Chapter 23
Darius
“It’s good to see you again, Beta Charles,” I walked into the room where he was being held and I found him meditating. Hel was in a yoga posture with his eyes closed. He looked too calm and collected for me. That wasn’t the state I wanted him to be. I wanted him to see him weak, crumbled, and maybe, almost dead. That would’ve satisfied me more.
“I knew you were behind my arrest, Alpha Darius,” He snickered. He straightened his back and stood up to face me.
I shrugged. “Who else could get the beta of a f*cking pack arrested? You’re lucky I asked my men to not touch you,”
He smirked. “Your men are a bunch of barbarians. I won’t stop fighting for them to leave this pack and return to the monster’s den you created back at your pack. Legally, you don’t even have the right to rule this pack,”
I clicked my tongue. “I came here to have a civil conversation with you but as usual, you think you should be the Alpha of this pack and you’re trying so hard to push that st*pid narrative on the people of this pack.”
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He snarled and lurked towards me but stopped a few feet away from me. I could almost beg him to take just one towards me so I could finally find the chance to turn him into a punching bag and satisfy the voices in my head.
“Because they deserve to know the truth,”
“What truth? That I’m my father’s illegitimate son or that my father left a will where he stated that I must never be allowed to rule this pack. Which one of these two aren’t already known?”
“The truth about the monsters in your head. The ones that control you and made you kill both your wife and your mother
He was the one speaking but I felt the bitter taste of those words in my mouth. I have thousands of secrets, one that if it ever came out, the world would unite to get rid of a being like me.
“And?” I asked, waiting to hear more from him.
illing both of them.”
A horrified look flashed across his eyes, “You wouldn’t even deny killing
“Just like you said, my mother and my wife, not yours so whatever happened to them is none of your business. You right to talk about them and you deserve no explanation.”
My response seemed to shut him up because immediately he stopped talking and looked away towards the wall as if held his next words.
“You’re a monster, Darius,”
I shrugged. “I thought you’ve known that fact for a while. The scar on your face should’ve sealed it in that I’m a monster,”
The scar on his face was the first lesson I taught him years ago never to mess with Darius Darkwood or be would pay with his useless life.
“When people find out what you’ve actually done, they would hate you and would kill you,”
I surrendered my hand. “They already hate me and they already want me dead. What’s new?”
“Why am I here? Is it because of the truth I’ve been trying to tell everyone? That your father would roll in his grave if he finds out you’re leading the pack against his will,”
I scrunched my nose. “I honestly don’t see my father rolling in his grave at any point. They could hardly put together the pieces of his body, how then will he roll?” I laughed. Again and again at my dark humor while horror plastered on his face.
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Chapter 23
“You’re here because you broke a vow you made four years ago.”
He raised an eyebrow, having already forgotten what he said back then. “What are you talking about?” he asked.
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“Do I have to remind you? Fine! You made a vow never to go near Angela again in this lifetime and the next or else I should behead you with my bare hands.”
His eyes widened as he began recollecting the memories of what happened.
Four years ago, shortly after my wife’s death, Daisy told me her brother would be visiting the pack and I allowed it. Unfortunately, he turned out to be the scrawny boy I always saw with Angela. Once he saw me, he lunged at me, trying to get killed for leaving Angela and marrying another woman. He was furious and was ready to lay down his life to get rid of mine. He spoke with so much pain and hatred.
It wouldn’t have been right for me to have killed him without a chance to prove himself. My half-brother, Mason, suggested. a challenge, and whoever lost had to promise not to go after Angela ever again. Since Charles saw it as an opportunity to get rid of me. he accepted without a complaint. One fact he didn’t know was that Mason was no better than I was.
I tried not to kill him during the challenge but I left that scar on his face so he would know better than to st*pidly challenge: an Alpha again. I didn’t kill him because of his sister, Daisy.
He willingly signed the vow never to say anything about Nibbles or even go near her.
“Since you remember now, should I go ahead and spell out the punishment or should I carry it out?” I asked him.
His face turned white and I could swear I saw his hands trembling. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and he kept on staring at me as if he had just seen a ghost.
One thing I’d made known and popular in the werewolf world was how I would always make do with my promises. If I promised to kill, I’ll f*cking carry it out even till the end of the world.
“Alpha Darius?”
Azalea called from outside the door. “WHAT!” I yelled, I was about to finally enjoy something today and someone just has to interrupt it.
“Alpha Mason is on the phone,” He announced.
“Is it urgent?”
“He said it is important,” I closed my eyes and swallowed the anger that was already brewing inside of me. I c interruption lightly but since it was Mason, I had to slow down a bit.
“Tell him I’ll be on the phone shortly,”
“Yes, Alpha,” Azalea disappeared from the shadows.
I stood up and slowly walked towards Charles. I fisted my hand and raised it to his face. When he thought I was about it, my fist landed on the wall.
“I can spare you for spilling s*upid stuff about me to the pack members but the moment you talk trash or move around Angela, I would *cking destroy you. Thank the heavens I’m not in the mood for a murder today.”
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