Chapter 117 – Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel

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My body was flattened against the floor from the force of the hits. Then, with the ever growing pain, my body started flailing around uncontrollably. I thrashed about, banging parts of my body here and there on the stone floor without meaning to. I know the pain lasted longer this time. I was not able to move of my own accord for at least twenty minutes, if not more.

“That one was a lot more entertaining.” Edmond sounded like a critic at a movie theater.

“Psycho-psycho-psychopath.” It took me three tries to get the word out with how heavily I was breathing from the pain. The pain didn’t pass either, it lingered and stayed with me even when I was finally able to move.

“Thank you.” He grinned even wider.

“You claim I’m your daughter, you would do this to your own child?”

“You’re hardly my only child, just my only living half wolf child. Like I said the others were killed before they reached adulthood. In truth, you have dozens of siblings, that are alive anyway.”

“How many that aren’t alive?” I was afraid to know the answer but I had to ask.

He grinned before he answered. “I’ve lost count really, two hundred, three hundred. Who really cares. They don’t matter anymore.”

“Two or three hundred?” I felt the shock showing on my face. How could he have killed so many of his own children. “You’ve killed so many of your own family?”

“They weren’t strong enough.” He shrugged his shoulders. I began to tremble, tears streaming down my face. “I hope you’re strong enough Riviana, I really need a wolf offspring to survive.” He said it so matter-of-factly, that it made me feel dirty. “Now, let’s continue.”

He continued to shoot balls of light of varying intensity at me for the next several hours. After the balls of light he shot lightning bolts. Then shards of ice that burrowed their way under my skin. A burning fire that made me feel like I was melting without actually burning my flesh. When none of those had succeeded he was growing angry. He started the routine over, only more intense but with added mental images.

I saw images of half warlock children being tortured. Visions of what the world might look like when he became the ruler, everything was either on fire or falling apart. I saw images of everyone I cared about lying dead on the ground.

Finally, I saw visions of Joaquin. He was leaving me. Telling me he never wanted me. Telling me he was leaving me here. Telling me I didn’t belong with the wolves. Telling me I should die.

My mind reeled against these images. ‘NO, Joaquin is coming for me. I know he is.’ I screamed inside my head.

“Haha. You still think he’s coming? That’s pathetic.” Edmond chastised me.

“Shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I screamed at him. I heard the door open at my outburst. My tormentors from earlier came in, followed by the four wolves who had kidnapped me.

“Need some back up boss?” Caleb asked.

“Like I would ever need back up from the likes of you.” Edmond snapped. “Just stand over there.” He ordered them.

He sent one more giant ball of light at me, with the mental image of him killing Joaquin. I saw Edmond standing over Joaquin’s body holding his severed head, blood dripping everywhere.

“NOOO!” I screamed. I could feel my body beginning to itch and tingle all over as I thrashed about.

“Yes, this is what will happen if he comes here. I promise you that.” He ground out through his clenched teeth as he walked over to me.

Edmond was now close enough to touch me. He knelt next to me and placed both his hands directly on me, one on my right shoulder the other on my stomach. I felt the power moving, flowing from him directly into me. It was ten times stronger this way.

I screamed. I screamed nonstop, pausing only to take a breath. I just continued to scream and scream. The pain felt like it was enough to kill me, but I had to fight to stay awake. If I lost consciousness in front of Edmond, I was certain he would kill me. I continued to scream until I was afraid I was about to lose my voice.

I heard a thundering noise coming down the stairs just before the door flew off its hinges. Everyone in the room looked momentarily stunned. Three big wolves came storming into the cellar.

The wolf in the lead was Joaquin, I recognized his jet black wolf with gray under belly and golden eyes, he was followed by Noah’s chestnut wolf with milk chocolate eyes and Vincent’s sandy colored wolf with light yellow green eyes. I was momentarily relieved, Until the four wolves in the room shifted their wolf forms to attack them and the five warlocks focused their attention on them.

“No!” I screamed as I saw the unfair fight. Joaquin didn’t know the odds he was running into. “Joaquin! Noah! Vincent!” I called their names. I saw Caleb, Jeremy, and Leslie all attack Joaquin at the same time that Grantham shot a gray fireball at him. “Joaquin!” I screamed.

I could hear the sounds of the fighting as if it were happening in slow motion. I could hear the snarling, snapping, and yelping of the wolves. I could hear the yells, screams, and cries of pain from the Warlocks. And in the distance, I could hear the sound of a bell tower ringing. It rang, and rang, rang. I counted nineteen times before it stopped.

The moment the bells stopped it felt like my entire body was on fire. But different from when Edmond had tormented me. It felt like my body was melting from the inside out. I felt my bones snapping in several places. The pain was nearly as bad, if not worse than the last time Edmond had set the fire on me. It felt like my skin had turned to liquid. I screamed again. Long and loud, before I was cut off by my throat melting and moving to a different position.

I sat there on the floor holding my head in pain, wondering what was wrong with me. Was this an after effect of what Edmond had done to me? Was I dying?

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Joaquin

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It had taken longer to find the house than we had expected. The house was just over an hour away from the Alpha House, but unless you could see it from the top, you couldn’t see it at all. It’s possible that they had it hidden by some form of magic that was keeping us away.

We had started our search just after noon, but with the interference, we didn’t find the house until long after dark. Once we gathered everyone back and got the extra helicopters needed to fly everyone in, it was about eleven that night. I was furious at having to wait but this wasn’t my land so I couldn’t rush in blind here.

I hadn’t been expecting the sheer numbers they had when we landed. They had more forces than we had anticipated. We jumped and repelled from the choppers into a shit show of around seventy wolves and at least sixty Warlocks. We still had the advantage with numbers, my group had about a hundred and Bryce had sixty-five. But still, none of us knew how the Warlocks were likely to fight.

I knew where Riviana was, and told the others I was going to head straight to her. Noah and Vincent agreed to come with us right away. Clearly, those at the hidden farmhouse never expected us to find them, or to be able to get in, because they were clearly surprised when we all landed in front of them.

One thing I took notice of before I ran toward the cellar doors, was that many of the wolves in the area were from Stanley’s Black Moon pack, so he had been helping the Warlocks as well. So, when Riviana was safe, Stanley was on my list. But I had more important things to do right now.

I wished I could go straight to the cellar doors. But unfortunately several wolves and warlocks got in my way. Everytime I stopped to fight them I heard my Little Bunny’s agonized screams coming from the cellar. I had tasted the blood of several already as I ripped the heads off Warlocks and the throats out of rogue wolves. I could feel their disgusting blood sliding down my throat.

“What are they doing to her?” Vincent asked in his wolf voice, I could hear the distress in his voice.

“Joaquin? What’s going on down there?” Noah asked, just as concerned as Vincent.

“I don’t know what they’re doing to her, but I know that the leader was going to torture her next.” I explained to them.

“No.” They seemed to exclaim together. “Let’s go.”

Once our path was clear we hurried to the cellar. I didn’t pause to open the doors. Instead I busted through them entirely. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I was much larger in this form than I was in my human form so it was a tight fit in the stairwell but I made it work. I smashed into the door at the bottom of the stairs, sending it flying off its hinges.

There were more in this room than I had planned as well. Caleb, the traitorous, spineless, piece of shit was here, as were Jeremy, Leslie, and Donna the lecherous pigs. And what appeared to be five warlocks.

Little Bunny’s screams cut off when we smashed through the door. The lead Warlock, who had his grimy hands on her, stood up and looked at me. Without saying a word they all focused their attention on us.

Seeing that we were now the focus of the attacks, and outnumbered, Little Bunny was instantly concerned about us.

“No! Joaquin! Noah! Vincent!” She screamed with worry. When she saw that there were several attacks coming my way at once, she screamed my name. “Joaquin!”

I saw the attacks coming though. Caleb, Jeremy, and Leslie tried to gang up on me, but the day those weak ass punk can take me on is the day I give up my pack. I lunged at Leslie, who was closest to me and closed my jaws around his throat. One quick jerk of my head and I saw red spraying across the wall. I knocked Jeremy aside with a paw, and focused my attention on my former beta.

“You know, I never wanted you as my beta.” I told him.

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