Feral Eclipse(EDITING)

31. The Grey

Give your heart to a sailor,
Who fell for the storms
in your soul

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Life was a rather exuberant thing, as was my pride-filled mate whose soft tone remained steady, with a torch of frustration kept tote in between his hands.

Alpha Alexander has lived a life consumed by grace, prayer and power yet with every flicker in his footsteps, I could tell he truly loathed it all the same.

Maybe he always have.

Lionel spoke things that were foreign to me in a tongue that spewed syllables in cursive, some I couldn't entirely understand. He was a very delicate, hard to read individual if he didn't reveal his serial intent threw pledged threats.

I bit my lip competitively as I observed the two males and even tried to compare their differences. One was fragile, with a galloping deceit bleeding threw the surface while the other held a axe in his heart, made of boisterous stone.

Alexander pulls Lionel to his feet by his torn fleshy throat while his other fisted his bloody hairline. I sucked my bottom lip in between my two front teeth, biting down harshly as my stomach turns at the mellowed sight, "What did you do to her Lionel? before I break every bone in your body!" A smirk on top of Lionel's lip only disperses slowly, gauging Alexander's anger.

My mate was a ticking time bomb, mercilessly ready to explode with zero mercy towards any and everyone who resided in his way.

My finger tips dance with electricity. "Oh I think you already know, brother. How about you figure it out, you tell her what you've been hiding." Lionel teasingly replies but each time he sniffles, blood clots collect around his open gash which devours his shoulder blade nicely. "You're lying."

"It can't be." Heidi wraps her arms around me and for the first time there's something hidden in between Alexander's words, a caressing hint of fear.

"Oh but brother, it can be and it is." Alexander slams Lionel back onto the ground and he kicks at his stomach repeatedly.

"Do it! Kill me," Lionel persuades, he doesn't even bother to fight back. He was a sickening vile creature but there's something about him that hung lose around the air, robbing my sensibility to determine what to do and who to do it to. Every relentless kick he received the more the fend inside of me whined and I couldn't decide for what reason did I feel like gagging.

It startled me more than I let on, every time a tendon inside of me stiffened, Alexander was reeling his head around in my direction.

How moments before Alexander evoked Lionel's fate in his hands and now we're all sat escorting him further into Alexander's privative lands.

We entered the manor with my mate's loud voice booming, 'throw him to the wolves' but I assumed it was his barbaric way of saying to discard Lionel away in the dungeon, to await his sentencing.

I scurried quietly behind my prince in case he dared to mumble a words of deliberation but up until my confusion, he hadn't. Why did the alpha insist on acting this way? when will I have the sound of his laughter memorized, and to know what happiness looks like on his charmed face?

Still with Alexander refusing to speak, almost simultaneously did I begin to invade the kitchen with so many pounding thoughts wanting to leap from my mouth, but instead I pushed them aside and focused on my rumbling stomach.