Alpha Brutus ✔

17 - his death

Brutus Lycian's POV:

She laid in bed, her eyes wide open I horror that she listened about not so long ago.
Tears escaped her bland eyes, she did not even care enough to wipe them away. She would usually hide them, but this time was different. She was broken, the horrific truth about her mother's death crippling her down completely.

She needed comfort, warmth.

"He will get what he deserves, mi bella." I said as I kissed the top of her head adoringly, making her huff out in pure stress

"I... I can't get it out of my head. I can still see the picture of her dead body laying on the floor." She admitted calmly, even though hurricanes and wildfires were spreading inside of her.

It will take just a second for her to break.

"Brutus, can you hold me?" She asked shyly, her head hanging low as she fiddled with her fingers nervously.

Regardless of the situation, my heart was swelling with adoration for this female that I wanted to protect and provide for so dearly. Grinning, I took her into my arms and positioned her small figure onto my lap where she always laid when she needed protection.

As the sun set fully, she quietly began to sob onto my shoulder as I felt her tears stain my shirt.
"Don't cry, beautiful. I am sure your mother is watching over you now, she must be proud of your decision." I talked as I looked into her deep dark eyes and saw a spark of her spirit dying down.

Hesitantly and carefully, almost as if she was made out of glass and would slip out of my hands any moment, I pressed a feather light kiss onto her tear stained cheek.
My lips exploded with tingles, her tears still on my lips as I watched as a breathtaking smile appeared on her lips.

Even while she was crying, her smile looked like she was the happiest person on this planet.
My wolf was now begging me to come out, he wanted to spend time with her also. She was precious to both of us and I was almost too selfish to give him time to be with our little mate.

"She was such a good person, Brutus. I still remember so much things from my childhood." Mumbling tiredly, she stared off to the distance, almost as if she was remembering every single memory they made.

"Go to sleep now, mi bella. Tomorrow is a big day." I whispered down to her, watching as she closed her eyes slowly and innocently, falling into a state of slumber.

•

Walking out of the thick woods and stepping onto a clear ground, I have noticed as numerous pack members bowed down to my wolf, their Alpha.

While walking, I was only focused on one thing. And that was a chubby man that was held down by Christian's grey wolf. That man deserved slow death, for all the damage he has done to my Ember and her mother.

When he finally saw me, I pridefully watched as fear filled his eyes.
I wanted to kill him ever since Ember wanted him dead, I wanted to be the one who would send him straight to hell.

I heard him mumbling something to himself, it mainly being curses. Once Christian let go of him and once I walked closer to him, he crawled back with clear hope for life.

Even if he escaped, I would catch him effortlessly. There was no way he could be saved or even sent to death without previous torture.

Lunging forward with a need to satisfy my wishes of him in pain, I clamped my jaws down onto his calf and watched as his disgusting face twisted in pain that he deserved to feel cursing through his whole body.

He screamed and flipped around the muddy ground, wanting to escape my teeth.
Letting go of him, I let my wolf to play since he found a new toy.

Walking circles around the man, I bit wherever I wanted to see blood flowing and surely did, as his bright red blood colored the exposed flesh.

Soon, my claws came in also, cutting deeper inside of the wounds I created by biting him.
He could do nothing but scream and hope someone would hear him, other than my pack members.

I was having fun, truly.

When I got tired of hearing my prey crying for needed help, I ended my wolf's playing and hovered over him.

We were now face to face, his stained mustache making me want to rip his head off even more than before.

With a growl, I forcefully bit into his neck and waited until his squirming body became limp beneath me.

I finally ended him. Ember will finally be peaceful now, now we can focus on each other...

I stepped back once I was assured that he was dead, wanting to see what kind of a masterpiece I created.

There he was, dead and in his best light.