The Alpha’s Dark Revenge

Nikolai’s POV

Every time I remembered that I had Jonas’ daughter held captive in my basement, I had a rush of two emotions; satisfaction that I had completed the first step of my plan, and anger. Anger that she was still there, anger that she was alive. She had no right living. No right to still be alive and healthy down there when she should be in pain instead. She should be writhing in pain every second.

Furious, I raked my fingers through my hair, heading down to the basement to see what condition she was in.

“Alpha,” I heard someone greet me. I half turned to see a woman I didn’t recognize. I frowned. She bowed immediately.

“Make it quick,” I snapped.

In reply, she loosened her hold on the loose shirt wrapped around her chest. “Last night… w-was amazing,” She stammered. “I had no idea you had your eyes on me all this while. Now I’ve figured it out I was hoping this…” She motioned to herself then me. “… would lead to something truly beauti-”

“Can you shut up?!” I cut her off. Why did these women have to be so dumb?

“If you think last night meant anything more than a good hard fuck to calm my nerves down, then you are clearly delusional. Out of my sight before I do it myself,” I growled.

Disappointment clear on her face, I watched her wobble away. I was seriously running out of patience for these women.

A few moments later, I was at the dungeon. From behind the door, I couldn’t hear anything. It was quiet. Too quiet.

The basement was dark so it was s little difficult to see. But I could make out the small form of the woman laying on the floor. She lay in a position that gave the illusion that she was asleep. But in no time she had sensed my presence. I watched her scramble up and shrink back into the wall in fear, her wild hair sticking up in all directions.

My eyes roaming the floor, I saw the tray of food I had ordered brought down here for her still sitting there, cold. The food in the tray from the previous day was beginning to rot as well.

I clenched my fists. “Why aren’t you eating?” I spat.

I had decided that I would let her starve the whole time she was down here. After all she wasn’t here to be pampered. But Drew had convinced me otherwise.

“How is she supposed to stay alive if she’s not getting anything to eat?” He had asked, giving me a puzzled look.

“I didn’t bring her here to keep her alive,” I spat, wondering why he would even say that.

“Alpha, I know that. But how would you feel if she died of malnutrition rather than your own hands?” He had asked. I had through it through and decided he was right. Since then I had given the order for a small portion of food to be given to her every two days.

But here she was, all the three trays untouched. I would have forced Drew down here to see what an ungrateful bitch we were dealing with here, but he had travelled off for one of his business meetings.

“Please, I don’t want anything from you. Just let me go, I beg you,” I heard her plead from were she was huddled on the floor.

“The food isn’t good enough for you?!”

She didn’t reply.

In anger, kicked the untouched trays of food in the air. “You ungrateful bitch. You think you’re some sort of princess?” I’m yelled, watching her flinch with every word I spoke. “The food is too measly for you is it? We’ll see. This is the very last mean you are going to have.”

I had heard her complain about the food the last time, saying it was stale. I had thought that a few days without food would humble her. But clearly, she was still on her high horse. Daddy’s girl who got everything handed down to her.

I was going to make her suffer. Mind liking one of the guards I had placed in charge of her, I ordered them to stop any food delivery to her.

“What do you want from me? I didn’t do anything wrong to anyone… please just let me go,” She whimpered, tears falling down her cheeks.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

She hadn’t even seen anything yet. It was time to see if the rumors of how powerful a she-wolf she was were true. By the time she stayed a few days without food, her wolf would start to weaken. I wanted to watch her suffer. Suffer till she begins to die, slowly, painfully.

Walking closer to her, I picked her up by the collar of the dress she was wearing. Her attempts to escape my grip were futile and so she gave up, head bowed as she shivered from head to toe.

I held her fast by her neck. “The only reason you’re not dead yet is because I want to take my precious time. From tomorrow you will start working upstairs as one of the servants. And if you think of doing anything stupid while you’re up there, I’ll tear you to shreds without a second thought.”

As I spoke, I tightened my grip on her neck, squeezing until her face reddened and she began to tap my arm weakly. I watched in satisfaction, tossing the thought of strangling her to death right now in my head. When she was a few seconds away from slipping into unconsciousness, I let her go.

I watched as she landed with a loud thud, clutching her neck and coughing uncontrollably. Her eyes watered as she looked up at me, still shaking.

Good. This was just the beginning of her pain. I would bring her down so low to a point she had never been before. All that status, class and entitlement that came with growing up in a rich home would be reduced to nothing by the time I was through with her.

I would show that she was nothing. And I wouldn’t stop until she started to believe it too.

Mind linking the guards to come back to their positions, I exited the room to the sound of her sobbing.