Rogue Alpha Queen

Chapter Sixty-Three -Third Person-

19 years ago

Softly humming to herself as she plucked the weeds from her garden, there was a small smile on Creusa Azrael's face. Humming a little louder, the humming suddenly stopped and was replayed by a pain filled groan.

Pausing just as she was going to pull out another weed, Azrael pulled back and rubbed her chest. Breathing heavily as she felt a heavy deal of torment from the injuries she sustained from a battle between a legendary bear and herself for her Rite of Passage on becoming an adult. She, obviously, had won but gained a giant wound on her chest that would most certainly scar.

After a long moment, the pain calmed a little. Making Azrael sigh. Lifting her head back up and went back to pull out the weeds only to stop, heating a loud noise coming inside the castle.

Turning her head, the Creusa looked slightly confused on what was going on. Standing up and wiping her hands on her pants, Azrael started to head back inside.

Closing the door to the garden behind her, Azrael heard another noise. It was muffled but she could faintly make out the sound of people screaming. But why?

Worried growing in her chest, her brows furrowed in fear and confusion. Azrael didn't hesitate to walk to where the screams were coming from, feeling her wolf stir at the back of her mind.

When reaching the doors to the Throne room, no guard was in sight, puzzling the Creusa ever more as she stood right in front of the large doors, looking up and down the hall to see if anyone was there. But there was no one.

Another scream made Azrael snapped her head towards the doors as the scream went silent after a moment. Frozen in place, uncertain on what to do, Azrael swallowed the lump in her throat. Forcing her hands up and pushing open the Throne Room doors.

Stepping inside, Azrael's eyes widened and her breath hitched as she started at the corpses of her father, mother, and two younger siblings.

Her father's throat was ripped out. Her mother's lower jaw seemed to be ripped off and an eye was gorged out. Her little sister had deep claw marks on half her face and her stomach was ripped open, guts spilling out and onto the floor. Her brother too had his lower jaw ripped off like her mother but his head had been twisted all the way around, breaking the skin on his neck as well as his spine.

The Royal Blackwood family blood stained the Throne Room floor. Azrael wanted to throw up at the sight of it all, she nearly did.

Gaging, she quickly clapped a hand over her mouth, the smell of death filling her nose. Her sobs,that she didn't even noticed,became muffled.

Blinking to get rid of the tears in her eyes to see, Azrael lifted her gaze and saw someone sitting on the throne, a crown not made from wood but of gold resting on his head. The person was the eldest child of the Alpha King and his mate. Aspen Blackwood. Their son, and he didn't look too bothered at the sight of his dead family.

He let out this loud cackle that echoed throughout the throne room and down the hall, sending chills down Azrael's spine. It sounded so foul. So wrong. So...ungodly and sinful.

Tears swelled in Azrael's eyes, a few rolling down her cheeks as she continued to stare up at Aspen. "Brother, what have you done?"

Present

Running down the halls of her ungrounded base, Azrael let out a snarl at the sight of warrior werewolves, their eyes not red like her own but brown and blue.