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VIII- Traditore
He raised his fist and in a blink of an eye, it hit the stomach of the male. The male hissed in pain and kneel holding his stomach. The punch will surely gave bad bruise on his stomach. The male look at his Alpha, his eyes are burning in anger, his aura is dark as a storm, and he's shaking in anger.
The male can't help but feel an overwhelming fear; he had no idea why his Alpha punch him but he reminded himself to never underestimate the strength of his Alpha.
"A-alpha... w-what did I do to- - " Before he can finish his sentence, the male's face come contact to the cold floor. His head bounced in impact and his lips had cut open along with his injured jaw. The male bit his lip to prevent himself from cursing.
It damn hurts! He screamed in his mind. This is much worse than his extreme training yet he only got two hits.
"Don't talk. I don't give you the damn permission to talk, Cole." The Alpha's back is facing him yet the male could see that he's on edge. The male tried to stand up but failed and he came contact with the floor.
The three others in the room didn't even help the pitiful male because they know that the male had failed to do their Alpha's command.
"Who's the other that was supposed to bring her to me, yesterday?" The Alpha asked darkly. The male's eyes widened. Now, it is clear to him. He tried to touch the slave that was his Alpha's possession. But why? It's not like the slave is that important. The male thought.
"I-I'm with Andrew, Alpha." The male's voice is obviously shaking.
"Caine, get Andrew and bring him at the dungeon. I'll decide what to do to him tomorrow." In his Alpha's command, Caine, the pack's beta along with Brad the third-in-command, exited the room to find Andrew.
Now, only Cole and the Alpha is in the room. Cole can't help but panicked. He knows that his Alpha is capable of many things and won't hesitate to kill a traitor or anyone who fight against him.
"Alpha! I'm s-sorry. I didn't do anything wrong. Please! She's just a filthy - - " Cole plead and his words is the cause of his death. After hearing those words, the Alpha only see red. He clenched his fist tightly and growled loudly that will make anyone shrink in fear.
"She's not a filthy! You mutt! Didn't I tell you to talk?!" The Alpha growled menacingly. He's on edge and can't control his and his wolf rage.
Cole was about to speak when another punch was thrown to him. This time it made some of his teeth spit out from his mouth. He stumbled back and fell on the floor. Then came another, and then another and more until he's badly beaten in black and blue.
The Alpha's breathing is ragged; his fist throbbed in pain and now stained with the male's blood. He stared at the unconscious male on his feet. He wanted him dead but he showed a little mercy but surely he'll make him suffer until he begs to kill himself.
"Macky." He called to his trusted pack member and also his cousin.
"Yes, Alpha?" The pack warrior asked, no signed of pity is visible in his face.
"Bring Cole to the dungeon and ninety slash on his back. " Macky nodded and starts to drag Cole's body.
"And Macky, prepare the traditore. Tomorrow. " Macky's eyes widened in surprise but kept his mouth shut. He never questions his Alpha's decisions.
Traditore is mark given to a traitor of anyone in the pack that commit sins or fight against their law. It is imprinted to any part of the body; it is based on how big is the deed or crime. If the crime is not that big, the mark will be imprinted on below waist but if it is that big it will be on anyone's upper body.
Traditore mark is a circle with a a cross shape inside ( X ) and the word 'sin' on the center. This mark is known only for their pack but heard by the world. Traditore is done by imprinting the mark on someone's skin using a silver stick. The long silver stick with the mark on the end will be soak to molten burning lava with 300 degrees temperature, and then will come contact to the skin. It will leave a permanent mark.
It's been almost a century when the last traditore had been done.
It was brutal. It put shame and suffering to anyone. But because of this, no one has defy the Alpha ever. He's ruthless and shows no mercy but the ice coating his heart is melting. He knows it but refuse to accept the fact that he's drowning real deep.
When Macky is gone, the Alpha inhaled sharply and sat on his swivel chair. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. He never killed anyone in his pack, he let his beta or others to do that for him but for his mate, he's going to kill anyone who hurt her with his own bare hands.
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