To Love A Blind Beast

chapter 24.

"Talk you filthy rogue!"
Punch
"Go fuck yourself!"
Another Punch

"Anthony, let's just wait for the alpha to come. He is way better at this than any of us."

Liam tried to reason with the head of warriors. This particular rogue had been caught scouting the pack boundaries, he was accompanied by four others but all are dead, either killed by the traps at the boundary or by the patrols . This one got lucky, but come to think of it not so much. He was acting all tuff right now, not answering a few questions , when the alpha is through with him he will be begging to answer those questions.

"There he is,"
"Alpha, "
They both bowed their heads in respect and submission as the alpha made his way into the dungeons, this particular part was away from the rest of the common cells preserved for torturing.
His aura always oozed dominance and danger, his walk purposeful a dark shadow set on his handsome features, he was a blood born beast.
As soon as he set his foot on that cell his eyes shifted to a dangerous blood red that brought shills to the bravest soul. His beast out to play .

Times like this made Liam really wonder how that little cute bubbly woman that's his Luna fully accepted  a violence thirsty beast for mate. Not that his hating on his alpha or anything, but he grew up with the guy, and well Killian wasn't the easiest to warm up to especially on a personal level. He is the alpha's bestfriend after all, he would know .
But never judge a book by its cover, she maybe 'freakyer' than she looks.

The alpha didn't show any acknowledgment to them his attention set on the rogue who dare threaten his pack. Lethal claws extended on his right hand delivering a deep slash on the rogues chest. Screams of agony filled the room a strong nauseating smell of blood filling the air, they do say wherever the alpha Killian goes the scent of blood follows.
The rogue was still whimpering when one sharp claw made its way into one of the deep angry raw flesh, curling and slowly sliding down slicing the flesh wound.
More screams and wails of anguish echoed throughout the dungeon, the  rogue was tied to a chair, hands at the back, legs tied apart, it couldn't move, you could see the desperation in its whole body as it tried to get away from the beast before him, raw fear permanently scared in his eyes.
He was trying to talk but the alpha wasn't giving him a chance.
The rogue had heard rumors about the beast but never had the pleasure of encountering with him, now, now he could live to tell the tale or not, a rogue could only hope, right?

Liam was no longer looking at the horrifying site, he could feel his lunch slow raising up his oesophagus, and that's the last thing he needed at such a time.
This is what his alpha always did, selling raw fear to them before the questioning by giving them a taste of what awaits them. It always works. But that didn't mean one could get used to it, no matter how many rogues the alpha tortures.

The alpha wore a bored look, his lip curled down in displeasure as if this was a waste of his time, like he had more important things to attend to rather than a worthless rogue. And maybe he did, but Liam knew the look was because the alpha had to apart with his mate, again , it was ironic how quickly one can switch personalities, how different situations brought out different characters in a person, and the alpha was no different.

The rogue was now convulsing as the alpha sliced the last claw wound. It was almost on the verge of death, it could be if it didn't have its werewolf healing, but that was still not enough to lessen its pain.

"Talk. "
It was authoritative, full of dominance, leaving no room for defiance.
And like a parrot, the rogue wouldn't shut up as it spilled everything it knew.

"Now please...please let m...me go please...i...I told you everything I know...plea...."

The sound of claw slashing though flesh silenced him followed by choking sounds of someone dying as the now stale smell of blood is coated with a flesh smell overwhelming the whole room.
Flesh bloody throat of the rogue flew across the cell landing in a sickening squish on the dirty blood stained walls.

The alpha slowly retreated his claws as blood dripped from them, some had gotten to his bare chest, he hadn't bothered wearing a shirt after shifting back when he got to the dungeons,  but he didn't seem bothered by it, as if he was used to been drenched in blood.

"Hate when they beg."
And he was off.
Probably to his mate after mercilessly butchering the rogue.

Liam and Anthony watched his retreating back in silence as they usually do after the alpha tortures some bastard. They knew it always had to happen but that didn't save them from the trauma, you get used to it though.
They were about to dispose the body, when the alpha halted , he had almost made it to the door.

The alpha was frozen in place. The two didn't know what was going on since he had blocked the view of the outside. But beneath the stench of blood a sweet scent reached their noses and they also froze.

A gasp echoed across the now pin drop silent room.
Everyone was waiting, waiting for one of them to make a move.

The alpha had felt her before he even smelt her, courtesy of the dead rogue. Now that he could smell her, he could tell she had been there long enough. Long enough to see the beast he truly is. Long enough to see the side of him, he had desperately tried to hide from her.

Killian felt as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him, he couldn't breathe in fear she might run.

Ragged breathes and a heart beating dangerously fast filled his ears, she was in shock and in distress. He cautiously took a step forward in a desperate move to comfort his mate, forgetting he is in fact the cause of her state.

A wave of fear hit him square in the face almost bringing him down to his knees as a sharp pain shot through his chest squeezing his heart tightly. A hand unconsciously held his chest as he seized his movement.

"Liah, " his voice sounded as broken as he felt.

She was afraid of him.

It was also laced with a pleading plea, a plea he could only hope she could heed to, cause he knew she understood, she always did.

At that particular moment Killian was grateful for being blind, for the first time since he found her, he was grateful he couldn't see her, her facial expression as she stared at him, the real him, a monster, a violence hungry beast covered in flesh blood of his latest victim.
That picture could have been imprinted in him haunting him to eternity, just like how the feel of her fear towards him will.

Just like in the movies, the moment seemed to be in slow motion as those soft feet of hers turned away from him and ran.

She ran away from him.

Taking whatever that was left holding him up with her, taking the little life she had instilled in him breaking the heart she had helped him discover leaving him in the dark after tempting him with her light.

The emotional wreckage that was his body couldn't hold him up anymore as he fell to his knees hand still crutched to his chest, his eyes dimmed like a broken bulb his wolf whimpered while it shamefully retreated to furthest part of their mind to an extent Killian couldn't feel him anymore, his wolf felt as broken as he did.

Their mate was afraid of them.

Their mate ran away from them.

Killian stayed on his knees, silent, as he listened to his mate's feet slowly fade away.

Was this how it felt to be rejected!?