The fate of the Rejected Alpha

NOW HIS NAME IS FEARED BY ALL

Forty-eight moons later…

“Tell me, how does it feel to taste your own blood?” He asks as he moves the knife stuck in his prey’s abdomen.

Occisor’s thick voice fills the ears of the Markab pack’s beta as he tries to control himself so as not to let the tremors of fear and pain show through his body.

They’re near the Markab pack, located near the great gray city of London. The beta had left his pack and gone after some girls in the city, all the while Occisor kept an eye on him, studying his prey.

He’s brave to leave alone, Occisor thought as he watched him from the roof of a house as the beta entered an alley with two apparently thirteen and fifteen-year-old human females. Recently some wolves had taken to rape virgin humans girls in that age group, Occisor knew that.

Margaret, when she heard about it, became possessed with hatred at the time, and wanted to rip this monster’s genitals off with her own hands, but Mary said that it was better for Occisor to take this case. And so they both went to the rescue of some humans in another country. Vampires still buy women and men so they can breed and then kill them. But here in the city of London, everything was in his hands, the murderer as he was called now. Occisor intended to discover the reason for the abuses, and the word “failure” was never in his mission dictionary.

“Oh, you’re not gonna talk?”

In the past five years, Occisor has changed a lot. He’s now an adult; six feet tall and long and black hair that falls to his shoulders or sometimes he His skin is fair, he has a full beard and his body’s masculine and strong. He has some scars he gained during his battles. In the eyes of the female, he transformed into a handsome male.

In just four years, Occisor has thrown terror the supernatural world. He has hunted, tortured and killed twenty-three wolves, fifteen witches, seventeen vampires and eight serial killers and even though it is against the rules, he also tortures humans. Now everybody feared him, and the government couldn’t do a thing about it because no one was better than him and they couldn’t afford to lose such a weapon.

Humans are despicable, that was Occisor’s opinion. But he did everything he could to not let it show out of love for Margaret and Mary, who have their origins in this race.

Occisor turned into a wolf only once, when his family was cornered by the wolves of the Nebula Pack. That was two years ago. He felt his entire body heat up, his eyes turned red, his bones shattered and reshaped and his human body gave way to a huge red-eyed black wolf almost over three meters tall. The pure dominance that exuded from him hurt the other lycanthropes and it was almost as if they were in the overwhelming presence of the dominance of the genuine alpha.

That made them retreat and flee, but Occisor wanted blood and went after them. In the hunt he managed to kill six, five of them only omegas who were forced by the alpha to stay behind so that the most powerful could escape. And that made Occisor even angrier, but unfortunately, the betas only managed to kill one.

That day became history for the Lycan’s, which now makes them flee, always being alert of any sign, afraid that the killer was close. Sometimes they changed territories, erasing all traces of their pack, and if necessary they sometimes leave the omegas and lunas cimexs as distraction.

The Nebula pack’s alpha., as soon as he saw Occisor’s transformation before his eyes, he knew who that was. That was the puppy rejected by the Nascent pack. At the meeting that took place the next morning, everyone condemned Rolf, saying it was his fault that his offspring rebelled against their own race. Rolf didn’t know what to say, his chest ached, his mind seething, but from his mouth not a sound came out.

The genuine alpha just smiled. A rejected cub who allied himself with his enemies in pursuit of revenge. It will be a pleasure to see him fall into disgrace, especially when he seems to have almost the same amount of dominance as mine. What are you up to, goddess? He thought as soon as he heard the reports.

But he couldn’t afford to go into combat now, the clock was ticking, and he wasn’t going to live forever, he needed to first secure his heir. So for that, he decided that the other packs should move as far away from him as possible.

“How about we be friends?” Occisor drags a chair and sits in front of the cornered beta.

The beta sits on an iron chair, his arms and legs trapped by leather straps and only the handle of the knife is visible on his stomach.

“Never! I would never become friends with a trash like you! The beta growled with evident disgust, which made a smile adorn Occisor’s lips.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Trash? Me?”

“Yes! You made alliances with the vampires and the humans, now you’re hunting your own kind! You’re nothing but a fucking traitor! You… Ah!”.

Occisor sticks two steel cables coated with silver, one on each knee of the lycanthrope in front of him.

“My race, as you say, rejected me as soon as I was born,” he said, touching a lever that made a discharge of 2100 volts run through the beta’s body. He couldn’t hold his cries of pain. “They hunted me down.” Another shock. “They accused my mother of being a traitor.” Another discharge and more screams coming from the beta. His spit was already starting to foam. “They accused my aunt of desertion and treason.” Another discharge. “They murdered them in the cruelest way, two females who had no way to defend themselves!”

After another shock, Occisor was finally satisfied with the burns on the Lycan’s skin, even though they were already healing, except for the one on his abdomen and his knees. The silver-coated blade didn’t allow the wounds to heal.

“I can do this all day,” he threatened with a smile.

“No… No, please… I’ll talk.”

“All right, I’m all ears.”

“The witches… They’re taking advantage of our hunt and doing even more rituals with virgin women. So protecting us from you, them and the vampires got tough. The genuine alpha doesn’t want to go to war. Not for now.

“Why?”

No response came, and Occisor wasn’t known to be patient. He increased the voltage and released another discharge into the beta chest.

“You’d better answer me right away.”

“He… He has a daughter.”

“What?”

That caught Occisor by surprise. In the books, the genuine alpha can only have one cub in his life, and that cub is always a male.

“Two cubs were born… The male born dead. The female survived and has on her fur the bloodstains…”

“What does that have to do with him not wanting a war? “Occisor doesn’t care about these things, he just wants everyone dead, females and males for him makes no difference.

“He needs an heir… He is waiting for her to enter the mating season. He’ll create a competition and give her up as a prize, so her cub will be the direct heir to the genuine.”

“I’m glad you cooperated with me,” Occisor says and gets up from his chair.

“Let me… Let me go. I told you what I knew!” He shouts desperately as Occisor walks away.

“Yeah, because you’re a fucking traitor!”

That said, Occisor turns off the light and moves the lever again, letting the electric currents kill the lycanthrope little by little. He’ll be dead by tomorrow. Occisor was sure. Hisbody won’t be able to regenerate from so much damage.