My Mate and Brother's Betrayal
Betrayal 71

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Barrett POV

As I make my way down the stairs that lead to the cells, my wolf is fighting me for control. I honestly never thought this day would come. This ba**ard covered his tracks well with his brother's help. If not for the witch that gave them my mate's location coming forward, he might have lived the rest of his life without being punished. I can smell his fear before I even reach his cell. When his eyes meet mine he seems confused. "Barrett, where am I," he asks.

"I think you have bigger problems than your location, Orick. Do you know why you have been brought here today?" "I have no idea where here is and; of course, I don't know why I'm here. The last thing I remember happening is that f**king witch betraying me. They killed my f**king brother. They said it was approved by the council. What the f**k is going on, Barrett?"

"Well, let me tell you a little story which should help to make everything clearer. I was thirty when I finally found my mate. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was a rogue when I found her in neutral territory, but she wasn't always a rogue. She had been a pac wolf, but not just in any pack. Do you know what pack she was born in Orick?"

I can see his wheels turning, and I know he's catching on. "She was a member of your father's pack, the Black Rose." "Barrett" he tries to interrupt me, but I growl effectively silencing him. "She was sixteen when she shifted for the first time. She was scared and alone because she

was a pack orphan. Well she thought she was alone but you and your ba**ard of a brother were watching her from the woods like the creeps you've always been."

"Is that when you decided you would take her as your mate? When you saw her wolf? Did your daddy tell you that a white wolf would make your pack stronger?" "I don't know what your talking about" he says, but there is no strength behind his words. "You know exactly what I'm talking about you ba**ard. Your father taught you and Robert well. Taught you that the laws don't apply to Alphas. That if you see something you want you take it."

"She never wanted to talk about you, your brother, or the pack. When we mated she wanted to put her past behind her, so I never pushed. I should have. I should have insisted she tell me exactly who had caused her so much pain but I didn't want to force her to relive it.""She was

mine. She wore my mark. You had no right to take her from me." Blaze tries to take over, but I

manage to keep him under control. This f**ker will not have an easy death and if my wolf

takes control he'll simply rip his throat out.

"That mark was long gone before I met her, but even if it was there it wouldn't have mattered. She was never yours. She was always meant to be mine. The goddess chose her for me. We

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had ten years of happiness before you took her from me." watch him pale because he thought this was purely about him claiming her before she met me. "Barrett, I have done many things I'm not proud of, but I did not kill Abigale," he says. My growl shakes the walls. I allow my aura to flow from me, and he drops to his knees. He may be of Alpha blood, but he is

weak.

"You will not let her name pass your lips in my presence again, or I will rip out your tongue," - the voice, a mix of mine and my wolf's. He whimpers as he lowers his head in submission. No true Alpha would bow so deeply. I wonder if he was bred from one of his father's many whores. If Reese hadn't changed, I would have taken great pleasure in wiping their entire family line from our world.

"Barrett, please" he begs. "Did she plead when you drew the blade across her neck? When she refused you, did you show her any mercy? When she pleaded for our pup's life, did you have a moment of hesitation before you took them both from me?"I can feel my control slipping as I remember returning to our cottage to replace my lifeless mate. I almost laid next to her and let the grief consume me that day, but my wolf wouldn't allow it. He wanted his vengeance.

"You will replace no mercy here, so don't waste your breath. I only wish I could have figured it out sooner. You have been allowed to live while my beautiful mate and pup didn't.""How" he finally manages to croak out. "The witch that led you to our cottage after you told her your sad story about your mate being kidnapped had a vision that showed her the truth. She came to me and the council. The truth always comes out, Orick, even if it takes a long time."

I pull my aura back ready to finally exact my pound of flesh. I'm shocked to see him smile when he finally sits up. "Your right Barrett the little b**ch did plead for us to spare her because of your pup. As if I would let that abomination live. That's what you are, an abomination. A half-breed that should never have been given a place on the council," he says.

"I knew who you were when you joined the council, and I was glad to see you suffering. I knew you were only there to replace your mate's killer. She was mine and if I couldn't have her, neither could you. Do you know how many witches we had to seek out before one was stupid enough

to help us?"

"I had planned to just take her back to the pack and keep her prisoner. My brother would have let me, but she was pregnant with your pup. She betrayed our bond. It didn't matter if she wanted to be or not, she was mine. Would you like to know the last words she said before I

ended her" he asks.

"She looked to the heavens and whispered, "I love you Barrett." She was about to die and instead of offering herself to me, she was whispering her love for you," he says, spittle flying from his mouth. I smile knowing it wasn't my imagination that day when I thought I heard her

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soft whisper before our bond broke. "What the f**k are you smiling about? I just told you I killed 

your mate" he says.

"Her last thoughts were of me and our pup. Not even the threat of death could damper the lov we shared. You didn't win. My pup and mate are safe and happy with the goddess. You, however, are about to beg for death and no one will mourn you." I wave my hand opening the cell door.

He immediately scurries back like the coward he is. His false bravado long gone. I conjure a silver dagger in my hand. His eyes widen and, despite his attempts to move, he's frozen in place. I drive the dagger into his right shoulder. His screams fill the cell. I do the same to his other shoulder. He is pinned to the wall and blood pours from the wounds that the daggers have created. The sizzle of the silver only adds to his torment. "The council would never authorize my torture. Please just end this" he says.

"Didn't you hear Orick? I'm the head of the council and I promise the only order was that you die for your crimes. It is at my discretion the way in which that happens. "I conjure another blade and drag it from his left hip to his knee. His skin bubbles as the silver seeps into his muscles. I can see he is on the verge of passing out. I slap him hard across the face, startling him awake. Blood drips onto the floor from the three wounds that can't heal.

His color is paling, and I know he won't last much longer. As much as I would like to keep him

alive for days, enduring this torture, my mate's sweet voice from the past is telling me to let go. I focus my power on every cell in his body. I can see them start to move so fast it's like a blur. His screams of pain won't last, but I'm glad to hear his suffering in these last moments.

His skin turns bright red as he basically boils from the inside out.

It doesn't take long for his body to turn into a puddle of flesh on the ground at my feet. "That

was very cool, but I could do without the smell." I turn smiling at my niece. "It's a smell you

never get used to. It's probably ten times worse in your condition. 'I step out of the cell and wrap her in my arms. A sense of peace that I haven't had in a very long time washes over me. I lift my head to the heavens, picturing my beautiful mate holding our pup in her arms. "I love

you Abigale. Be at peace that you have your justice."

Simon Orick POV

When I open my eyes I have no idea where the f**k I am. What I do know is I'm tied to a chair in a completely white room. The last thing I remember is that pr*ck Barrett dragging a blade through the skin of my leg. I look down and smile when I see the wounds the ba**ard gave me

are all healed. Was it was a f**king nightmare? Am I still asleep in the cell?

A door I didn't even notice opens, and I feel bile rise in my throat. I start to move, but the

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restraints have me firmly in place. "What's the matter, Simon? You look like you've seen a ghost" she says.

"No, no this can't be happening." "Oh, its most certainly happening and the best part is it's going to happen every day for the rest of eternity. Don't worry, though you aren't alone. Your brother will be joining us soon. Tanith isn't quite done with him. Until then, you and I can have a little fun. Isn't that what you used to say to me? Don't worry Simon, I won't be gentle. I know how much you like it rough," Abigale says.