Unleashed

Chapter Sixteen: Plan

Connor

I had to admit that I was slightly nervous to execute my plan. I could easily get killed during my attempt if the others were to refuse my alpha role. Feeling endangered, they might finish me. And then there were the guards, too.

But I had to, because what kind of life did I lead now? What kind of life did the other Lycans have?

The moon was strong today without a cloud in the sky. Today was the day.

"Tomorrow is an important match, you filthy dog," Caspian said after he'd locked me inside my territory. "So you better make the Master proud."

Things were going exactly as planned. He stood in front of my cell, close enough for me to grab him through the metal bars, oblivious to what was about to happen, and there weren't any other guards around to see us. Often, only one man stood guard because they were stupid enough to put all their trust into a drug to control us. They thought they owned me with the content of this vial? They could think again.

Not anymore.

Like every night, Caspian reached into his pocket and took out a little vial. He didn't do it to give it to me, but to pester me, like the sadistic man he was.

"You want this, hm?" He asked, waving the bottle through the air, waiting for me to beg him for it, just like I had begged every night. He didn't know it yet, but this night was going to be very different. I wouldn't beg, but he will.

"You can keep that shit to yourself," I replied, keeping my voice low.

Pride always comes before a fall. A thing that the humans hadn't learned yet.

"Huh? What the fuck do you think—"

I reached through the bars and wrapped one of my hands around his neck, squeezing my fingers into his flesh. After all the fantasies I've ever had about ending this man's life, I decided I would act out the one where I killed him as a man, not as a wolf.

In this form, I wasn't as powerful as I was in my wolf shape, but I was still a lot stronger than this pathetic piece of unworthy shit.

The feeling of my hand closing off his air pipe while weak, sickly gurgling sounds left his mouth was amazing. His frightened eyes turned bulgy, almost popping out of his skull, while fresh burst red veins appeared with each second.

I released him a bit, just to hear him beg for his life, before I grasped tightly once more, squeezing the life out of him, his eyes looking at me in utter fear.

His face turned red, then purple, and blue, and after a few minutes of sweet torture, I held a bag of lifeless crap in my hand.

Pathetic.

I reached for the keys hanging on his belt and after I snatched them; I threw the demon away and opened the lock.

I'm sure the Lycans that heard all of this didn't know what the fuck was going on, except Rhett, who was already waiting for me at his door. He was the only one whom I had told about this plan.

"I'm scared," he whispered as I searched for the right key to open his lock. "I want that stuff so badly, Connor." He took a big breath and started trembling, taking a few steps back, walking away from me. "I-I need it."

Holy crap. If he was already going to make problems, then my fears of dominating the others just got fucking real.

I stepped inside after unlocking his door and demanded him to give me his bottle of stimulants.

"I... no—"

"Give it to me, Rhett. Now," I asked again, this time more commanding.

Shaking hands dug into his pocket as he reached for the vial.