Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
Riviana
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Suddenly, I was looking into the fire, and it was showing me images like it was some kind of TV screen. The colors were vivid and bright, standing out in bright contrast to the mostly black and white world that I had been in for what felt like days.
The images in the TV style screen that appeared in the fire, were showing be images back when Joaquin and I were first mated. I saw the day that I had taken the children that visited the estate out for a nature hike. That day was rooted in my memory for several reasons.
The main reason was showing up right before my eyes. There was that rogue wolf that had attacked us. Joaquin and the others had been following him onto our lands, unbeknownst to me as I took the kids for that hike.
Right when we were about to sit down for a picnic, around the time of the scavenger hunt, the wolf came running up. He was facing down a little boy who was scared stiff. Dillon couldn’t move at all, so I was racing to push him out of the way. I made it, I saved Dillon, but I went over the edge instead.
“This day had a lot of repercussions.” The other me was starting a commentary now. “All those children were traumatized over this event. They have to live with the fact that they all could have died. Especially little Dillon. However, that wasn’t the only repercussion.”
“What else was there?” I was confused, aside from my injuries and the children, what negatives came out of that day?
“That man was captured by your eldest cousin, the man you now call a brother. He was taken to the prison cells that were under your estate at the time. While the man was there, he was tortured and eventually executed.”
I gasped and jumped at the words that she had said. I had not known what had happened to that man, I had never thought to ask. I didn’t think that Joaquin had killed him though, but I couldn’t blame him at all. That was the way that wolf politics works.
“Your actions, your choices, led to this man being killed.” The other me was still talking as the picture shifted. I was looking at Joaquin standing over the man in the dungeon of the old house.
“Do you want to explain yourself now, or do I need to get creative?” Joaquin asked the man who had pushed me over the edge of the cliff. The prisoner glared at him in response before answering him.
“You won’t frighten me. You will never learn anything from me about our mission.”
“Creative it is.” Joaquin grinned at him. “I’m going to show you what happens to anyone who hurts my mate.”
That was when Joaquin started to cause the prisoner a lot of pain. He broke the man’s thigh bone, he beat him, he was being quite savage, all for me. The images were moving in a sped up, fast forward type of speed, but I could still sense what was going on. After what seemed like an hour, if not more, the images slowed and played at a regular speed once more.
“Who are you working for? Why are all of you working together?” Joaquin growled the question at the man who had seen better days.
“Go to hell, you pathetic low life.” The rogue was crying in front of Joaquin but he was not begging for his life.
“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me.” Joaquin’s voice was filled with anger and hatred
“I’m not saying a word.”
The process started again, and it was a little hard to watch at this point. However, when Joaquin left the man in the dungeon, he was still alive.
“Joaquin didn’t execute him.” I told the other me, angered by the lie she told me.
“No, Joaquin didn’t. Someone else did.”
Now, the images in the fire changed again. The rogue was bound with strong chains that even shifters couldn’t break. He was laying in a heap on the floor and still suffering the effects of his torture.
At that moment, there was a sudden swirl of purple fog. The fog grew thicker and thicker and eventually it filled the entire room. The man, who had been sleeping not so soundly, jerked awake when a voice filled the cell.
“You weak, pitiful fool.”
The rogue wolf leapt to his feet as best as he could with the chains still on his wrists and ankles.
“S..S..Sir Edmond, have you come to help me?” There was both relief and fear on the man’s face as he looked all around him, trying to see the man who was speaking.
“I would not dare to sully myself by helping you. You have proven yourself incompetent and incapable. You are lucky that I was able to get my fog into the lands this far. That girl seems to be more protected than I ever thought she would be.” My father’s cold voice made me shiver when I heard him speaking to his subordinate.
“I..i..if you’re n..not here to save me, My Lord, th..then wh..why are? you h..here?” I could tell by the look in the man’s eyes that he already knew why my father was there.
“As if you don’t know, Nigel. As if you cannot tell why I have sent my essence here to you.”
“B..b..but S..S..Sir, I have s..s.se..served you loyally and h..h..honestly. I didn’t give up any information. The Alpha here got nothing from me. I wouldn’t betray you, S..Sir, I s..s..swear. Pl..pl..please, Sir. Please s..sp..spare me. Spare my l..l..life.”
“You know that I cannot do that, Nigel. You know that my mission is too important. You need to be eliminated.”
“No. Please no. Don’t do this, Sir. P..pl..please. No. No. NO! NO! NO!”
While the man frantically tried to get away from the purple mist that was my father, he screamed his denial for what was happening to him. It didn’t help at all. He couldn’t move away, and he couldn’t stop what was coming.
The purple mist, that was my father’s essence, started to shoot through the man’s mouth and nose. I could tell that the man was choking and suffocating. He fell to his knees, spluttering and reaching for his throat as he tried to draw a breath. There was no room for air though, since the man’s whole body was now filled with the putrid purple fog.
I watched on as the man slowly died. Suffocating and fighting for his life against a man that was not physically there. Before long, though, his eyes rolled back into his head and blood trickled from his ears, his nose, and the corner of his mouth.
Now that it was clear that the man was dead, the fog left his body and the man slumped to the floor, lifeless.
“At least that is one less mangy wolf in the world.” My father’s evil voice filled the room one last time before the purple fog swirled and started to disappear.
