Rejected Mate and Following Fate

I can’t tear my eyes away from Juan, as he sits helpless in his binds on the dirty floor. All eyes around the room on him, except Colton’s. He’s turned away and seems unable to bring himself to look at all. A sense of desolation swirling around him like a dense fog. I sense Sierra and Radar entering the room from the main door, followed by more pack wolves and realize we now have an attentive audience to our ex-alpha’s fate. It feels like we are hitting some sort of crescendo in a power struggle that began long ago in this very house.

“You think you’ve won, just because you have me here?” Juan sneers my way, eyes amber and full of hatred yet he stays in human form, and I wonder why. He’s stronger as a wolf and more likely to make a break for it that way, so I don’t get why he’s sitting human and even seems strangely calm and submissive. I ignore his attempts to bait me and keep my expression blank as though I couldn’t care less about his predicament. To me this is already over.

“I think you misunderstand the meaning of winning, my dearest fellow.” Varro snorts and walks to him confidently, tall and straight and exuding confidence. Swaggering as his dark robes trail behind him and he suddenly strikes me as an Asian warrior of old. Long dark hair, tailored clothes, under a thick opulent cloak. Like some historical Joseon drama villain and all that’s missing is a sword. He’s so different to Darrius, with his modern tailoring and short and clean-shaven style. He has old world about him and yet it somehow suits a Lord of the vampires to be this way.

“Pahh…. Look around. I may not be their alpha anymore, but I’ve left them cowering and forever to remember who I am. The greatest power of Lychan in a long time. I will go down in the history books.” Juan smirks, shrugging his large shoulders and seems oblivious to reality. Completely unaffected by the fact he is a prisoner and about to face a fate worse than death from here on in. I baulk at the fact that maybe Juan was always this mentally unstable and yet somehow only got worse as power went to his head.

“We call that delusion. A tale of what not to be.” Colton chips in, low and almost unheard, and finally turns this way. His eyes slow to trace a route to his father’s figure and he looks away again the second they land on him. The pain etched for a moment on that handsome face. My heart constricts for him, knowing how much of a war must be going on his mind over this.

“Is it? I’ll go down in history for …….”

“Destroying your pack, ruining your own home, losing the trust and loyalty of many? Which part of that is admirable? You’ll be remembered as insane.” Colton barks right back, cutting him off and finding strength in his own anger. Unveiled hatred beginning to show once more as his guilt is faded out by his father’s arrogant words.

“I’m the king of these people. I say, they do. I growl, they cower. That’s power!” Juan can’t let go. So lost in his own insanity and blinded by what he thought he had. I can only sigh at how far gone is the mind of a man that the Santo pack once respected.

“Enough, this is boring. I came here to settle a debt, and you don’t need to be able to talk to do that.” Varro halts all talk with a sharp tone, his eyes aglow so brightly, they almost illuminate his cheeks with a red tint. His fierce on show as he nods to Darrius and in an instant the black figure disappears from my left side. A flash, a flick of wind, so speedy I almost miss it and he’s holding Juan’s head back in a powerful grip as he forces open his jaw and cuts out his tongue with a glinting dagger.

It’s instant, blink and you miss it, fast. And yet so overwhelmingly gruesome as Juan screams and gargles and Darrius makes quick work of the task he was ordered to do. I gasp inwardly so fast I start to choke and yet can’t pull myself away from seeing what’s being done. Blood pouring down Juan’s face as he’s released to wriggle and squirm on the floor, with muffled wails and gasps of agony. Tears stream down his face and I feel the wolves around me reel back in shock at what was just done without any hesitation or verbal command. Silence heavy, emotions chaotic, and I’m unable to tear my gaze away from this gruesome sight.

Darrius throws the dismembered flesh to Varro in a casual toss as though it’s nothing but a caught fish. Varro catches it between sharp talon fingernails and holds it aloft in a mocking manner, giving it a triumphant shake in Juan’s direction. A smile spreading on that face that changes softer features into something terrifying and cruel that for the first time instils a sense of fear in me. He’s completely immune to Juan’s pain and bellowing and in fact seems to take pleasure from it. The shock around me is unified. No one moves an inch and yet silence is deafening from all my subs and mate. No Lychan would ever do something like this, but I guess our species are far apart.

“Life will be quieter from here on in, I think. Don’t you agree, Darrius?” Varro scoffs, his tone jocular and he tosses the tongue in his hand aside as though discarding trash, wiping his blood smeared hand on his leg and brushes his nails against the fabric to wipe them clean. He tosses his hair back with a head flick and returns to that commanding stance once more.

and fear from within. As much as she hates Juan, she has never had the stomach to watch suffering. She’s as rattled by what we

torment. Why don’t you come along and play a little, seeing as you carry as much

stomach for this. As Luna you are bred

and revenge all that well, do you? One whiff of a peaceful end and you are happy to let it all go. It’s rather disappointing.” Varro walks towards Juan and then circles him, much like a lion looking at it’s dying pray, eyes on that still twitching body who has

heal himself, and spot the weird golden handcuffs holding his wrists together behind his back. Ornate, jeweled, solid gold, and strangely beautiful for a set of hand binds. Varro catches my eye and follows my line of sight with

our friendly neighborhood witch. They stop immortals from being able to use their gifts. He’s basically human with these on.” He chuckles to himself as though he finds it highly

in will be worse than hell. I doubt Varro intends to take them back off at any point unless death is imminent,

leave, I don’t want to see this.” Colton finally breaks, his voice ravaged and husky, and his eyes ambering as he fails to control his inner turmoil. He’s still standing on the sidelines with our quiet

room. I see you don’t have the stomach for this. I thought you would like a show. Never mind…. Darrius!” Varro clicks his fingers and that black shrouded figure shoots back to Juan’s side. Another flash move that is almost missed by the human eye and it’s not hard to see how much faster than wolves these

chest, as his wound continues to ooze and I finally see the defeat on his face. The emptiness of his now brown eyes and the pale pallor of a body undergoing pain. His focus downcast and pathetic and I hate the fact it pains me in the chest and pushes my empathy out to the forefront. This man who

It’s pathetic really.

flinch as the grating of movement around me draws my eyes to the silent onlookers. All have turned their faces down and can no longer meet Juan’s figure either. That feeling in me is unanimous around

aggressive energy and I catch Carmen hiding behind subs nearby and trying not to look his way. Her focus is all on him and I know what

your time is better spent guarding your sister. I don’t think she would appreciate you getting this one’s blood on your

noticeable but I see it, and yet remains steadfast in staring at Juan. I can feel his attempts not to sway or be pulled by her bond which are affecting him as much as her. He’s stubborn

have had a hand in his demise.” Jasper retorts, pushing off the wall to stan upright, adamant, but Varro shakes his head.

you’re staying. Darrius isn’t going to shield you anymore. Your time with us is over. That’s what was agreed with your sister and in the long term will be

I can do nothing but stare back blankly, praying that he will accept this and in time come to be okay with it. I can’t imagine what he must be

being the lord and master here, it’s Darrius’ piercing gaze of blood rest that makes my brother lower his head and bite his

wry smile, and Jaspers head shoots back up. A