You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 006

Chapter 006

Myra's point of view

I don't know how he was able to tell my past, or read into them because he worded it pretty accurate. Or was it painted on my face? Definitely not, because masking my painful experiences with a stoic expression is my one of my- if not the best quality I possessed.

'He's so protective, I think I'm in love with him already.' Salome purred shamelessly in my head.

He had me speechless, and I gaped in awestruck as stepped away from me, he marched over to Logan; who hadn't for some reason recovered from the King's toss.

He was still sprawled helplessly on the floor when the Alpha King gripped his neck, pulling him up and slamming straight and hard into the wall, so hard I could feel my body tingle with sympathy.

I dread what my mate has in mind to do to him. Although, I wanted everyone in this pack to pay for what they did to me, karma for how they've always treated me, but- but death is not the right thing for them.

Logan had me experiencing hell, I could name him the worst amidst them all. I mean I literally fear an interaction with him, he was that cruel to me. He deserved getting his spine retouched, his bones reshaped, he really deserved it. They all do.

But what they don't deserve, is to die, or to burn like my mate muttered to pass on them.

They might be monsters, but I will never forget or deny that if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be alive today and rather a digested dinner for those hungry rouge wolves.

"I'm going to start with you," my mate growled out, his voice alone commanding fear into the air suffocating the room.

I could smell his fury, his raunchy rage emanated with a strong scent. "You- your pain will be endless." I watched him grab Logan's wrist, and twisted it in a snap.

A deep grunt rumbled through Logan's vocal. His woeful gaze met mine, and- and through those eyes he pleaded for mercy, he pleaded for my mercy.

Seeing his gaze convey such thing sparked something in me, I never thought a day would come when Alpha Logan would look at me for help. I never thought a day would come where he'd pay for everything he's done to me, everything his family made me go through.

I never wronged them, I never killed someone they know or love, I did nothing to them. They traumatized my life just because I exist. And now!

And now I couldn't help the smile parting my lips as I watched him reeled in pure agony. My mate went crud with the gradual pace of his punishment, breaking his left arm, and while it supernaturally patches up he breaks the right one, enforcing an action so sinister to the rest of his body parts with breakable bones.

I stared in delight, his visible anguish painting my clouds with vibrant rays.

'Wait weren't you feeling pity just now?' Salome quizzed, she was awed by my grinding gratification.

'I don't want him or them to die, instead to suffer for everything they did to me. I want them to feel what they've always made me feel, to know the pain of being their prey,' I responded to her, cold and unmoving.

I noticed Logan was not giving in to the affliction, he had his lips sealed and was trying hard not to let his expression reflect his feelings.

'Maybe that's enough, we need to talk to our mate alone,' Salome said in suggestion.

Wasn't she enjoying this? That particular alpha-hole did a lot to us compare to his family, he single-handedly had me on a constant chokehold with his bully. He should suffer more.

'I'm not stopping him, he will be done when he's done. And besides, this is too good of a show to end it. See how hard he's struggling to keep his composure, I wonder how many bones of his needs to jam before he breaks and lose his tough-boy facade.' I just want to see him cry, to see him audibly beg for mercy. He was the reason why I made a vow never to express any emotions ever again.

Be it fear, excitement, anger, any emotions at all.

'We need to talk to our mate, he can continue later on, but for now he should let him go.'

'Fine.' If I don't agree sooner, Salome would just keep bugging me.

I walked up to the both of them, placing a palm on my mate's rigid shoulder to draw his attention. Wow! My gaze bulged at how hard the surface felt against my palm, albeit he's clothed yet I could still feel it.

"That's enough, please let him go," my voice fleshed out softly.

He turned his head to face me, those black eyes of his pulling me into their hollow embrace. I could see him relaxing through our locked gaze, and soon he withdrew his grips on Logan.

He looked down at Logan, and said crudely, "Get out, and prepare your people for their absolute end."

"That won't be necessary either. They're monsters, but it doesn't mean they deserve to die. Just leave them to their deeds," I countered immediately.

"They will not be left alone to live peacefully after what they've done to you, I'm enslaving them all to suffer and feel my wrath." His eyes shunned with rage.

"Okay I think that sounds interesting." I nearly smiled.

'I agree,' Salome concurred in my head.

"But that can wait, we should do some talks first," I added.

Logan took it as his cue to stand up, his stance imbalanced and rigged. His shoulder hanged still in a delicate position, while his other hand massaged his rib cage.

I matched his gaze to see his eyes already on me, I saw nothing in his eyes as he would observe nothing in mine.

But somehow, I could feel what he's feeling, and one might expect it to be pain; I mean he's been having his bones fractured repeatedly, so pain should top whatever he's feeling. However, it was not pain, rather it was regret, regret attached with a deep sense of loss.

As he looked away, and exited the room, something screams inside of me that it wasn't over with him yet like I think it is, that whatever story I have with him is not over.

He might pose as a further villain in my future, but at least the moon goddess pitied me enough to bless me with an overprotective hero.