The Executioner

Alpha King Lucas

“ You do know what to do, right?” Alpha Riley mumbles as he straightens his suit, fixing his cufflinks and putting a pistol inside of it. He then looks at us with his usual playful grin. His eyes are flickering with a naughty expression as he slides his tongue along his bottom lip. This man always has a grin for everyone, a playful aura that is often misunderstood because inside, he’s nothing but a dark alpha. He always deceives everyone from his character. But I am an exception.

I snorted and pick up my own pistol, letting my fingers brush across the little marking that I have made at the handle of the metal piece. A smirk appeared on my lips as I remember how fascinating the words were before I lifted the pistol and aimed it at Alpha Riley.

He looks bewildered. “You don’t need to tell us what to do,” I said whilst pointing the pistol in his head. Our gaze met and I can see him rolling his eyes.

“I’m not telling you what to do. Geez. Why are you always like this? Loosen up, man,” he ignored the pistol and proceeded to fix his suit.

A sigh echoes to the room making me appreciate the other person with us. His dark emerald eyes landed on mine.

“Are we not going yet? I want some action,” he muttered before lazily rising to his feet. Our body is the same built. I was at advantage with my height but that doesn’t mean that both of them are lacking.

Alpha Riley and Alpha Zacharious. Together with I, we made the Tri-Alpha, three sets of Alpha who rules the world of wolves and rogues. We do not have our own pack because every pack answers to us. Once their Alpha swore their oath of obedience to us, their pack is our pack.

We’ve been in the highest position of the food chain of wolves. Alpha and Rogues bow to our throne, recognizing what we can do and what we cannot do for their pack. There are only three of us, and I am the center of everything. The executioner who plans and executes every plan that we have for wolves.

We do not come to them. They come to us. All of them, except one Alpha who refused to bow down to our throne.

Alpha Zach is leaning into the wall as he stares at us with boredom. His blade rolling between his fingers like most of the time. If I am the executioner, he was the fixer. He loves disposing of the body and ending our mission on a clean slate. Alpha Riley, on the other hand, is the emissary, the agent who digs information on who should we kill.

“ What’s the plan?” he asked and looked at me with his usual bored eyes. Alpha Riley is finished with fixing his suit as I am finished hiding my pistol into the insides of my coat.

I look at the pictures and documents in front of me, picking the annoying picture of Vladimir. Alpha Vladimir, but I refuse to call him one because he is nothing but a shit.

“ Kill everyone in the party except him,” I muttered as I imagined his face when he realize that he brought blood and death to his own influence.

Alpha Riley snorted. “ We should kill him too. That is the real fun,” he murmurs as he fixes his hair and looks at Alpha Zach who just shrugged his shoulder and left the room.

I stare at Alpha Riley. “Killing him is like asking for trouble. Not yet,” I said before patting his back and walking out of the door.

Today, we have our full mission. To inflict pain on our stupid friend, stupid enough about thinking that he can destroy us. Which will never happen because Tri-Alpha is indestructible. No one can go against us, no one will.

Alpha Vladimir throws his own grandeur party, shamelessly inviting the tri-Alpha to shove his success in our face. He’s damn right about inviting us because knowing that he successfully made a deal to those alphas that we’ve been trying to keep for long is a damn insult in our throne.

However, inviting us is also wrong. Because he gave us the opportunity to show why we are the highest of this food chain that he’s trying to climb. Wolves and Rogues are ours, ours to lead and to reign. Vladimir is just a fool thinking that he can do us dirty.

The place looks exquisite, with a nude streak of lights dangling into the ceiling and the charcoal black satin which clothed the whole place. Alpha Vladimir is really getting into my nerves. He fucking knows that this kind of grand party can only be thrown by us.

My mind screams more danger as I saw the number of wolves inside of this shithole. It’s a good thing that it’s a masquerade party, they wouldn’t know who would kill them later. Alpha Riley nodded to me as he approached the bar area, already flirting at the female bartender. I gave a glare to Alpha Zach because like any other mission, he found himself entangled into the oblivious world of his own.

Likely, I’ve come across the center table as I fixed my mask for tonight. It’s embedded with black satin partnered with a crimson display, portraying what is going to happen today. Darkness as crimson blood will drop into the ground.

I made a rather imposing image as three women approached me. One took the opportunity to slide her dirty hands into my shoulder. My gaze caught Alpha Riley as he is leaning back into his stool with a wine in his one hand and grinning into my circumstance. It was my time to grin when I pulled the woman close to mine, enough for my lips to touch her ear.

“ Fuck off,” I whispered as I felt how she almost stumble into the ground. She looks horrified as she pulls the other woman away from me. I watched how they scram and I smirked thinking about the smell of their fear.

Alpha Riley shook his head but I don’t care. The music started to fill the place, our cue for the mission to begin. Traitors plug the center stage as they dance into the rhythm without knowing that this might be their last dance.

I grabbed a wine from a waitress, a slave, an omega and she was shocked when I touch her arm. She looks bewildered as I help her empty her hands and put them above my shoulder, encouraging for her to dance in the center of the party.

Gasps can be heard from the audience as I brought the slave into the dance floor, silently enjoying the attention that we’re getting. She’s shocked, especially when she saw my suit. Only Alpha can wear a significant suit to this party, that’s why they are gasping.

“ W-Why…” she trembles as she spoke those words. As innocent I can be, I let my fingers touch the sides of her lips, watching how her eyes follow my movement.

She gulped. “You’re so beautiful,” I muttered, pulling her closer to my body. Everyone is busy watching us right now. It was socially disgraced for an alpha to be entangled by an omega.

Her breathing was heavy. I can feel how her chest pound. “I need you,” I muttered as I slides my lips into her neck making the crowd gasps.

I need you…to get their attention as Alpha Riley and Alpha Zach start to kill everyone in this party…in the most silent means.