"And what do you mean by that?!" Jefferey snapped, he popped up to his feet as if his butt were on fire.

However, the strong shackles which were being caged in his arms pulled him down, and he fell like one who is deeply drunken.

Queen Isle snickered in mockery, slowly she squatted at his level so she could behold his face.

Amidst this, Alpha Jeffrey was struggling to recoup his perching posture between painful grunts, and thick groans as he plopped his back on the discolored wall.

"I'm disappointed in you, Jeffery. I'm hugely aggrieved by your actions. Well, I truly don't have much to say to you, but I'm here to tell you one thing, you are my alpha slave from now onward..."

"I'm not your slave! I'm a king, An Alpha king. I won't let you insult my honor and my nobility," Jasper screams raucously at her.

His disastrous howls were strong enough to scare a cat off. However, Queen Isle squatted dauntlessly and valiantly in front of him.

"You have no other choice because of your vulnerability, Jeffery. Don't even bother at retaliating or attempt actions to make use of your Alpha powers...," she said warningly for a while and then, she spoke again.

"I'm certain by now you must have tried to use them even during the war. But to your sole shock, you couldn't even use a glint of your werewolf powers, right?" She asked knowingly, slightly scratching her nose in sneers.

Alpha Jeffery's scowling face instantly suppressed at her words, it only disclosed that she was right about what she had said to him.

Evidently, he had attempted to make the intent of his powers but somehow he couldn't, he felt as if something was obstructing his powers, nor could he make a contact with his wolf too.

He had known something wasn't right about his immune, something was fishy and now this witch has clarified him. But how did she do it?!

Snarling, he glared at Queen Isle with unblinking eye contact. He felt like ripping off her heart for bringing such sufferings and catastrophe upon him for something he executed, unintentionally.

He murdered her husband but it was an oversight.

"Where is my wife? I wish to see her, she's pregnant and she was in pain the last time I saw her," he said, his expression contorting as he spoke.

"And how would I know? You never kept her under my supervision, did you?" Queen Isle asked nonchalantly.

Promptly, she stood on her feet, crossing her hands behind her back in dominance.

"Stop playing games with me, Isle. You..."

A powerful punch cracked across Alpha Jeffery's face, snapping his face to the west before he could complete his words, his lips spurt out metallic blood as he thrusts up his head to Queen Isle.

She had punched him, meanly.

"And shut the fuck up, will you?!" She growls further and then, she leaned down to him.

Wickedly, she snatched a handful of his hair with a vicious look glaring at him.

"You are my slave, my property, my possession. I owe you and no one else. You are to do as I please, you are to warm my bed, treat me like your queen and you must do every fucking thing I order you to do. Read my lips, Jeffrey..." She whispers the last statements, hatefully.

Her hand tightening on his hair, Queen Isle senses a few strands tearing as if wanting to pull off.

Alpha Jasper shot his dark red eyes at hers, throbbing veins could be seen visible around his neck. His fists clenched and his jaws tightened in anger.

"I. Don't. Give. Third. Warning!" Queen Isle emphasized every last fucking word she said.

Thus, she shoved his hair rudely and then, stormed out of the dungeon, she spun as she stood in front of the door of the dungeon.

"Guards!" She bellowed angrily. Instantly, five hefty guards emerged to her sole calls.

"Yes, my queen!" they chorused.

"Loosen my alpha slave and get him prepared for tonight!" She ordered, coldly.

"Yes, my queen!" The guard chorused again.

Quickly, they scrambled into the dungeon and grabbed Alpha Jeffrey. Amidst this, he battles to fight them off intensely.

"Shawn!" Queen Isle called, aloud.

"Yes, my queen!" He replied behind her, his head bowed.

"Take Henrietta, Jeffrey's pregnant wife, and locked her up in the viper's room," she gave an order.

Shawn's eyes dilated in alarm. "V-viper's room?!" He unknowingly trembles and Queen Isle shot him dead daggers.

If looks could kill, Shawn would be long gone six feet beneath the earth.

"I'm s-sorry, my queen!" He hastily apologizes and then, he ran off as if being pursued by something destructive.

Queen Isle grimaced at her alpha slave who was tackling her guards, she let out a scoff as she angrily flounces out of the dungeon towards her royal chambers.