Chapter 104

King Josh POV

A week... It had been a fucking week since my bitch of a mate left. Who in their right mind would leave me? Me?! I was a king, I was basically a God and yet, she left me, she walked away from me as if I was nothing to her... but I knew I was EVERYTHING!

My anger was becoming uncontrollable as the days went by thanks to that bitch. Even I knew that my men were tiptoeing around me, trying their hardest not to bring my rage out any more than it already was.

I just couldn't understand it, I took her away from everything and everyone she knew, I broke her down bit by bit so she would be mine, and still she refused to accept me. I bought her back, I let her see her friends her old life, and still she refused to accept me. I got rid of her mother, the only person besides me that she had left and STILL she refused to accept me. What more could I do? Did I truly have to keep her chained up? Did I really have to break her legs to stop her from leaving me? Did I have to mark her without permission just to keep her with me? No! She was my mate and mine alone. She should want me as much as I wanted her.

Did I love her? No, how could anyone truly love the person who defied their every command? How could I love her after everything she had made me do, i didn't love her, she angered me more than anything else, I did crave her though, I admit I was infatuated with her. Borderline obsessed.

Secretly, if I'm completely honest, I enjoyed the fight she offered, watching her take everything I threw at her only made me more determined. The more she rose up, the more brutal I became. She would be mine if I had to burn down every single human district in the world just to smoke her out of whatever hiding place she had gotten herself in.

When we find her... she will regret ever saying no to me!

"Your grace?" My beta's meek voice floated through the room from the doorway and my anger rose with it.

I instantly I threw a glass full force at the man's head and watched it shatter on the wall behind him as he dodged out of the way. Dylan would have taken that head on then stared me in the eyes while picking the glass out of her skin. I missed her more than words could express...

"If it's not news about my queen then fuck off!" I growled my claws embedding themselves into alpha Franks desk. We had moved on from my mates old district, the people there we're becoming loud and obnoxious once Dylan's escape had been discovered, and so I decided to continue with our tour, what better way to seek her out than touring each and every district inside each and every sector.

"King Josh... there has been no sign of her at all, right now our men are out searching, but you need to prioritize the anniversary. It has been a week, your grace, we may have continued the tour but you've yet to make an official statement regarding its progression, even the queens disappearance hasn't been addressed officially yet." He needed to shut up!

What did he expect me to do... was I supposed to shout it from the roof tops that I, the king of the new world had been rejected, and by a measly human at that. No, the world will not see me weak!

"I'm sick of this... she is my mate, it's time she admitted that to herself..." I swiped the contents of the desk completely off the surface in a fit of rage and growled loudly. The moon goddess had a lot to fucking answer for. "You..." I pointed to my newly appointed beta and stood from the desk. "Go everywhere in the country... search everywhere I want her found, and I want her found NOW!"

Oliver just stared at me, shocked about the way my wolf was surfacing. It was a situation I didn't know how to handle, I was so used to being in control of everything, that I feared losing it, and with Dylan, I had definitely lost it.

"Your grace, now is not time to be dividing us up. You need me and Warren by your side." I scowled at his words but we were both cut off by my gamma, warren, who all but charged into the room like an elephant.

"Your grace, I'm sorry to disturb you... but you have to come to the human sector, right now!" Why? What could possibly be going on that required my presence. I couldn't be bothered with my usual duties to to my sour mood.

Still, with a sigh I rose from the desk and allowed my feet to reluctantly follow Warren through the pack house and eventually out of the front door. As soon as the large front door swung open, the scent of burning wood hit my senses.

It had started!

I reluctantly followed my gamma strait to the center of the human district and widened my eyes at the sight of the whipping stage, burning to ash in front of an audience comprised of both humans and lycans. I knew that it was only the start of things to come. A long chain sat directly in front of the platform and my anger rose with it. My claws shot out of my skin right before a human male was dragged before me and the districts alpha.

His face was severely beaten, his front two teeth were missing and blood poured out of each gap and he looked like he was on the brink of collapse. He must have been the culprit.

Before anything more could be done my camera crew, hired to follow me and my beautiful mate on our sector tour showed up and began pointing their cameras and microphones at me and the traitor.

"What is the meaning of this..." I asked infuriated. I didn't care about his answer though as I allowed my claws to slice across the mans flesh. I felt his entire cheek tear from the force, and with it a long cry of agony followed by a waterfall of blood. His face was fucked up from that one swing. "You think you made a difference here tonight... scum?.." my voice was nothing but hard and raspy, I caught hard to contain the beast inside me but my wolf was ready to appear.

The man before me and the alpha began to cough and splutter, strings of blood pouring out of his mangled cheek caused him to choke, it made him extremely difficult to understand. Still, it didn't stop him from making his views known...

"Long... live queen... Dylan." He spoke, swallowing down his fear and pain, tears began to stream from his eyes and instantly mixed with the blood on the abused side. His pronunciation and speech forced me to hold back an amused chuckle.

Instead, My hand shot out to seize hold of his rather skinny neck. His pulse sped up erratically under my palm and a smug smile graced my face with how much I enjoyed seeing him afraid.

"You dare defy my orders! I should have you hung from the fucking gallows." I growled out, my eyes shining from my wolf form fighting to get out.

I got even angrier when he tried to spit some blood on to me. However with his muscles as shot as they were, it was basically impossible for him to do so. Still his intention was clear.

I didn’t hesitate to move my hand from his neck to the side of his head, allowing my other hand to do the same to the other. I squeezed my palms together before turning his head abruptly, the unexpected move caused the man’s fragile neck to break.

I heard the satisfying snap of the bone and felt the mans now dead body slump in my grip. The only thing keeping him raised was my palms. I dropped him quickly in disgust and watched for a second as his form crumpled to the ground lifeless. A single scream left a woman’s mouth and I turned to face her, seeing her being held back by people as she too slumped to the floor. Grief being the most prominent thing evident on her features, along with an unending string of tears. I sneered, the bastard deserved nothing else but the death penalty.

“Any damage done to any of the punishment areas will, from this day, result in immediate death.” My voice was hard and unwavering. “If you are caught copying, or agreeing with my mates actions then severe punishment will be given.” I saw camera flashing from the crew, and swallowed thickly, just waiting for the string of questions to follow.

“Where is her grace currently?”

“Was it her who set fire to her previous districts stage?”

“If so what punishments do you intend to give her as repentance?”

They had every right to be curious about things. Hell, even I couldn’t for the life of me think of anything of else that could finally put Dylan on the right path. The new world is and will always be superior, she just needed to see that, however refused to at every turn.

“My mate… your queen… has left me!” Gasps of shock began to hit my ears from every direction there was, the alphas pack members were hurriedly extinguishing the roaring flames and the wife of the man lying dead next to me sobbed and screamed into the warm air. “She failed to see the potential of the new world, and has chosen to stand at the side of rebels, and traitors.” My voice was laced with venom and spite as I spoke the truth. “I have exhausted myself trying to educate her on our ways.”

“When queen Dylan is found, and she will be found, her punishment shall be her decision. Either she accepts me and the new world, or I mark her without consent and watch as she dies.” Voice after voice began to overlap at how sadistic I was. I didn’t care.

My mate will regret ever trying to humiliate me, and once she has been ground into dust the rest of the rebellion will follow.

**As christmas is very close, would you guys like a prequel chapter set on christmas day? Let me know.**