Alpha King's Brutal Love

Chapter 43

Farrell's POV

It took me a great deal of time to fall asleep. But I know I am dreaming once I see Aylee smile at me. She smiles at me that way only when I am sleeping and when she is in my dreams.

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"Says the one who tricked me!" Aylee scoffs, making me laugh and pull her closer to me.

"Well, you started it first, mate" I tell her and she sticks her tongue out, knowing very well that she lost the banter and I won.

"So you really went ahead and made yourself a potion with the qualities that I mentioned? That was so unfair, Farrell" she says and my name never sounded this sweet.

My name is my favorite sound but only when it comes from her.

"Well, what can I say? Your mate always wins the game," I say and she rolls her eyes.

I pull Aylee closer to me and she is just staring into my eyes with an emotion I always wanted to see in her eyes. Love. The fondness.

"My wolf says she likes Lyon," Aylee says.

It's been great ever since she shifted. She got her wolf. She realized I am her mate. And the war came to a halt. We claimed each other by marking each other in front of our armies.

Things have been really great. Almost too good that I often feel like this is just a dream.

"My wolf likes your wolf too. Like I like you," I tell Aylee and she smiles.

"Just like?" She asks and I chuckle.

"Love," I pause and lean closer to her,"I love you"

"I love you too," she says as we kiss each other.

Her fingers slip into my black slightly curly hair and I push her to the wall, pressing my body into hers. She moans a little only fuelling me to kiss her harder.

She groans as I slip my hand into her tunic, and -

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"Bad dream?" Katherine asks me, as soon as I open my eyes.

I don't know for how long she was awake and it's not even the time for the sun to rise. I look at her and shake my head telling her that it's not such a bad dream and that it's fine.

She nods and plops on the bedsheet she called her bed.

"Why are you still awake?" I ask her and she doesn't answer me.

"I thought your job was to do as I say. How would I trust you if you don't even answer me?" I ask her again and she turns to my side and lifts her head up to look at me just for a second.

She points to her belt and then places her finger on her lips. I don't know what that means but I signal her if that's okay for me to take her belt away even if it's for a second.

She signals she doesn't know what would happen if she did, because no one of her friends did too. But we took the risk anyway. I can cover up for her saying I was the one who asked her to remove that. And she did. Once she removed the belt around her neck, that's when I saw there was something inside. Something that looked like a crystal that's been digging into her flesh all the while.

Katherine puts the belt outside for a minute and walks back in.

"That stone helps the supernatural board listen to all the conversations. If they knew I was answering to you like you wished, the punishment would be a death sentence," Katherine tells me.

What kind of a f****d up rule is that? And who the hell is even coming up with all this s**t?

"Put that belt in Sebastian's tent and let them hear his snores and moans," I tell Katherine and she just stares at me but when I raise my eyebrows at her, that's when she understood that I was serious and it's an order.

She did as told and came back with no belt. I asked her to sit with me but she chose to sit on the floor instead of on the bed with me. Even with or without the belt, she is acting like a slave but a slave who is slowly breathing normally like we all do.

"So why are you still awake?" I ask her once again and she shrugs this time.

"I slept but your hard breathing woke me up," she says and I recall the dream again.

"Was it a bad dream?" She asks me and I shake my head at her. I don't know how to tell her about it when she doesn't even understand the situation that I am in right now.

"A dream I want to be true so bad. But a dream that would forever stay a dream," I tell Katherine and she might probably think I am so messed up inside out.

"What do you mean by you've seen worse?" I ask her, pointing towards the wounds she has all around her neck and she shrugs like it's no big deal.

"We had to endure far worse things than just a belt restricting the amount of air we breathe," Katherine tells me. I don't want to imagine what she meant by that and thankfully she doesn't give more details about it either.

"So you don't know what race you belong to?" I ask her again and she shakes her head, once again with a shrug. I noticed that something she does a lot.

"I don't know. Like I said, I don't remember anything other than getting trained to be a slave to the members of the supernatural board," she says again.

I notice her fingers are slightly webbed and the tip of her ears are twisted. Maybe that could give us a lead on who she can be. Once we find the race, it will be even easier to find out who she is or help us track her family.

Arya found a new home. And I would do it for Katherine as soon as I tale the entire supernatural board under my control like I originally planned.

"Your ears might help us. We should find what race has twisted ears," I tell her with a smile but she doesn't smile. Katherine never smiles. The only time I saw her doing something remotely close was when she looked at her friend who is Ken's slave, and her eyes twinkled just a little bit telling her friend that she's in good hands. I wish I could keep it that way.

"My ears aren't twisted because of my race," she says and now I am even more intrigued to know more about her. Then who the heck is she and why are her ears like that? Does that mean her webbed fingers don't mean anything too?

"I got this as a punishment when I didn't bleed the first time my trainer had s*x with me," she says.

And I wanted to vomit right then and there with the amount of disgust I felt as soon as I heard what she said. What the f**k! Is that even real? Are there people like that still alive?

I look at Katherine silently touching her own ears and wincing a little. I didn't know every part of hers had something she had to endure. Parts of her are still enduring like the belt she always has wrapped around her neck.

Women don't bleed all the time, even though it's their first I heard through Meghan. She was all about saving herself for her love but two years ago something happened to her that broke her and she later revealed she slept with a man. Sebastian asked her how it was and one detail led to another and that's how I got to know.

"But-"

"I know. It was my first time with or without the two drops of blood. But I couldn't talk against him and live. So I had to endure the ear clipping phase for three years until my ears eventually gave up the assault on them," she says.

I don't want to ask her anything. I know that the more I ask her about things, the more I start to feel disgusted that I am a member of such a society. Maybe Ken is the only sensible one in that entire clan. I saw him share his food with his slave so I guess he might not be bad or treat his slave like a slave.

"But I did learn a lot of techniques on how to pleasure men. Maybe I could be of help if you need me," Katherine says when I wasn't getting back to sleep but I just shook my head at her.

She nods and eventually gets back to sleep. This time, I noticed she fell asleep in just seconds. I guess she finally understood the weight of not having something around her neck.

But why do I feel like I have something around my neck now? The burden of rejection. The burden of having the board of supernaturals under control. The burden of an impending war.

I originally planned on taking the board of supernaturals under control just because I was power hungry. But now I see an entirely different point of view. I need to be the superior to make people listen to me. And once they start listening to me, that's when I will be capable of changing many systems including the slave system. I need to bury it so deep that no other leader after me would be able to find that such things even existed.

I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. And before I even had some time to think if I was doing the right thing by deciding to wage a war against The Moon Set Pack, the letterman arrived with a letter from Meghan and a team with two cannons.

The people who brought the huge cart with cannons almost passed out the moment they reached the destination. The sun is about to rise and my men are slowly starting to wake up.

Sebastian wakes up just a few minutes after the cannons arrive and he kisses each of them and says they are the beauties that's going to help us win the war. They are indeed two beauties but I don't know if I want to win the war. I don't know if Aylee is going to change her mind. I know I am just stupid to even think and consider it as a possibility but I can't seem to stop loving her just like that.

She loved that warrior guy even after knowing she was my mate.

And I guess I love her even though she doesn't want anything to do with her mate.

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Aylee's POV

I see the entire army in front of me and I don't know who my mate is. Could that be one of the soldiers? Last night when I was with Colton I saw Farrell's soldiers march back to the camp. Could it be one of them?

My eyes frantically searched for everyone behind Farrell that I didn't even notice I already extended my hand towards Farrell for a handshake.

And that's when the sparks finally said it all. My mate wasn't a man in his army. But himself.

Farrell is my mate. Alpha Farrell of The Nightfall Pack is my mate. The one with the darkest eyes to ever exist and the black curly hair that's glorious.. is my freaking mate.

I unblock Nadia and hear her whimper. I guess blocking is new to her too but there is a first to everything right? And this is her first.

"Mate," she says in the back of my mind and I look at Farrell, our hands still holding each other's hands in the handshake.

The sparks are so intense they are almost making me feel dizzy. I pull away from his handshake and look at Sebastian who is just glaring at me. Oh it's okay. He never liked me anyways. If he comes to know I am Farrell's mate, he will loathe me even more.

I look to Farrell's left and I see a girl. Someone I didn't see before. She looks like she could be of Arya's age but she looks so different from all of us.

She is staring at me, her eyes rarely blinking. I might have blinked ten times before she blinked once. Her fingers at the tip are twisted and she has a leash around her neck. I look at her hands and they look like they are slightly webbed and her legs are too slender to be of werewolf race ones.

I look at Farrell again and his eyes are on me. If he is my mate, then that means he might have seen me kissing Colton last night. I don't know how to handle the situation now that I know Farrell is my mate. I don't even know if it changes anything.

He is still the same Farrell who conquered all the packs and ruthlessly killed many Alphas. He is the same Alpha Farrell who will kill me too, if that's what he wants. If my pack is what he wants, then it wouldn't even make him think twice before he took it. Even though the Alpha of the pack was his mate.

So I guess this is how it is supposed to be. Me vs him. Only one is supposed to live and that will be him. There is no way in hell my pack is going to win this with the little army that we have.

For God's sake his team of archers are more than my entire pack's population.

My gaze falls on Farrell and his eyes are on me. It feels like the first time again. The first time I saw him and wondered what it would be like to kiss him. To have him hold me and to lick his abs and taste him at the tip of my tongue.

I guess all those thoughts are because of my mate bond with him. My subconscious was trying to tell me that he was the one for me but I deliberately didn't care because in my head, he is the reincarnation of death. I still stand by the point.

"I see you waited for Cannons till now," I say and Farrell doesn't reply. He is just staring at me. With no emotion on his face. He has a straight face and I look at Sebastian.

Even Sebastian is looking at Farrell. The way he is wondering why his Alpha isn't saying a word is telling me something. That Farrell didn't tell anyone that he is my mate. He didn't tell a soul that we both are mates.

I don't know if it's to protect me or to protect himself from the embarrassment though. He is the Alpha who conquered all packs but mine. And I am an Alpha to the smallest packs ever. Anyone would think I was a no match for him and it only adds up to my point on why he still wants to wage a war against me and on my pack.

"Yes. I was waiting for them to arrive and stalled you and your plans in the process," Farrell finally speaks.

And I guess it's the mate bond but even the way he is talking to me, is having its effect. I know I have to fight it before it engulfs me all over and makes me go soft for him.

All my life I looked up to my father and thought that men will be like that. That it's how men act. That's why I never wanted a mate. I know I couldn't handle watching my mate be with another girl that too right in front of my eyes. That's why I chose Colton.

And now I see that my mate is no one but Alpha Farrell. Everyone knows that witch Meghan and him had a thing going on. And that they both would wed eventually. Not just that but he has another girl of a different race right beside him. I am not even kidding when I say this, but she looks like she could kill me in a second and hand my head to Farrell.

"I guess we could talk about the final round of negotiations before the war begins," Farrell says and I nod, involuntarily.

"After all, I have several packs to run and I don't seem to find time to watch sobby plays," he says again and I am not sure what he is implying. Sobby play. Could that be the kiss he saw yesterday by the pond? Oh what would he call when he knows Colton and I did far more than just kissing or me wearing his shirt.

But I don't say anything. Maybe he didn't even mean that and maybe I am overreacting. Or maybe I subconsciously want him to overreact for the kiss.

I guess he is the same as my father. Someone who doesn't want a mate.

If he wanted a mate, he could have told me that we were mates. But he toyed with me. He brought his army here and camped right in front of my pack. Heck, he is even standing here before me with his army and cannons ready to kill me and take my pack over.

But all I do is nod at him, and ask him to talk first before the negotiations start. I know negotiations are just a formality at this point. Who would wait and talk when the cannons are already loaded and ready to be fired?

"My entire army is here. So it's only fair for yours to be here. Or at least the few ones who represent it. It's the final negotiation so what's the harm in them hearing it?" Farrell asks me again.

I look at Rowan and he shrugs, leaving the decision to me. I think for a minute before nodding at him and he is mindlinking for the army heads to walk out and stand behind me. I turn around to look at Colton and his eyes are on me.

I smile faintly at him, and he smiles back. I turn around to face Farrell again and I see him clench his jaw. His eyes fall on Colton and then on me. The way he is looking at me, is giving me goosebumps all over my skin and not the good kind. The scary kind.

And finally, I see Arya walk out of the gate and I am surprised to see her walk towards me.

"I am sorry but I have to stay loyal to my Alpha," she says and I smile at her. But I kissed her cheek before she went to Farrell and stood behind him along with Sebastian who gave her an awkward smile. Wow, apparently Sebastian knows how to smile. And I think I have seen enough for this lifetime.

"I guess you all know me and you all know her too," Farrell talks to my army heads and they don't even answer him. Not even a mere nod and I don't know if it's the right time to feel proud.

"And you know my Beta Sebastian and your Beta Rowan too," he says again. Rowan and I exchange glances and then I shift my gaze towards Farrell again.

My wolf is whispering still. She says I am making a mistake and I don't know how it is a mistake when he isn't saying a word to me too. I am not the only one at fault here. Farrell is not even talking to me.

"And who is he?" Farrell asks me, as he points towards Colton and I know why he is interested in knowing about Colton. The kiss he saw last night.

"I am Colton, Alpha. The pack's warrior," Colton says and I slightly shake my head at Farrell.

"Pack's warrior? That's nice," Farrell smirks at Colton and then at me, my heart is already racing at what his next comment would be.

"So you might be good at war skills. Or mere sports," Farrell says again and Colton looks at me confused before looking at Farrell again.

"Would you catch a knife if I threw it at you?" Farrell asks Colton and I take a step forward ready to object but Colton answers before I have a chance to defend him.

"Alright then. It's silver so be careful," Farrell said as he threw his silver knife high up in the air and my eyes were on it and Colton who was walking forward to catch it before it fell on the ground.

I guess we are all so invested in finding out if Colton will be able to catch that or not, and we totally missed a crucial step that Farrell took.

He quickly pulled out another silver knife that he hid in his armor and threw it straight at Colton.

And before I realized, it struck Colton's heart making him fall on the ground.