His Rejected Mate

Chapter 4: Remo’s POV

TW: Murder/ Torture/ Dark thoughts.

Remo's POV

"Motherfücker!" Christian yelled slamming his fist on the table.

I looked at him with a passive expression. He always let his emotions control him.

Emotions. I laughed.

"Control yourself Christian." I said calmly. Looking at Maddox. That piece of shït always have a haunted look in his eyes.

"One day your anger will get you killed." Maddox glared at him.

"What do you want me to do then huh?" He massaged his temple. "You will let him live? Roam this earth as if he didn't do anything." He was clenching his fists ready to punch someone.

"We have to be prepared more for him. We can't act on impulse." Maddox glared at him. "Do you think you were the only one who wants him dead?"

Maddox, my third in command is a psychopath. All three of us are monsters, but he has this look in his eyes that makes everyone s**t their pants.

We built this empire. We killed, slaughtered and destroyed so we could climb up until we became who we are. Being the only Lycan helped, but it costed us so much.

We love chaos so we make sure to be present for them.

Whatever rumor spread about us is true. People fear us because we have no limits.

That's why we have never found our mates. Our actions were so heinous, the moon goddess thinks she's better than us so she didn't pair us with anyone.

Which is better. I don't need a weak girl to bare. I am good like this. Leading the royal pack gives me enough headache.

"We have to leave in an hour to reach black pearl's pack." Christian's mood changed and he smiled sadistîcally, which I reciprocated. Maddox stayed neutral.

"They are going to behead someone. Imagine the thrill of seeing the head rolling on the floor." Christian laughed.

Moody bästard. How the fück does he go from being angry to having the joy of his life?

"You are crazy." Maddox shook his head.

"King!" A guard hollered knocking on my office's door.

"Come in." I boomed and the door opened as a guard entered.

"The little rat has been captured." He said.

"No fücking way! This is the best day of my life." Christian continued laughing, his eyes sparkling with pure sadïsm.

The three of us stood up and headed to the dungeons. What's better than killing for sport?

The blood gives me a thrill I can't find anywhere. Bathing in the blood of my victims makes me hard as fück.

"Well what do we have here?" I smiled widely looking in Henry's eyes.

This son of a bïtch is a useless pack member, that I will gladly rid the pack of.

It is in the nature of werewolves to kill to survive, but we do it for the love of killing. Some will say that we are deranged, but I say that we embrace our nature better than all of those fückers that stay under us just because they are cowards.

"Remo-"

"I'm your fücking king! You never address me with my first name motherfücker." I punched him hearing the satisfying sound of his nose bones crushing under my fist.

"King I didn't do anything!" Henry tried pathetically.

"I believe you." I say.

"Really?" His eyes gleamed with hope, which I love to crash.

"No. Strap him to the table." I ordered and both Christian and Maddox untied him.

Christian can do it alone but we were in a hurry. And I need my daily dose of blood fast.

"Give me the knife."

"Already? Dämn! I thought we will have some fun beforehand." Christian grumbled handing me my favorite knife.

"I would have played a bit, but we have somewhere to be." I replied.

Henry was shivering and on verge of crying. I love this look on them. The smell of their fear fills my head and it's like a drug.

"Any last words Henry?" Maddox taunted.

"P-please!" He screamed.

"Should have thought about the consequences of your betrayal bïtch." Christian patted his head.

I smiled putting the knife under Henry’s neck and started opening his chest while his screams died down, as his heartbeats slowed. I pushed my hand inside his chest and pulled his heart from its place. His eyes looked at me lifeless, devoid of any light.

“Didn’t feel like torturing him much.” I shrugged.

I looked at his filthy heart with fascination. The arteries were still clutched to it dripping with his blood. My clothes were bloodied but I enjoyed the view.

“Take this heart to the town square.” I threw it on the floor. “Get rid of the body.”

Christian’s POV

Remo always says that Maddox is the psychopath, with the haunted look in his eyes, but the bästard doesn’t look in the mirror. His grey eyes becomes as black as his soul when he kills someone. He was always fascinated with the hearts and loves to take them out.

Which isn’t creepy at all if you ask me. I fascinate p*****s but oh well. Everyone have preferences.

“Well I am not touching that.” I said disgusted pointing at the heart.

I like blood, and I like being messy when I kill someone, but I hate touching their organs.

“I will take a shower and meet you at the entrance.” Remo said leaving the dungeons.

His voice was monotonous. As if a robot was talking to us. No emotions can be showed on his face or in his voice tone. He always mocked me when I show a sliver of emotion. And it’s always anger because why the fück not?

An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, which is a first. I frowned about the feeling but ignored it. What the fück would make me uneasy?

Nothing at all.

“He’s becoming better with each passing day. He doesn’t have his episodes anymore.” I say as Maddox and I headed to the kitchen.

Maddox grunted.

“Let’s go.” Remo was dressed already, his hair was still wet.

We followed him silently to the car. We know better than to engage him in a conversation now.

As we pulled up to the borders, Remo stiffened clenching his fists and growling. His wolf was on verge of bursting out and lash out on the pack members.

And they say I am the uncontrollable one! Pieces of shït.

The reasons to his sudden anger was unknown, especially that he’s the most collected one between the three of us.

He got out of the car as fast as he can and walked to the big mansion in the middle of the forest, which is most probably the pack house.