Sold To The Demon Alpha
Chapter 23

Roma’s POV

The entire place was silent as I stared at the three bodies covered with white clothes, my hands fisted so that they would not shake. So that they would not throw something in rage. So that they would not form claws. So that my emotions would be tightly reined in. So that the Beast would not surge forth.

Carmen and her twins were dead. I had just seen her days ago and the twins had been so eager to begin training to become sentinels. To be part of the pack warriors. I had made a promise to enlist them first when they turned sixteen in four years.

And now they would never even see their thirteenth birthday.

Carmen would never again bake cakes and share for the pack.

Their lives had been snuffed out by a werewolf hunter.

And he would pay. So help me God he would pay.

“I said it. I said that we should have marched into town and shown these humans who was their superior. I said that we should have declared war. But what did we do? We folded our arms and did nothing. And now they are dead. And we are still going to do nothing.” Carlos yelled as he walked into the room where the bodies were kept and I growled, the force of the sound shaking the entire room and making him stop talking immediately, his eyes looking anywhere but at me.

Shaking my head, I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling b***d rush into my head as thoughts of violence rushed forward. As thoughts of annihilation like Carlos was campaigning for started to sound like a good idea.

g******e was a terrible idea. Not only would we attract the press to Shadow plains, we would be exposing our identity to the world and placing all of the werewolf community in danger which was our number one rule.

To never expose ourselves.

Besides the werewolf hunters who also happened to be a covert society, the humans remained blissfully unaware of our existence.

To the people of Shadow plain, the mountains belonged to the Ruggiero family and they suspected that we were a drug cartel.

That was much better than the truth. And no matter how much Carmen and her sons’ death made me want to burn the world to the ground, I knew that I would be making a mistake to give in to the rage.

But I would avenge their deaths. I swore that I would.

“Where is he?” I asked Raphael as I stepped out of the room, taking a moment to observe a minute of silence for the fallen before I turned to Raphael with brows raised.

Raphael understood that this was not the situation to joke, his face radiating sadness that I didn’t think I was capable of feeling.

All I felt was a deep emptiness within my soul.

All I could let myself feel was a tiny bit of rage.

I needed to be in control.

Or this would be over before it even started.

I needed to be myself when I faced this hunter. Or the Beast would rip him to shreds and I would not even have the pleasure to know what it felt like when he took his last breath.

And I wanted to witness that more than anything.

I wanted to watch him beg for his life.

I wanted to watch him apologize and know that nothing he said would change his fate.

I wanted to hold his heart in my hands and watch it stop beating.

“He is in a holding cell right now.”

“Take him to the West wing. To the dark room.”

Raphael’s face paled and he nodded.

No one ever made it out of the Dark room.

It was where I made sure that I was uninterrupted when I handled those that had offended me and this man had not only offended me. He had taken from me. He had taken from my pack. And he would pay with his life. But first, he would explain how he had snuck past the patrols and entered lands that were prohibited for those that were not invited or lived in the mountains to visit.

By the time I had gotten the instruments that I was going to use on the man, Raphael was securing him to the chair in the room.

“You may leave if you wish.” I told him, my voice cold and inhumane but Raphael didn’t move an inch from where he stood. He didn’t flinch away from me either. He understood why I had to be like this. He understood that no matter what, this man deserved it.

He had killed one of us. He had killed a woman. He had killed children.

Between me and him, he was an even worse monster.

And monsters were the only ones who could get rid of monsters.

Slapping him hard across the face, I waited for him to wake up.

Slapping him hard across the face, I waited for him to wake up.

He opened his eyes groggily, his face swollen from where he had probably been knocked out by one of the sentries who caught him. His weapons had been confiscated and were now examined by Carlos, who was the head of our weaponry.

I hated my brother and he felt the same but on this, we had a silent agreement. No one could come into the pack that was not family. The hunters were the enemy.

The man blinked slowly and his face paled in recognition as he finally noticed me.

“Ruggiero” He stuttered and I grinned, my fangs on full display. There was no need to hide who I was with people like him. And that was what made this fun.

“Hello there. So, tell me everything right now or would you like me to ask questions?”

He shook his head, stuttering and releasing my claws, I dug them into his thigh and he screamed.

Another reason why I loved the Dark room? It was in the West wing which was far away from everything and everyone. No one could hear any screams coming from inside the West wing except they were inside.

“I will tell you everything I know.” He cried, his eyes watering with tears and his body shaking but it didn’t matter. He hadn’t shaken when he killed three of my own.

“I’m listening. Who are you and how did you get into our territory?”

He stuttered again and I could see him pee on his body in fear. I didn’t care that his fear was perhaps the reason why he was not able to get much out. I stuck my fingers into his left eye and plucked out his eyeball and he screamed so loud, I wondered if perhaps I was wrong about the West wing being sound proof.

It didn’t matter though.

Nothing mattered.

He was going to sing like a canary about everything before he died or we were going to stay here all night.

It didn’t take five minutes for him to confess everything he knew, which was a shame because now I had to kill him.

Ripping his heart out, the room became quiet and as I turned to look at Raphael, I saw him looking at the door in surprise.

And when I looked at the door, I saw Aria Ajello staring at me with eyes wide.