Filed To Story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“I don’t care who is right or wrong. My coven will continue to live the same way we always have. And I will destroy anyone who tries to stand in my way.”
“You’re insane.” I breathed, unable to comprehend everything that he was saying.
“Maybe I am, but I will not give up my coven or my power, not for anyone. That’s why I needed you.” There was a maniacal fire burning in his eyes now.
“Why? What can I do?” I yelled even though he was right in front of me.
“You will be my tool. I am going to force your magic to manifest, and when it does I will send you back to your precious wolf pack. You’ll be the agent of destruction among the wolves that I have been planning for all these years. You will simultaneously manipulate them to work for me as well as bring about their ultimate downfall. I will rule the shadow world. And when I do, I will reveal my ever growing coven to the humans. When that happens, I will rule over the entire world.” He was nothing more than a megalomaniacal fiend, his plot seemed like something out of a comic book to me.
“Do you seriously think that I will help you? That I will just play along with you little plan.”
“You won’t have a choice. You think I can’t manipulate your mind? I’ll change your memories, make you forget everything that happened here just like I made your mother forget. It will be a compulsion to you. You will do anything I ask you to do.” He reached his hand slowly toward me and pushed my hair out of my face. His hands were as cold as ice when they touched me. I shuddered in disgust when he touched my face.
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Riviana
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“It’s time for us to get to work.” He grinned at me. I heard a door open in the shadows where he had appeared from. Four people walked in, three men and one woman. The men were the same group that had attacked me outside of Riley’s pack house. I had never seen the woman before.
Two of the men came and grabbed me by the arms, yanking me to my feet. The woman went across the room to the chair. She dragged it into the middle of the room which I could now see had a pattern drawn on it in black. I couldn’t see the whole pattern clearly but it seemed to be made up of curving lines that formed a three leaf pattern, running through the pointed tip of each leaf was the line of a circle.
The chair was put right in the middle of the symbol. The two men carried me over to the chair, my feet dangling in the air below me. I would have kicked out at them, doing something in an attempt to get away, but the look on the third man’s face as he held a knife menacingly in his hands stopped me.
The man with the knife was the man that had kicked me in the head before. He used the knife to cut the ropes from my hands. As soon as my hands were free the two men holding me forced me into the chair. I saw an eerie flash of light out of the corner of my eye, it was a strange purplish light so dark I almost wanted to call it black. The next thing I knew there were ropes winding their way around my arms and legs, binding me to the chair.
“What are you planning?” I snapped at them.
“Shall we get started now, Master Edmond?”
“So, that’s your name? Edmond? At least now I know the name of my father that I can hate and resent for the rest of my life.”
“Watch your tongue, mongrel. He is the high warlock of this coven. Master Edmond is the greatest of all time.” The woman glared at me as she spoke.
“I don’t care who Edmond is. To me he is nothing more than a psychotic bastard.”
“I said watch your tongue.” My head snapped to the side as the woman smacked me across the face with tremendous force.
“That’s enough, Reya.” Edmond spoke calmly. “Actually Edmond is my surname, child. The name you should have been given but I was not able to grant to you. Gannon Cornelius Edmond, high warlock of the Sacramentum de Mortis.” Edmond boasted proudly as he leaned over me.
“The Covenant of Death, how charming. I’m sure you have people begging to join you everywhere you go.” I snapped sarcastically.
“So you speak Latin, wonderful.”
“It’s one of the languages I was forced to learn growing up, never thought it’d be coming into use like this though.”
“You’re in need of an attitude adjustment, aren’t you.”
“I don’t think so. No one else has ever had a problem with my attitude. You seem to be the only ones who don’t like it.”
“Hmm, we will just need to take care of it ourselves then. Grantham, Cormac, Beckett, why don’t you do something about this. Reya, you help them out.” He grinned as he went to leave the room. “If you can’t change her attitude or make her magic manifest by tomorrow, well, then it’s my turn.”
I heard the sound of four sinister laughs as Edmond left the room. I slowly turned my head to focus on the four people who remained in the room with me.
“This will be fun.” One of the men said as he punched me in the face. I felt an explosion of pain as blood began to trickle down my face, over my lips, and onto my lap. The man who hit me was about five-foot-ten with short, greasy, light brown hair and pale gray eyes.
“Yeah, we can get some payback from before.” Another of the men said as he aimed a blow right into my stomach. He was maybe an inch taller than the other one, with long, dry, dirty blond hair and muddy brown eyes.
“Let’s not play around, we have other methods.” The last man said as he walked to the outer edge of the room. He came back carrying a large device with a crank handle on the side. This man had the muddy brown eyes of the second one but the light brown hair of the first one, he was similar in height and features to them both as well. It looked like they were all related somehow.
“Oooh, you brought us a toy.” The woman, Reya, laughed excitedly. She looked nothing like the men. She was short, like me, but she had bright, unnaturally red hair and black eyes. Instead of the normal pale complexion that goes with red hair she had an olive complexion. Her overall look was wild and unkempt.
The device the man carried in was attached to my hands, feet, and head with cables.
“Douse her, Beckett.” The man with the light brown hair and muddy brown eyes said. I didn’t see which one but one of the other men must have grabbed a bucket of water from somewhere as the next thing I knew I felt the ice cold water being dumped over my head. I shivered for a moment, letting my body get used to the feeling of the water. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next, and I was not looking forward to it.
“Crank it Cormac.” The same man instructed, by process of elimination this made him Grantham. The man with the dirty blond hair smiled as he put his hand on the device’s crank.
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