Chapter 73

**Warning... This chapter includes scenes of distressing nature, reader discretion is advised**

Dylan POV.

My world shattered before me as I stared at my bloodied king, his face held nothing, there was no regret, no remorse, not even sympathy for me. Nothing! He didn't even look happy, he just stared at me, there was something in his eyes, but my mind was reeling so much that I just couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"You're lying!" I could feel my eyes beginning to well up as I tried to take a step away from the royal, I pulled my arm away from him, but his grip held my pathetically weak wrist too firmly.

"Your attitude had to be stopped, my queen. Every time you took punishment it only grew, I had to get through to you, I had to make you see." I just shook my head rapidly, my brain couldn't comprehend his words.

While I tried to force myself not to show him he had gotten to me, he used my apprehended limb to pull my body into him. I collided quickly with his toned chest and instantly became slightly coated in the blood he wore.

I couldn't be here though, I just couldn't so I quickly and frantically began to struggle in his arms.

"Get off me!" I whispered only for it to fall on deaf ears. Nothing was working, and so with all the courage and strength I had, I bought my slender palm up to his face and slapped the kings cheek as hard as I could. Gasps sounded throughout the room, and the kings grip loosened in surprise. My left palm now took on a burning, stinging pain but I didn't care. I was away from him. I didn't hesitate in my movements as I charged out of the room and through the pack house. My extremely thin legs flailed about as I ran with a speed I thought I no longer possessed.

No one stopped me! I was getting stared at by every wolf within the pack house, but no one made any movements to apprehend me. Perhaps it was an order, I wouldn't get far before the king would catch up to me, I wasn't strong or fast enough to be free of him permanently, but I had to see, I had to see it with my own eyes.

So I ran, my breath coming out in a strong wheeze, the taste of metal hit my senses as I pushed and pushed myself to get to the human district.  By the time I got there I could barely stand. My body giving in on me as I hit the concrete floor, both my knees scraped in the floor from the impact, and grazes soon formed, the same ones a child would get for falling over while playing.

Many heads met me as I basically all but collapsed outside Nicks old house, the front door was wide open and the crowed stood outside was large, heads were hung low, and audible crying was filling the otherwise completely silent air. The coroner took one look at me and moved aside, stalling his initial business in order to let me past.

I tried to stand, but my legs shook from being overworked and I simply fell back down, I saw some people move slightly to aid me but i shook my head. Using an untapped source of energy, I ordered my exhausted body to crawl forward. The gravel of the sidewalk I was on slowly turned into grass of the front lawn, and as I continued to wheeze and pant, the lawn slowly turned into the wooden flooring of the small entrance corridor, which then turned into the living room...

Every single one of the senses my body possessed was instantly enveloped by the blood that coated the floor. My hands and knees became submerged as I made my way to the lifeless body that rested there, their back facing my form, the foul taste and smell forced a strong gag to leave my mouth, the deafening sound of silence caused my ears to ring, and the sight of my once beautiful mother compelled a string of unshod tears to finally fall down my cheeks.

"Mom?!" My whispered voice held a sorrowful rasp to it from my burst of unexpected exercise, but as I got closer my words became slightly louder. "Mommy?!" Finally my uncontrollable trembling fingers grasped the cloth that rested on the woman's torso, and I used what little energy and adrenaline I had left to turn her over.

Her eyes were wide and glassy, her once perfect face held a deep claw wound that remained leaking even as I sat there, her neck had deep teeth prints embedded into her flesh, she had been tortured... completely and utterly mailed by a wild beast. Just looking at the state she was in caused echoed imaginary screams of pain the hit my ears. I was haunted by the phantom sounds of my moms torment, and could never imagine the extent in which she had gone through.

I couldn't contain it any longer, I flung my tired body over that of my mothers and buried my suddenly sobbing face into her chest, and screamed!

I know my scream held nothing but pure sorrow, and more and more shouts of anguish left my lips. I could hear my own pain vibrating off the walls and returning to my own ears, I could feel the endless stream of months worth bushed tears finally leave my eyes, and the pain in my chest overlapped any physical torment I had ever felt. I would let the king lash me until I died if it meant my mother wasn't lying lifeless and alone in a house that wasn't hers.

The fear she must have felt at having the kings wolf attack her, over and over again would have been astronomical. I never gave her enough credit for everything she's done for me, and now I would never be able to. My grip on her was unwavering, and if she remained alive would have undoubtedly left bruises on her skin.

"Mate, you must have known there would be consequences for your actions?" The kings voice carried itself over my screams, and my body stopped shaking immediately, he shouldn't be here! How dare he set foot in this house again after what he has done. How dare he deny my mom the dignity she so deserved.

"You butchered her!" My mother was indeed a very beautiful woman, all the men in my life when I was growing up used to tell my dad how lucky he was. All that was useless now, her beauty had been wasted because of me, and my careless, selfish loud mouth.

"Come, this is not a sight you should be seeing!" His large hand grabbed hold of my dangerously skinny upper arm, his entire fist was able to wrap around it and his thumb overlapped his fingers as he gave a gentle tug.

"No!" My grip on my mom remained firm as he continued to gently tug me, "No, leave me alone, get off, get off... Please..." my voice cracked I wasn't even myself right now I was a shell of the person I used to be.

Eventually he'd had enough and yanked me away, my entire body easily lifted of the floor as he began to drag me out of the house once more. My hands and feet dripped my mothers blood onto the ground, as I sobbed, reporters were now there, trying their hardest to get the scene I front of them on film.

My thoughts went to my father and how he passed away to, I turned 18 years old next month, but Freddie, he had been made an orphan at 6 years old, what would happen to him now?.. WAIT!

What would happen to him now? Where even was he, and where was Richard?!

"W-where’s Freddie?” I stuttered out as I began to flail my body again to get out of king Josh’s grip. “Where is he… where is he?”

The king sighed and turned to face me, he was bored with all this now, his grip on my arm loosened and instead his hands wrapped around my shoulders forcing me to face him.

“Alpha Nicks family are are ok, I told his dad to leave, and he took his bratty kid with him. Rest assured your friends family is unharmed. Now come, things should be discussed in our own privacy.” The king thought Freddie was Nicks little brother? I guess that is what ultimately saved him! It was a small weight off my shoulders knowing Freddie was safe, I didn’t know where he was but Richard was with him, and he wouldn’t let him witness anything.

I fell to my knees at the revelation, I continued to loudly weep at the loss of my mother, all the physical pain I’d felt in the past, was minuscule compared to the sheer agony that had hit me.

Oliver soon bounded up to the king and placed his hand on his shoulder, he whispered to him in a low quiet voice that I couldn’t make out in the slightest. Through my blurry water filled orbs I noticed he was still in his regal attire from yesterday’s announcement, his weapons remained wrapped around his hips, and one caught my sight more than any of the others.

He had them, for crowd control purposes but I had other plans. I couldn’t live with myself knowing I’d caused my moms death, and so using the last of my remaining adrenaline I grasped the metal weapon in my left hand and pushed the new beta away from me before bringing it up to my head and resting the cold barrel on my temple.

A unexpected warm breeze soon swept over the calm sky and pushed my blood covered hair back slightly as I clicked the safety off. My tears still flowed as I knelt directly in front of the king and pressed the trigger down….

**Thank you so much for sticking with me until now, Dylans mother always had to die for the story to move forward, it was one of the first things that was planned in reagrds to this book I decided to write it off screen, due to complaints of my story already being difficult to read. I dont wish to spoil anything for you all, and say wether the ending is happy or tradigic, but I will explain to you that it will be satisfying.