Alpha King's Brutal Love

Chapter 42

Farrell's POV

"First thing after sunrise, I am going to negotiate with Alpha Aylee," I tell my army and Sebastian doesn't look pleased with what I just said.

"And if things don't go our way," I pause and look at everyone,"we are going to wage a war"

While walking into the pack, I take a quick glance at Katherine and she looks at me for the first time with her eyes silently telling me that I am about to make the biggest mistake.

I don't pay attention to the screams anymore, as I lay on the mattress that's not too soft anymore.

She knows.

She knows.

She knows that she has her mate around her and she didn't even bother glancing at me. She was so eager to kiss that ugliest man I had ever seen and she seemed happy with him.

So the answer is clear. She doesn't want me. She doesn't even want a mate. If she did, she would have at least checked to see who her mate was. She doesn't really care and it shows.

I close my eyes, but I can't seem to sleep. My thoughts are all about her and I don't know why she doesn't want a mate. I cannot stay here and wait for her anymore. Because in my mind, the war was supposed to stop as soon as she found out she was my mate. And that we would be united through the mate bond and I wouldn't even have to wage a war against her and her pack.

But I can't stay longer with my army here and with war nowhere in sight. At the end of the day, I need to get back to my pack. Meghan is taking care of everything but I know even she cannot do that perfectly all the time. She needs me. I should be there for my pack and all the other packs that are now under me as well.

I open my eyes when I feel Katherine's presence through her scent. She has a couple of blankets and a pillow in her hands. And she is spreading one right beside my bed.

"What are you doing?" I ask her and she looks at me, shrugging.

"Making myself a bed to sleep," she tells me again.

"By making a bed you mean, spreading a blanket and calling that as a bed?" I ask her and she just stares at me for a while.

This is the first time she is staring at me. She is usually trained not to meet my eyes. But I guess she is finally starting to understand that I have nothing to do with the slave thing and I would treat her as my friend if she is willing to be one.

"Go outside and the tent right next to mine is Sebastian's. Go tell him that I'm calling," I say and she bows to me before walking out.

I should get rid of that belt around her neck. It's giving everyone away that I brought her here as a pet and not as a girl who has a life. I have noticed the way men in my army stare at Katherine.

I waited for her to come back and sure as hell, she came back with Sebastian who was asking her all sorts of questions. The one he was asking just before entering my tent was if she knows how to sleep.

"Sebastian," I say sitting up from my bed and he is still staring at Katherine, trying to understand what creature she is. She looks like one of us but something about her is different. Maybe it's the slightly webbed fingers that she has or ears slightly twisted towards the tips.

"Katherine is going to sleep here in my tent from now on. Ask someone to fetch a spare mattress," I tell him and he looks at me.

"I guess she is your slave. Isn't she supposed to do all that?" He asks and I let out a low growl.

"Now don't get all wolf on me. That's what it is. Her leash says it all and she is about to sleep on the floor if this is what I think it is," Sebastian says as he points towards the spreaded out bedsheet by Katherine. She is staring at it too, partially because she needs to look at something to focus.

"And if I do make her a nice comfortable bed here, people are going to talk about it, Farrell. You are one pack away from being the King. Trust me you don't want to spread rumors about it now that we are so close," Sebastian says again.

"Oh, remind me again, how does a girl sleeping on the floor beside my bed sound like a rumor? Pretty fantastic, isn't it?" I smirk at him and Katherine finally looks up to see me, and then at Sebastian.

Without saying another word she silently places her pillow on one side of the bedsheet, throws another over her body and gets to sleep already.

Sebastian and I exchange glances. He doesn't say anything other than good night, and then a strange stare at Katherine whose eyes are closed. He leaves the tent in silence.

I fall back on my bed and turn to my left, and towards the edge of the bed to see Katherine with her eyes open but she is thinking about something deeply.

I didn't realize that the belt had small pointy sharp things that are digging into her flesh since she is sleeping.

"You are hurting," I whisper and she looks at me, then follows my gaze to the belt around her neck. She noticed its bleeding but there was not even a wince or a reaction.

"I didn't know," she whispered back

"How would you not know when something is digging into your flesh and making you bleed?" I ask her because the more I spend time with her, the more intriguing she actually is.

Katherine doesn't answer to that. She is just staring at the roof of the tent. And I realized that she just needs to look at something and focus on it for longer periods of time so she wouldn't accidentally make eye contact with me.

"You do know that you can talk to me, right?" I asked her and even then, she didn't answer to me.

I gave up eventually. And slept straight, staring at the roof of the tent as well. My tent is orange color. But it's appearing to be brown because of all the dirt it picked up for the last few days we are here.

I close my eyes and try sleeping even though I know I cannot sleep. There is less than five hours left for the sun to rise. And I don't know what's going to happen. Yet, I ordered my men that we'll be leading the war tomorrow.

The canons will reach by sunrise, Sebastian told me earlier. So I guess they are arriving just in time too.

You know what hurts me more? Not the fact that Aylee is in love with him. But the fact that she is doing everything in her capacity to protect him from me.

I instantly recognised the scent. His scent is the one I always found on her. So she had always been with him when he was inside her pack.

"Worse things existed," Katherine whispers, and I open my eyes to look at her.

She is already staring at me. I don't know what reference she somehow picked up when she said worse things existed. But I just nodded, not wanting to ask her more about it.

"That's why these things don't even seem harmful," Katherine says again, pointing to her belt that looks like it's choking her to death.

The more time I spend in her presence, the more I am intrigued because of her. By her.

Katherine closes her eyes and slowly drifts off to her sleep. She reminds me of Arya in a few ways. Limited words. Fiercely loyal to her work. The age. The softness in voice. They would become friends if they ever met each other.

Thinking of it, I wonder whose side Arya is going to be on if there is a war tomorrow. I wouldn't mind even if she takes Aylee's side. As much as Aylee betrayed me as a mate, I guess she did right by Arya by taking her in and treating her as own family.

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't sleep. I usually would have gone to run to that pond but now I am not sure if I'll ever see that pond and not think of what I saw earlier.

I shut my eyes forcefully and pray to Moon Goddess to keep Aylee away from my dreams. Just for tonight.

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Aylee's POV

Once I am done kissing Colton, I turn around to see if my mate is still here. The lingering scent tells me that he was here but not anymore. But I also see the enemy army troop led by Sebastian return to the base.

I guess they found Farrell then. Which is a great thing, however. Maybe deep down I don't want to feel like I'm the one responsible for things if they hadn't found him late. I don't want to be the one who deliberately stalled the entire search party just so I could win the war which is not me at all.

"Your wolf is beautiful," Colton says and I smile, holding his hand in mine. There are no sparks but it will do too. It's not like sparks are everything.

"Let's get back before someone sees you like this," Colton says again.

We both walk towards the pack borders and luckily almost everyone is already asleep.

"How about you crash at my place for the night?" Colton asks me, when he notices the lights are off at my place and I raise my eyebrow at him.

"We both know what we are going to do if we stay together," I tell him, with a smirk.

"Yeah. Maybe finish off what we started before the girl who looks like a boy interrupted us earlier," Colton says and sometimes I don't like how he just talks about people as if they are not people. He basically mocks them just because they are them and aren't impersonating someone else.

"Her name is Arya, Colton" I tell him and he huffs giving the whole 'so what' kind of attitude.

There are only a few things I don't tolerate in Colton and this is one of those things. I debated if it's okay for me to spend the night with him. I have many reasons to spend the night with him and many reasons not to, as well.

I stand before my home and look at Colton. He understands the point and leans to kiss me. He is finally growing confident. Usually he would make sure no one was watching us before he kissed me but I guess now that I am an Alpha with a wolf, which means I am major by werewolf standards.. he is finally free with me.

My family was sleeping sound by the time I went back home so I silently left my room and took a shower before falling on my bed.

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"Says the one who tricked me!" I scoff at him and he only laughs back at me. As if that's the biggest joke, but all my anger melts when he pulls me closer to him. "Says the one who tricked me!" Aylee scoffs, making me laugh and pull her closer to me.

"Well, you started it first, Aylee," Farrell says. And I know that he is right. Yet, I don't want to accept defeat even if it's a banter like this. So I stick my tongue out making him chuckle as he looks at me.

"So you really went ahead and made yourself a potion with the qualities that I mentioned? That was so unfair, Farrell" she says with a pout, hoping he would fall for the cute act but still he doesn't.

"Well, what can I say? Your mate always wins the game," he tells me, making me roll my eyes. He calls every man egocentric when he is the most egocentric of all.

"My wolf says she likes your wolf," I tell Farrell, making him smile and look at me with eyes full of love. Something no one did for me. Not even my mother. Not even Colton.

Colton. Oh s**t Colton. I know this is a dream and I know that I should wake up. Because I have a lover and he is Colton. I cannot cheat on him. There is no f*****g way I am cheating on Colton.

"My wolf likes your wolf too. Like I like you," Farrell tells me and I see a smile on my face. A wide one.

Oh no. No no no no no. Don't smile. Don't smile. He is not your lover and this is a dream. They say dreams are often what our subconscious self always ever thought of or wanted deep down. And I am ashamed that I am thinking of someone else this way and not Colton.

"Just like?" I ask him back and why the heck am I even flirting with him?

"Love," he pauses and leans closer to me,"I love you"

"I love you too," I tell Farrell as we kiss each other.

My fingers slip into his black slightly curly hair and he pushes me to the wall, pressing his body into mine. I moan a little only fuelling him to kiss me harder.

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I woke up with a jolt. The same dream again. I don't know why I am still dreaming about Farrell. It's like this has had this electric effect on me ever since I saw him for the first time! Oh how embarrassing it actually is for me to be thinking about how it would feel if I was licking his abs and that was on our first meeting itself.

"Oh wow. That's new," I hear my Wolf's voice and I momentarily forgot that I have a wolf now. I don't know how to block her yet completely but I guess I'll have to ask mom or dad about it.

I stand at the window watching the sun about to rise. I have a wolf now. I have a mate. And my mate could be anyone. From my enemy camp or someone just passing by. It could even be a Rogue and I wish it was a Rogue.

Rogues take rejection easily. Because Rogues are people who do not belong to any pack. They don't have a set of rules. They wander and they don't stay attached to a place or a person. It's easier for them to reject people and get it done with at the end of the day.

There is a knock on the door and it's just the time for the sunrise. What emergency could someone possibly have for them to knock the door at this hour? I yell at them to come in nonetheless and see it's Rowan. He looks like he just got out of bed and came straight here.

"Alpha Farrell is standing in front of the gates," he says and the same old drama every single day. I am tired of us stalling this and I don't know what else I can do to protect my pack from his dangerous glare.

"What now?" I ask Rowan again and he looks a little serious this time.

"He is standing, with his army behind him. Including the cannons that arrived just an hour ago," Rowan says again and with that, we both are almost running towards the border gates to see what it's about.

Through the cracks of the gates, I see that he is indeed standing with his entire army behind him. That's not even his whole army and they are still outnumbering mine. We don't have cannons either.

I look at Rowan and he is scanning the army. I need to come up with an idea. I f*****g need to stall. I have sent various letters to so many Alphas asking for help. Of course the ones who are alive are only alive because of Farrell's mercy so there is no way in hell they would turn against him.

"What can we do now?" I ask Rowan and he shakes his head.

I sent Farrell a message through one of my men that I will be there in a few minutes. I asked Rowan and everyone else to shower and talk to their family members about the condition. And then to meet me here.

No one says a word as they run to their houses. Even the guards understood the situation now. We don't stand a chance against Farrell. I mean, have you seen his army? We could keep fighting all day and not even ten percent of his army men would be killed or injured.

I walked straight to Colton's house first and saw he was still sleeping. How is he even pack's warrior when he doesn't know the kind of danger that awaits right outside the borders. Not even danger. Death. Farrell is death himself.

I wake Colton up and tell him about the situation outside the borders.

"I told you!!" Colton screams out of blue and I narrow my eyes in confusion. What did he tell me?

"He is bad news, Aylee. That was why I warned you not to go to his birthday party," Colton says and I wish he could hear how ridiculous he sounds right now but I only suppress it for now, because I have bigger problems to deal with.

"So you are saying we came till here just because I attended the party where I didn't even talk to him by the way," I say with a sarcastic smile that might have irritated Colton if he wasn't almost shitting in his pants because of the fact that we might all die in a few hours from now.

I stand on my toes and kiss him first. Colton reluctantly kisses me back and I turn around to walk to my family.

At my home, everyone including Arya is awake. I guess the news has spread by now and my father looks like he is feeling all the guilt ever existed in this world. But he should know that this was inevitable. This is a werewolf world. Death is the most common thing that could ever happen to us.

"You are free to choose what side you take, Arya. I wouldn't blame you if you took Farrell's side. It was him who put his differences with me aside just so you could have a better life," I tell her and she just nods.

"I guess the last two days were the most cherished in my life. I had my family and it was complete. Something I always wanted and longed for," I whisper with my throat tightening with each word that I speak.

My father stands up from the couch and pulls me closer. Something he did for the first time and I don't fight the sadness anymore. I cry out loud, as I throw my arms around him.

"I am sorry I came back to you late," he whispers and I don't say anything as I hug my mom too.

We all took a shower in our rooms and walked to the borders where everyone was already waiting. And by everyone not just my pack's army but the entire pack. Including the Omegas.

"We are all ready to fight as well, Alpha" an Omega Cynthia says and I smile at her.

"I appreciate all of you for taking courage and joining me in this war. I can't tell you how happy I am to be the Alpha to you all. And if today would be my last day so, I just wanted to let you all know," I pause because my throat is seriously feeling so heavy and I cannot seem to form words. Oh is this how every werewolf feels like when they know their death is coming?

"Let you all know that it's been an honor of mine. To meet you all in this lifetime and if there is another life time or extended life time.. I would love to spend more time with you again and again. You guys are the best," I tell them and they all smile at me.

"I love you," I whisper towards Colton that grabbed everyone's attention and to my surprise he said it back not caring that all the eyes are now on him. The old Colton would have acted like it wasn't meant for him.

"But first, Alpha Farrell wanted me and my beta to walk out and negotiate with him. So I'll get back with what he has to say," I tell my people and they all agree before the gates are slowly being lowered.

Rowan and I get out. Rowan momentarily holds my hand and squeezes making me smile at him.

And then it hits me again. The strong scent of my mate. It's slowly starting to feel impossible not to take that in. 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.