"You see those small drills fixed in front of you?" I explain casually, as if we were just playing so kids’ ga. "This little guy pointing your chest will slowly start drilling the center bone of your chest," and my gaze shifted towards the ones pointed at their knees, "and those two will drill your knees. Slow and steady. You’ll feel every ounce of agonizing pain, especially since the drill is forged from pure silver. Painful, isn’t it?"
"Alpha...."
"Shhh. Let finish, or you’ll end up dying confused, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?" I said with faux gentleness, like I was scolding a child for interrupting storyti. "Now, as I was saying... once the drill carves through your chest, it won’t stop. It’ll keep move to drill into your liver. That’s when things get really fun. You’ll bleed. You’ll howl. But still, you won’t die."
The two looked at in horror.
"So now the question is: when and how will you be spared from this pain and die? Right?"
I tilted my head, as if pondering alongside them, then looked up at the sky.
"Do you see them?" I asked.
They hesitantly followed my gaze, eyes squinting upward.
Dozens of scavenger birds—vultures, crows, and bloodthirsty companions—circled above, gliding on the wind as if summoned by death itself.
"My lovely little friends," I said, voice full of false affection. "They’ve got impeccable timing. Always know when at’s about to turn tender."
I looked back down at them, voice dropping low and deliciously cruel.
"Here’s the best part. They won’t wait for you to die. Oh no, they prefer their als fresh—alive and screaming. And you know what’s their favorite dish?"
I leaned closer, my grin feral.
"Eyes. They love to dig them out... rip them from the sockets and devour them like a sweet fucking dessert."
The two of them sat frozen, paralyzed by fear, their breathing shallow and erratic as if their souls were ready to leave their bodies even before the fun started.
I pressed the button on the remote in my hand to start the drills that promised nothing but pain. I tossed the remote aside and turned my back as I walked towards the cliff.
"Alpha... please... Alpha, forgive us..."
Their pleas quickly turned into ragged cries, sharp and agonized, piercing through the quiet forest . And then followed by the shrill, greedy cries of the scavenger birds, diving down for their feast.
Standing by the cliff, I smoked a cigarette while listening to their cries, my eyes staring at the violent sea below, blankly.
Once I finished the cigarette, I crushed the bud under my boot, removed my clothes and boots, and dived headfirst into the madness below.
The cold, unforgiving sea swallowed whole, crashing over my body like a beast claiming its prey. But beneath the surface, silence embraced . The chaos vanished. No screams. No cries. No blood. Just stillness.
And in that silence, her na echoed through my mind.
Eira.
The water numbed my skin, but that na burned. That face...
My eyes drifted shut, and there she was—her face, the way I saw it six years ago. Untouched. Beautiful. Before the world had broken her.
It was the day we were invited to Lucian’s ho for his mother’s birthday celebration. Alice had brought a friend along, a girl none of us knew yet.
But even before I could see her, her scent reached , sweet, soft, intoxicating.
My head snapped toward her, and there she was— beautiful, innocent, radiating a quiet grace. And sohow, the most tempting thing I had ever laid eyes on. I simply couldn’t look away.
Eira.
Even after she was gone, her na never left my mind.
It never fucking left .
After drowning myself for long, and going through the mories with her once more, I finally erged out of the water and returned to the cliff.
I dried myself under the sun and casually put on my clothes, and by that ti, my little friends had almost cleared the fresh at of their feast.
Starving little bastards.
I glanced at them one last ti. I’ll leave their skeletons for soone to find. Would be fun.
I smirked and left. I had to return ho before my mate brothers started searching for . Due to my ability to seek out trouble out of boredom, I was not allowed to disappear for long without informing them.
When I returned ho, I saw Lucian was in a foul mood for so reason, while Jason was sitting calmly on the sofa, working on his laptop.
"Who got on your nerves now?" I asked Lucian as I settled on the sofa.
He didn’t answer, but I knew it must be related to her.
"Where have you been?" he asked coldly.
"I realized there was sothing left to clear up from last night’s fun," I replied. "I just went to clean it up."
Lucian and Jason both offered skeptical gazes. Obviously, they didn’t trust .
"Is there anything to eat? I’m starving," I asked as if I did nothing at all.
"Damn it!" Lucian cursed. "Did we just forget to have lunch?"
"I’ll cook sothing quickly." Jason put the laptop aside and stood up. As he looked at , he said, "Go ask Roman if he’s going to eat with us or have his special al with his bitch."
Hmm, now I understood why the foul mood.
Just then, a security guard brought a delivery inside the ho. "Alpha Roman has ordered this."
I accepted it and looked inside the branded bag.
"What is it?" Lucian asked.
I tossed the bag to him. "See for yourself."
Lucian pulled out the stuff in the bag. It was a simple soft floral pattern dress. There was only one woman in the house, and it was clear who it was for. He stuffed it back in the bag angrily.
Just then, Roman entered the drawing room. "My parcel should be—"
Before he could finish, Lucian hurled the bag at him. Roman caught it easily.
"That bitch doesn’t deserve branded clothes. Don’t waste money on her," Lucian spat, and went to the kitchen to help Jason.
Roman remained unbothered and checked the dress with a satisfied hmm.
Liam arrived there as well. He looked straight at Roman, as if he was the only concerned person related to Eira.
"I ca straight here after finishing my surgery," Liam inford him. "How is she?"
"Better than before," Roman answered. "As you instructed, I bathed her and..."
Crash!
A sound of glass shattering was heard, and we looked toward the kitchen. A glass had crushed in Lucian’s hands, which he was using to drink water.
Not just Lucian, but even Jason and I stilled in our places to hear what Roman said- Bathed her.
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