Chapter 5

Dante POV

“Let me help you relax, Master,” Isabel said, her hands stretching toward my chest, but before she could touch me, I grabbed her wrist.

“Get on the bed. Face down, ass up,” I commanded.

No hesitation.

She obeyed immediately, climbing onto the bed and following every command I gave.

I stood up from where I sat, my hands pulling down the trousers I wore, just below my knees, not completely off.

Isabel was such a seductress. She knew exactly how to make me want her. Her body was perfectly positioned, enough to tempt any man.

I did not touch her immediately.

I stared at her naked body, not because I admired it so much, but because I was trying to keep my wolf in place. I knew better than to touch Isabel whenever Lucien was active. He hated contact with females. Most women who encountered Lucien’s rage during one of my moments never survived it.

I could not risk losing Isabel. She was one of the best. She knew not to question my authority, knew how to stay quiet, never complained even when things became rough, and most importantly, she tolerated no disrespect from anyone except me.

I chose her because she understood the rules and followed them perfectly. Among all my mistresses, she held first place.

After confirming Lucien was buried deep within my consciousness, I finally gave in to desire,thrusting my veiny long cock into her.

A soft moan left Isabel’s mouth as I moved against her.

I spanked her ass,while thrusting in even faster. Never liked it soft,it has always been rough and Isabel never complained even if it meant she wouldn’t walk for days.

The moment of my desire lasted only minutes before I felt the sudden awakening of my wolf.

Lucien did not just wake up, he felt rage burning inside him, and whatever he felt affected me too. We were two souls trapped inside one body.

His eyes shut blood red, claws already threatening to come out before I could force him back under control.

He forcefully pulled away before slamming Isabel against the wall.

“Haaa!” Isabel’s painful cry echoed across the room. The sound of her body hitting the floor followed next.

“Get out,” I forced myself to say before Lucien finally took control.

Isabel ran out without covering herself, terror written all over her face.

That crushing pain came again, this time stronger than before.

“Someone is in her room,” Lucien growled.

“What?” I screamed within my consciousness.

Everyone knew not to enter that room. The only people allowed near it were the guards assigned to the hallway during the night, and they were fully aware to stay far away from the door.

Who dared enter the room I forbade everyone from entering?

That person would curse the day they were born.

“Haaa!”

The pain struck me again, forcing my knees to crash against the floor.

I remained in that position for about thirty minutes before the pain finally eased a little.

Without wasting another second, I headed toward the forbidden room.

The hallway was completely silent, no sign of anyone.

But as I got closer, her growl thundered through the building,it carried pain,rage and fear all at once,making the hairs on my skin rise all at once.

No storyteller needed to tell me someone was truly inside.

Increasing my pace, I pushed the door open to a horrible scene.

Mallory had already torn through the intruder’s back, her claws still raised as if she wanted to strike again.

“Stop. You are not like them,” I said, my eyes already watery as I stared at her.

Mallory slowly lowered her claws. She looked regretful for what she had done.

Her big hairy wolf body trembled,claws dripping with blood,staining the white tiled floor.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I stared at my sister’s condition. Damn the person that put her in this state.

It broke my heart every single time I saw her that way.

“Mallory,” I called softly, my legs moving slowly toward her.

Her face looked pitiful as she stared back at me, tears already gathering in her wolf eyes.

Before I could take two more steps toward her, she ran.

Not outside, but into the small inner room hidden inside the chamber. She locked the door behind her, a habit she had developed whenever she felt I was getting too close.

“No, no, Mallory. Don’t shut me out,” I cried.

My sister did not open the door no matter how much I begged.

“Please,” I whispered, my hand resting against the door while my forehead leaned against it for support.

A low painful groan cut through my clouded mind.

I turned immediately and that was when I remembered the main reason I had come there.

My tears dried almost instantly, replaced with burning rage.

Without thinking it through, I sped toward the body lying on the floor, grabbed the intruder by the clothes and slammed them against the wall.

“Haaa!” a painful cry followed immediately.

Blood gushed from the injuries on the person’s back.

Slowly, the intruder lifted her head.

It was the same lady that had made my wolf malfunction.

My rage tripled instantly.

Before I could stop myself, my hand wrapped around her neck, choking the breath out of her lungs.

I watched as life slowly drained from her body, but before the last breath left her, I let go.

She had done something unforgivable. Killing her privately would not serve as a lesson to others.

I needed to do it openly.

Some minutes later, I sat on the high throne chair on the field with every member of my island gathered as witnesses.

Aurora was tied to a tree, her head hanging low, her body almost lifeless.

“This is what happens to everyone who disobeys my orders,” I declared coldly. “A lesson to you all.”

Pulling the trigger, I shot at the intruder tied to the tree.

The bullet pierced right through her arm ,tearing her flesh apart ,making blood escape through her vessels.