Chapter 33

Jack dragged the rogue to one of the dungeon's interrogation rooms. The bastard was laughing the whole time; it made Jack alarmed something was going down tonight. Whatever it was, he felt that it would be all over soon; he just hoped it didn't end in death unless, of course, it was that Alpha Michael asshole.
He mind linked Duncan to be on alert; Jack motioned the guards to come forward.
“I want three of you to stay here and take care of this piece of shit.”
"Beat that smirk off this asshole's face; when he starts to sing, let me know what tune he has chosen. If it isn't anything worthy of our time, kill him slowly."
"If it is obvious that he won't be talking, kill him slowly."
Jack went to Duncan to change the guard and their tactics; someone had to be watching and found an opening. They just hoped that the plan would work this time. This can't continue.
Duncan did one last check on Adira; she was fast asleep again in the King’s chambers. He wanted to take her from here and back to the magical cabin, hide her forever—just the two of them.
He shut the door, nodding to the two guards outside. He decided she was safest with the King. Guards at all the gates, Alfred was also coming and going making sure all was well.
The King was sleeping but not under any sleeping pills, so he would do what he needs doing if it came to that. Adira learned self-defense, but he doubted that her tummy might interfere with movement in her condition. Duncan made sure she kept a taser with her at all times. She was to tell no one she had it.
It was a special taser he got from Jack. Duncan wasn't sure how it all worked, but it was pretty effective against werewolves. If used on humans, though, it would be deadly. Duncan wasn't worried if she killed a male that attacked her; damn bastard should consider himself lucky that Duncan didn't get to him first.
Duncan always believed in a slow death policy; an enemy that is desperate enough would face death if need be; they tend to stand back, though, when it’s a slow, painful death over a long period of time.
He headed out to go on patrol with Jack and his warriors, wanting round up the rogues, and find that evil piece of crap, Alpha, once and for all.
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By the day, Adira felt bigger and more like a jelly roll, and she wasn't even fully rounded yet. The doctor said it would be another four months before she could hold her pup. She sat in the chair by the massive fireplace; Alfred was a dear; he brought her a soothing cup of tea and some little lemon cakes.
After Alfred cleaned up the dishes and left, she started to feel sleepy; she looked over at the King. He was getting out of bed. She didn't like how she was feeling.
The King put his hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, little one; all will be well by morning. Now sleep and be at peace. Alfred will pay for this, and Alpha Michael will soon be in pieces.
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Lily and Zinnia hid in the long shadows of the night as they hunted their prey. No matter how she would get that bastard for what he did to her and thousands like her.
She had just one wish: she had enough time before she killed him to rip off that useless excuse for a dick and shove it down his throat when they met up.
Neither one cared what their punishment would be; if they wanted to kill her and Zinnia, so be it; they were in this together. Her only regret was not telling Spare that the only reason she was mean to her was to keep her safe. That was the only reason Alpha Michael could do what he did to her, made her do the things she did.
No one could understand what it was like for them; no one knew the pain, anger, fear, and shame. Only Lily and Zinnia knew what they had done to them. If killing that miserable bastard cost them their lives, so be it; it wasn't like they had anything to keep them in this world anyway.
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Alpha Michael waited outside a hidden side door for his informant to open it. It was his one shot at getting Adira; the rogues he hired were failing him, stupid asshole werebears; they are everywhere like cockroaches. He had to change his plans once again because of them.
He decided it wouldn't be wise to take the female out of the castle; there were just too many guards that would see him taking her away. So, he decided that poor little Spare would hang herself from the king’s high tower instead.
The informant now was unlocking the door, just as a chill went down Michaels’s spine. He wasn't sure where the feeling was coming from; he didn't like the sense that he was being stalked. The door opened, revealing the Kings own personal butler, Alfred.
He led Alpha Michael up a flight of stairs to a smaller side room and told him to wait there. He paced the room in mild panic. The butler came back with the female in his arms about fifteen minutes later. Alpha Michael smiled with glee. Finally, he would get his revenge.
The female was handed over to Alpha Michael; he then pointed to the money envelope on the table. The butler pocketed the money. “Just make sure she stays gone."
Alpha Michael nodded; that was his plan. Already the image was in his head, everyone’s favorite, poor Adira swinging by her neck for all to see. Looking down at her swollen stomach, such a horror it will be with her unborn pup hanging with her.
He turned and made his way up the stairs to the Kings tower. He was laughing under his breath at this little bitch waking up dead. That is the only thing that he didn't like about this plan; he would love to see the horror on her face as she realized she would die. Maybe she will wake up before he is finished with her.
Too bad his wolf left him; it would have made things a lot easier; though he does have some extra strength and vision, he ultimately lost his sense of smell. He suspected that soon he would lose all the other extraordinary talents. It isn't going to be easy to continue with his plans now that he will be nothing but a weak human. He would find a way to deal with that, he was sure.
Best to get this done and then disappear.
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Alfred got back to his Kings chambers only to find that the King was gone. He looked everywhere, but it was not in his room where he was. He'd drugged him heavily; he shouldn't be moving around.
The King’s pajama bottoms were on the floor by the bed, and the balcony doors were open; there just wasn't any way he could be out and about. Then Alfred noticed, to his horror, on the other side of the bed, almost under it, was the cup of tea Alfred had made for him.
In a little bit of a panic, Alfred opened the doors to the hall and was confronted by six of the King’s guards. He turned pale, knowing that his plan had failed.
They tied him up and tossed him in a broom closet. Two guards stood outside the door.
Alfred resigned himself to his fate, all this trouble over a worthless female named Spare.
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The King’s tower was massive; he wasn't sure how many guards were there. It didn't matter. He had the powdered version of a new drug. It hadn't been tested yet; he would have free access to the tower roof if it worked. He had to throw the little pouches at their feet, and they would pass out or die; he smirked; time for the first testing.
However, when he reached the tower, there were no guards. He found this to be a bit off. Unless they abandoned their posts in their panic to catch the rogues, thinking the tower was a low-key site. He slowly made his way out the door just in case.
He dragged Adira behind him like a rag doll; she started to moan, making Alpha Michael realize that his time was running out. He pulled her to the stone arches; the arches didn't have any railing; it was supposed to signify the way to the goddess.
This little bitch would find her way alright, with a rope around her neck.
As he was halfway to the arches, that feeling of being stalked was there again, just as a vast dark figure moved from the shadows and into the dim light.