Chapter 10
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Kane's POV.
Barely three days since we took over and they'd already formed a rebellion.
Obviously I'd known this would happen, overthrowing their Alpha surely wasn't something any sensible pack would take lying down, but what I was surprised at was how quickly and efficiently they'd managed to form their little resistance.
Unfortunately for them though, I have eyes and ears everywhere, their little gatherings and plans soon reached my ears and in a matter of hours I had the man responsible for trying to bring down the structure I'd worked years to create.
I sigh slowly and rip the bag off the man's head, unsurprised to see the former gamma's face glaring at me.
Such boldness for a man bound to a chair surrounded by four wolves clearly not on his side.
"Gamma Stone…" I started, smiling cruelly at the bashed man.
I'd told my men not to harm him too much, but from the barely healed bruises on his face and the blood dripping down his nose clearly they hadn't listen. Not like it matters anyway, by the time I'm true with him he'll wish I'd left my men to handle him.
"Bastard. Scum," he hisses and from how raspy his voice is I'm sure he's taken a blow or two to the throat.
"Such harsh words to throw at your Alpha," I say, shaking my head in mock disappointment.
Scum, bastard… I'd heard all of it a million times over and yet they sounded strangely pathetic coming from this man. Which is odd, because I've known Gamma Stone half of my life, he was the gamma that served my father and he was one of the quickest to turn against him…
I scoff. And he has the audacity to call me scum?
"You are not my Alpha, and you will never be. I'd much rather die than submit to you!"
I lift an eyebrow. "Trust me I have no intention of letting you leave. But before you go tell me… where are the rest of the scum you work with?"
He bursts out into a loud laughter, staring at me with a maniac look in his bruised eyes. "Do you really think I'm going to tell you Kane? I'd much rather die."
I nod slowly. "And you will," I reach out a hand and let a single claw slide out. His eyes widen but he doesn't show any other signs of fear. It was unusual for wolves to be able to access wolfy features unless they'd shifted, and my ability to lengthen my nails was always met with a scared type of surprise. "But first… tell me where are the rest of the scum you work with?''
He leans forward, straining against the bonds. "Over my dead body."
I smile and nod to the three other men standing behind him. They nod and jump into action two grip him by the shoulders to keep him from moving and the other grabs his hair and tugs it back, he hisses and grinds his teeth. "Do you think a little nicks on my skin will scare me Kane? I'm a Gamma, I've been through far worse!"
I smile knowingly. "Of course Gamma. But I'll have you know I don't intend to leave little nicks on your skin."
That's all I say before I drag a claw down his cheek and for the next half hour all anyone can hear are his screams and pleas before he eventually spits out the names of the eight other people involved in his stupid little coup.
"Find them and bring them to me," I tell Hansel.
The tall, broad shouldered werewolf that I'd put in charge of my own elite team of warriors. Other than my brothers he was the only other person I interacted with, and while I loathed the concept of friendship it wasn't such a horrible tag to use when referring to us.
Hansel nods then strides off, taking two of his men with him.
I look down at my clothes, they're drenched in Gamma Stone's blood and they reek that metallic tinge that blood always manages to give off. I groan at the sight and turn down the hall towards where my rooms are situated.
Other than taking care of Gamma Stone I have a full day's worth of work to attend to, from meetings with various pack officials, whether newly stationed or the former ones we chose to keep to more meetings with my brothers in the evening. It was a busy day and it will be for the next few weeks while we try to find a way to stabilise the pack.
No one said taking over would be easy, but I was beginning to realise it was a whole lot more stress than even the effort it'd taken to plan this.
I slow my steps as I reach the office area suddenly inhaling a whiff of that irritable scent. Lavender and chamomile with a hint of something I just couldn't manage to get enough of. It took me minutes to realise who it was and soon I shoved back the pleasure the scent was bringing me.
It was that b***h.
I grit my teeth and follow the scent further down the hall to the office next to my room. The ones I'd told the maids to clean up so I could use them, when my brothers and I didn't have to meet together anymore.
I did specifically tell them not to have her clean this room. I hated everything about that wench, from the very blood in her veins to the very intoxicating scent that filled my nostrils. I despised her and I certainly didn't want a single trace of her near where I slept. And here she was…
I stood in front of the room for a second, drawing out as much rage as I possibly could. I should turn around enter my room and take a warm bath to finally get this blood off my skin, I should call the Giovanna to get her out of here but… the mate bond lay dormant in my chest, pushing me to open that door and get a glimpse of her, even if it meant that I'd have to insult her again.
Fuck this stupid bond.
I swing open the door prepared to curse her out, but I stop dead in my tracks when I see her on the floor, skin pale as a ghost's and even though I hate the very air that she breathes I can't help the panic that rushes through me.
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