Chapter 7:
My canines ground together in anger as my eyes narrowed, locking onto the half-dead man pleading for his life before me like a coward. I hated cowards.
Pleading only stoked the burning inferno inside me.
“Be a fucking man, not a pussy!” I snapped, ignoring his screams as my elongated claws sank deep into his flesh, slashing across his ugly face.
“You weren’t pleading when you joined the conspiracy,” I spat, irritated by his pitiful state.
Fucking hypocrite.
“Please, my king,” he coughed weakly. I could feel his pulse growing fainter with every passing second. From the way his blood oozed, I knew he wouldn’t last long.
“It was the devil,” he whimpered, his trembling fingers grabbing the edge of my shirt in desperation.
Blinding rage washed over me as my eyes turned red. How dare he touch my clothes with his filthy hands?! He was lucky he hadn’t touched me directly.
“It would be a pleasure to send you back to him,” I said coldly, ripping his heart out of his chest and watching his lifeless body slump to the ground like a pack of cards.
“What have you done? You monster!” a voice yelled from behind me.
Monster? I had been called many things, but never a monster.
A thrill of excitement surged through my bones at the way the word sounded on his lips.
Monster. Hmm. I liked that.
A dark smile tugged at my lips as I turned to face him. “I forgot you were here for a moment,” I said, walking toward my second prisoner. I recognized him instantly despite his battered face. He was a member of my council.
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The thumping of my heavy boots against the hard floor and his erratic breathing were the only sounds filling the dungeon.
Unlike the first one, this man wasn’t a coward. He was a man. But beneath his brave face, I could sense the fear—a frightened cat pretending to be a lion. The smell of his fear only excited me.
I couldn’t wait to feed on his fear and end him.
I hated long talks.
“We know who our king is. You won’t occupy that position for long. Your end is near, you demon!” he growled, pinning his gaze on me.
Demon? I liked that too.
I commended his boldness, but his arrogance started to irritate me.
“And who will the unfortunate successor be?” I asked calmly, leaning in closer to him.
He grinned, flashing his bloody teeth and torn lips. “It would be a surprise.” His bloodshot eyes were still fixed on mine.
Was he challenging me?
“You think we like you and want you to rule over us as the Alpha King?” he began.
It was no secret that almost all my council members hated me, that they didn’t like my judgment. They hated that I had survived this long on the throne as the Alpha King, but I didn’t let it bother me. Leading my people was my priority, no matter how cruel I was.
It was high time I sanitized my council members.
