Killing Davina

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"Even I am more worthy of the title. My dead father is more worthy of the title you flaunt with so carelessly, Moreno!"

Hearing his name roll off of her lips, filled with so much venom too, hits him with blunt force and elongates his canines.

She has trespassed his tolerance. This was an insult he didn't allow her to make so naively.
His nails slowly grow into claws, painfully sharp yet still attached to a human hand. His canines grow size and can easily tear flesh apart or pierce her skin, he wanted to do both. His mind is fogged over, the gasps of innocent pack members at the feast didn't quite reach him.
Davina stands in front of him, fortunately not too close. She steps back and watches him. His mind struggles. She notices the twitch in his finger and the flexed muscles of his arms, but his ruthless eyes didn't go unnoticed and neither did his teeth, proudly shown off through his open mouth and pulled back lips. His stare holds barely any humanity, only the feral gaze of hunting down prey and assuring survival.

She couldn't run, he'd only accept the chase before tearing into her flesh. So she changes her footing, her bleeding foot at the back so she doesn't have to put all her weight on the cut. She raises her hands, holding them in front of her chin and ready to defend herself. The people around the two formed a circle, not wanting to be caught in the fire, but also not wanting to miss it.
An Alpha didn't fight, unless it was absolutely necessary and a member of the pack certainly didn't dare offend an Alpha.

He snaps his jaw, a growl boiling up from his throat.
"Davina, you have crossed a line."

She merely shakes her head, focussing on his movements rather than his words. He speeds towards her, almost too swift for her eyes to follow him, but she doesn't need to see him to know he'll try and strike her from the front. She jumps sideways, just in time to lean back and see a claw rake through the air above her. She leans forward for more force and throws a punch in his gut. He doubles over, but in the act he takes hold of her arm. The claws dig into her skin, piercing through easily.
She yelps as he yanks on her arm, throwing her on the ground. She lifts her legs and starts kicking at him before he has the chance to pin her down. When her foot gives him a firm kick on his chin, she scrambles backwards and onto her feet.

Moreno pulls himself together and also stands up, grabbing his chin with one hand and giving it a tug. Again, he moves. She, however, is too slow to dodge this time.
A hand wraps around her throat and slams her back onto the ground. His nails taunt the skin on her neck and he knows. His knees are both on the other side of her waist, leaving still one of his hands free. Davina claws at his nails, trying to pull them away from her neck. A sly smile decorates his face when he realizes she is stuck. Whatever she is able to do, he can pierce her skin quicker than she can get his hand away from her.

She grits her teeth when she feels his hand gripping her neck tightly, slowly cutting off her airway. Her nails leave red marks on his hand, but it's nothing compared to what he can do.

"Moreno," she coughs, one hand still clawing at his hand and the other trying to reach his face, desperately wanting to get him off of her.

With his free hand, he grabs her wrist out of the air and pins it down on the ground next to her head. Davina thrashes her body and screams, agitated and scared of the feral Alpha on top of her. No one will stop him.

"What do I need to do for you to accept me as your Alpha. For you to follow my orders and not your own."

Another scream fills the air, only for it to end in a pathetic squeak. He is now fully cutting off her air. She pulls her lips back, showing small canines. They do not even come close to competing with his, but he doesn't take the act of defiance well.

A murmur washes over the crowd and in the corner of her eyes, she sees them parting. A mop of blond hair enters the circle.

"Woah," Alwin gulps at the sight.
He notices Davina, gasping desperately for air, and Moreno, staring at her without any evident emotion. He rushes over, but doesn't touch his Alpha.
"Alpha," he says, soft but urgently, "you have to let her go."
Alwin receives a growl from Moreno and a groan from Davina as Moreno presses more weight onto her.

"Moreno," Alwin urges, "you are killing her."

He doesn't reply. Davina's body slowly goes limp. Her hand rests on Moreno's hand on her throat, streaks of red claw marks taint the back of his hand, some leaking blood.
As a last resort, Alwin stands up and roundhouse kicks his Alpha, square in the face. Moreno's head tilts back, releasing both Davina's hand and throat. She sucks in a breath of air, letting it flow through her painful throat.

As soon as Moreno stands up, she crawls backwards on the ground, still too weak to stand up. Moreno shakes his head and drags his hand down his face, clearing his mind. He points at Alwin.

"You and I need to have a word, but first," his gaze switches to Davina, who is massaging her neck, "You come with me, now."

Her eyes widen, but she does slowly stand up. Her knees seem unsteady, carrying her weight after not receiving enough oxygen. She starts walking, painstakingly slow and unsteady.
Moreno sighs annoyed and advances towards her. Her breath hitches and she takes a step back.
"It'll take all night at that damn pace," he sneers, bending his knee in front of her.
She tries to distance herself, but he grabs her legs and hauls her over his shoulder.

The air is knocked out of her once again and her vision blurs for a solid minute. She matches her breathing to his steady steps, slowly regaining her vision. Once it's recovered, Moreno opens a door in the unfamiliar house he had entered and walks in. Without warning, he pulls her off of his shoulder to let her go. Her legs, too unsteady and caught off guard, can't stop her from stumbling and falling on her behind.
Moreno turns back around, slamming the door shut. She wills her legs to push her back until she hits an object. Turning her head, she sees the room she had woken up in, along with the bed that stopped her from fleeing further. She scrambles up and over the bed to the other side.

When she looks at Moreno again, he is already looking at her, a thunderstorm raging through his irises.
"You cannot keep on disobeying me, Davina."

Her breathing hitches, but she doesn't increase the distance between them.
"You took my title and my pack, I will do as I please," she retorts.

He stalks towards her, quick sloppy steps.
"No, you cannot. You belong to my pack now. You fall under my rules. If you keep disobeying me, it will make us weaker and an easier target for potential attackers."

He is now standing in front of her, his chest touching hers.
"Please understand that I do not want your submission for my ego nor my title. It is vital for the survival of our pack. For your survival. You are part of the pack now which means you fall under my care and protection. I only need your cooperation."

His breath warms her face. She pinches some of her skin between her nails, keeping her emotions at bay.
"Why don't you just kill me?" she whispers, her voice barely loud enough to be heard.

The forest in his eyes rages, mingling with golden specks. His gaze lowers from her eyes for a split second before they meet hers again.

Warmth creeps up, burning up on the tip of her nose and spreading through her cheeks, but the dull ache of pain still beats rhythmically through her throat. She forces her eyes shut, and parts her lips while the words seem to burn her tongue, she manages to whisper, "please, leave."