Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Beast

Alpha Kaelthar Frostclaw

Chapter Two

Kaelthar

The day of reckoning is here, they day I had been anticipating for three years is here, like a tempest on the horizon, a maelstrom of malevolence that will consume them whole.

The time for planning was over. Now, it was time for action, time for revenge. I would watch them burn, and I would relish every second of it. This was my promise to my sister, to myself: they would never forget the day they made me their enemy. They would pay, and they would pay dearly.

Oh! How great it’s going to be.

Revenge was all I could think of, all I could taste, all that I lived for. It burned in my veins like wildfire, consuming every rational thought until all that was left was the hunger to see them suffer as my sister had suffered. The pain they inflicted on her, the torture they put her through—there was no escaping what was coming. They had taken something precious from my sister, something they had no right to touch, and now they would learn the true meaning of fear.

Those wretched, insignificant speck, they think they can dance with the devil himself and emerge unscathed? Never! I'll shatter them into a thousand pieces, like a fragile, feeble-minded doll, and delight in their despair.

Forgiveness? Ha! A weakness for the timid and feeble-hearted. The word was foreign to me, a concept for the weak, for those too afraid to take what was owed to them. I don't forgive, I annihilate. I don't pardon, I punish. And my vengeance will be a spectacle, a masterpiece of destruction, a symphony of suffering that will echo through eternity.

Oh! They’ll beg for mercy, but it will be too late. The die has been cast, the wheels are in motion, and their doom is sealed. I'll make them an example, a cautionary tale of what happens when you dare to trifle with me.

They'll be the poster child for my wrath, a testament to the terror that I inspire.

Oh, the agony I'll inflict upon them! And I’ll swirl in the beauty of watching them gnash their teeth in pain.

The great sheer, unadulterated torture I’m going to bestow upon them! They'll be begging for death, pleading for the sweet release of oblivion. But it will be denied to them.

I could see them now, huddled together in their pathetic little home, thinking they were safe, thinking they had won. Fools. They had no idea the storm that was coming for them. The men in their family would fall first. I would crush them to scraps, one by one, bit by bit, until there was nothing left but dust and blood. But the real prize, the real satisfaction, the real revenge, would come from her—the one woman in their family, the one I would make my scapegoat.

I remember when I saw her in the pool of her own blood, at the verge of the death which I had prayed for every woman in her clan. I wanted to leave her to die, but no, I'll keep her alive, trapped in a living hell of her family making, forced to endure the unendurable.

Oh! How great it would be to watch her beg for the death she once escaped. How nice it would be to watch her plead for help as life slips away from her.

She would be the key to their destruction, the instrument of my revenge. I would take her, defile her, break her, and mold her into whatever I wanted. She would pay for their sins, for every tear my sister shed, for every moment of agony, and for the lifetime confinement into that wheelchair. I would make her life a living hell, a never-ending nightmare that she could never wake from.

She would beg, eventually. They all do. She would plead for mercy, for an end to the torture. But there would be none. Only when I was satisfied, only when I had taken everything from them, only when I had invaded her body just like the way the men in her family did to my sister, would I consider letting her go.

And when I'm done with her, nothing will remain but the shattered remnants of her pitiful existence. Her mind will be shattered, her body broken, her soul crushed. She’ll be a shadow of her former self, a mere specter of the person she once were.

But even that won't be enough. Oh no, I'll make sure that her legacy is one of shame and ridicule. Hers and her family name will become synonymous with weakness, with cowardice, with folly. And I'll be the one who orchestrates it all, the maestro of their downfall.

I would give them back everything they did to me in multiple folds. Oh! I would mess her up just like her father and brother did to my sister, I would destroy every bit of her existence.

This was the promise I made to my sister years ago, and to myself: they would never forget the day they made me their enemy, the day they did that to my sister.

“Kael,” her soft voice, the only thing that can calm the raging storm within me, whispered in my ear, accompanied by the familiar warmth of her hand on my back.

I turned slowly, my heart pounding with a volatile mixture of rage and sorrow. My sister, Kaia, was condemned to a wheelchair, and would be there for the rest of her life—thanks to the men of Ashenheart family.

Oh! The day of pain and despair when I found her, broken, drowning in the pool of her own blood. Those monsters, those bastards, a man who was old enough to be her father, threatened, forced, abused her, and shattered her body and spirit. They took everything from her, and then they threw her away like garbage, letting a car crush what was left of her.

How vile, how despicable. But they’ll learn what true cruelty is, for they’ve awakened the devil himself. I will do anything it takes to ruin them!

I knelt beside Kaia, taking her hand gently. Each time I see her like this, it reignites the fire of my vow, the promise I made to her when she finally regained consciousness in that hospital bed, after weeks of being out. “Even if it costs me my life, I will make sure every single one of them—and anyone with their blood—pays. I will ruin them and make them cower in fear,” I had sworn to her, and I meant every single word.

“Your breakfast is ready,” she murmured with a smile that was both my solace and my torment.

That smile—the only thing that keeps me tethered to what little humanity I have left, the only thing that has kept me sane. Without it, my life would be a void, filled with nothing but hatred and a burning desire for vengeance. I would have gone insane from the pain of watching my loved ones getting hurt.

I would do anything, anything, to keep that smile on her face. I would lay down my life for it.

When the doctors told me she would never walk again, my world crumbled. Life lost all its meaning. The only thing that kept me going was the promise of retribution. The quest for revenge.

“Why didn’t Iva come herself? Why did she have to trouble you?” I squeezed Kaia’s hand gently.

“I offered to come. She didn’t do anything.” She smiled softly. “You’re all dressed up. Are you going to work?”

I smiled back, though work was the furthest thing from my mind. I wasn’t going to work, but to kickstart my long awaited revenge. “No,” I said calmly, shaking my head. “I’ll tell you everything when I get back.” I knew she wouldn’t approve of the lengths I was willing to go for revenge, but that didn’t matter. Her heart may still be pure, but mine is blackened with the need for justice. Justice in my own way.

“It’s fine,” I whispered, kissing her hand gently before moving to the handle of her wheelchair. “Let me wheel you to the dining.”

“You don’t need to, Kael. Don’t forget, my chair is automatic.” She demonstrated, maneuvering around the room with the press of a button. “See?”

I knew her chair was state-of-the-art—I made sure of it. Everything in this house was designed to give her independence. But sometimes, I just wanted to be there for her, to help her with even the smallest things.

“I just want to help,” I smiled. “You can use my hands instead of the knob this time.” I began to wheel her out.

We reached the escalator—an unusual feature in most homes, but one that was necessary for Kaia’s mobility. It was a belt type escalator that made it easier for her to access the top floor, and I also had a stairs made beside it, believing that someday, my sister would walk again. Even though the doctor said otherwise.

I remembered the architect questioning why I didn’t just place her room on the ground floor, instead of having an escalator built in there. But Kaia always loved being on the top floor, and I would never take that away from her. Not because of her disability. Never.

Everything in this house was built with her in mind, to ensure she could move freely and without restriction. We reached the bottom floor, and I released the chair’s handle.

“Thank you,” she chuckled, wheeling herself toward the dining room.

I joined them at the table.

“Good morning, master,” Iva greeted me, chorused by the other maids.

“Morning,” I replied, downing my coffee in one gulp. I turned to Kaia. “I have a breakfast meeting, so I can’t stay. But I’ll be here for dinner, I promise.” I leaned in to kiss her forehead.

“Have a good day, Kael,” she murmured, returning the gesture.

Kaia is all I have left. My stepbrother Emeric, the one I was also going reduce to nothing, another prey in my revenge story, is the only other living member of our bloodline. We were once a family of six—my father, an alpha of a small pack at the edge of the city; my mother, the woman he loved but never married; his legal wife; and the three of us—Kaia, Emeric, and me.

Though I was the firstborn, my mother’s status as a mistress meant nothing in the eyes of our pack, especially my stepmother, the Luna. The struggle for power began as a rivalry between Emeric and me, but it escalated into bloodshed. My mother was murdered. I watched Emeric kill my mother, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. I was forced to flee with Kaia, hiding from the brother who sought to erase us.

I could have died then, but the thought of vengeance kept me alive, pushing me to building my own pack, my own empire.

When it was finally our time to rise, Kaia was brutally raped and left to die by that monster and his son. The fear she must have felt haunts me, I wanted to put a bullet in each of their heads—but not before I rip them apart piece by piece, and having more bullets in their balls!

I would destroy the one who killed my mother and the one who put my sister in that wheelchair. It was a vow I made to myself, my sister, and to my mother.

I inhaled deeply, steadying myself before turning to Kaia. I waved at her as I left the house. The guards opened the doors as I approached, I didn’t need their protection, but Kaia did.

I got into the car and we zoomed off, with my other guards driving behind me to protect me even though I didn’t need much of their protection. It was a mere formality for me.

Minutes later, we arrived at the home of my greatest enemy, the man I had hunted for years. It was intoxicating to be this close, ready to strike. It felt so great!

One of my guards opened the car door, and I stepped out, adjusting my expensive suit. I had to make a good impression before I began their destruction.

“Alpha K!” Adonis, my most hated foe, greeted me with a smile as he approached.

I closed the distance between us, extending my hand. It was almost surreal, shaking hands with the man I intended to ruin. The thrill of being this close to my target sent waves of dark satisfaction through me. A wicked smile spread across my face as my heart welled up in excitement. I was this close to turning this building into an ocean of blood.

He shook my hand warmly, oblivious to the devil standing before him. “Welcome to my home. Please, come in.”

Imagine welcoming the devil who had been waiting to haunt you into your home. Such a fool!

Oh! How sweet it will be when I turn this home into a tomb. But for now, I’ll play the angel, until it’s time to reveal the demon they’ve unleashed.