The rogue king and the alpha (malexmale)

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Damn so many typos lol sorry
Ziathe POV

Aspen lay next to me as I growled and complained to myself, scratching at the stone floor for entertainment. He just looked ahead of him, holding his head high and acting like he was thinking of something highly important.

My goddess, please somebody kill me. I'm so bored, and so cramped up, and so frustrated. Why must I be abused so much? It's not like I'm responsible for thousands of dead wolves...

Oh, wait...

Why must they hold a grudge so much? I hate pack wolves, so fucking self righteous. Pretending they care about each other, and want to get justice. HA! Don't make me laugh!

They're as selfish as the rest of us! They're just lying to themselves, deluding as to how they can see themselves as better than everyone else. In reality, they're not, because when it comes down to the end, when I've cornered them ready to spill blood, none of them jump out to protect each other. They all just shit themselves and push each other in the way in order to survive just a few seconds longer. Pathetic Bastards.

How dare they act so noble, so just. Pretending like locking me up somehow get's 'justice' for their fallen comrades, but it's not justice, it's just chaining me fucking up. They're going to have to kill me to get any slight justice. And they'd have to kill me thousands of times over at that.

They'll never get justice for their stupid pack wolves, and I revel in that fact!

Just you wait, I'll make them all show their true selves, I'll be satisfied when every last one of them is grovelling in front of me, begging for their lives and discarding their so called precious pride.

They'll all be crawling in their own shit and piss, whining and whimpering like the delusional animals they are, as their so called comrades are dying in front of them, and they didn't lift a paw to help them!

And they'll all end up with their cold, rotting corpses lying in a giant pile of this shit and piss, and blood and intestines. And I shall mark it as a true representation of what these pack mutts really are!!!!

Er, Ziathe, are you okay?  Aspen questioned when I started foaming at the mouth, tensing my claws and digging them into the stone.

I responded with a bunch of incoherent snarls and growls, making him stand up.

Um, okay, we're taking a toilet break. He said as he untied the chains with his teeth.

I didn't protest, but nor did I say anything as I followed him out of the chambers and outside to the treeline.

He sighed and closed his eyes as the breeze ruffled his long fur. I just looked up at the sky in silence, brooding as I viewed the dark and moody clouds overhead.

Come on, we don't have all day Aspen complained when I continued to stand there, making me snort.

Oh yes, I am very busy you're right, lots to do I said sarcastically as I strolled over to some bushes. DO YOU MIND?  I snapped when he just followed me closely, and he just narrowed his eyes before letting the chain go and stepping away.

Hurry up  He said, and I rolled my eyes before getting on with my business.

You'd think I drank a lot with the amount I needed to piss. But I hardly drank anything, nor ate for that matter, it's like this evil shithead has me on a diet or something with the amount he let's me eat.

I growled as I contemplated ways to kill him as I dag in the dirt, then froze as my ears pricked. I looked down to the loose chain, then over to Aspen who was standing a good few metres off.