Symbol Of His Destruction
Williams’ POV
It can't be. Is that even possible?
These were no rogues. They are a distant clan of werewolves born to be lethal weapons. Their very existence is to serve chaos.
Question is who hired them to kill my mate and why? Who hired them to kidnap Alex? Why?
“Do you understand now, Alpha?” he rasped again. “You've already lost even before your revenge began,” he sneered with a mocking smirk.
I felt my blood run cold, my entire focus now on him. I pushed back, gripping his throat with a force only associated with Alphas of royal blood. “Tell me. Who sent you?” I demanded, my voice hoarse.
But before he could answer, a chilling scream filled the air.
I whipped my head around just in time to see Cleopatra standing over several bodies, her hands drenched in blood. Her eyes flickered, that dark gaze momentarily replaced by something…else. Something even more terrifying.
The wolf in front of me took advantage of the opportunity to slash my arms with his claws and I groaned out loud in pain.
Just then, she looked straight at me, her eyes shifting to the wolf in fury. She marched towards us with a speed I've never seen and within seconds she came crashing in, twisting his arm until his home snapped like dry wood.
A chilling smile spread across her face. That wasn't Cleopatra. Her wolves had taken over.
“No one touches him,” her wolves growled, their voices low and icy. With that, she raked her claws across his arm and he gritted his teeth against the pain, trying to fight her off but she held on with so much ferocity.
I staggered back, clutching my bleeding arm but I could feel the wound healing. Cleopatra's wolves were in complete control, and their savagery was unlike anything I had ever witnessed.
The man in her grasp howled in agony, his eyes wide with pain as her claws dug deeper. He tried to shift, to fight back, but it was useless. She twisted his arm again and a sickening crack echoed throughout.
“Cleopatra,” I called out, trying to reach her through the madness. But her eyes, those once-familiar eyes, were vacant.
Her chest heaved, and her gaze snapped to me. For a brief moment, I feared she might turn on me, that her wolves might not care that I am her lover. I am, right?
But then, the man in her grasp reached for his pocket and brought out a syringe.
Before I could step closer, he plunged it into her neck. Cleopatra’s howl was loud enough to shatter windows as she clutched her neck and staggered back but I caught her right in time.
“What did you do to her?” I growled angrily at him, caught between beating the hell out of him and cradling Cleopatra in my arms.
He snickered, the same annoying grin spreading across his face. “This is not my first rodeo with Cleopatra, Alpha.”
I froze. What does he mean by that? Were they lovers in the past? Or is there something more sinister going on? For a moment, Cleopatra's body trembled as though fighting against the effect of whatever he injected into and with ragged breaths, she became unconscious.
“What the hell did you do to her!” I demanded in my Alpha voice and he stopped in his tracks, his back to me.
“This is not over yet. That's a promise. I just hope you're ready when we cross paths next time, Alpha. And for Cleopatra? I didn't do anything that I haven't done before.”
And with that he turned to leave, pulling with him the remnants of his men.
Renee rushed to my side, her hands covered in blood. She crouched down and examined Cleopatra. “She's breathing, Williams. We need to leave now so we can fight next time.”
I nodded and scooped Cleopatra up in my arms, refusing the help of my men that offered to assist. We got into the car and zoomed off.
The moment we got to the pack, I rushed to the pack doctor with Cleopatra still in my arms, her breathing shallow. “Eugene! Eugene!”
“Good heavens, what happened?” Eugene responded, motioning for me to lay Cleopatra on the bed.
“I don't know. He..he um, injected her with something on the neck and she passed out,” I rambled on, looking a mess.
Renee came in with a distraught looking Alex by her side. “Can you examine him as well?” she asked, helping Alex to sit as though he was a child. Her child.
Eugene gave her a curt nod and focused back on Cleopatra. “Who injected her with a substance?” he asked, while still examining her.
But all I could say to him was, “the prophecy found its way back and I saw the glowing mark.”
His eyes widened in shock and his hands shook a bit. “Are you sure Williams? Do you even know what that means?” he whispered and I couldn't help but heave a sigh.
I do know what the prophecy means. But I haven't gotten a second chance mate yet. So should I be bothered?
On my eighteenth birthday, a witch my father invited for my celebration announced a prophecy that a day will come when the one with a glowing symbol on his hand will make me weep twice and that I will end my own life as a result.
In all of the realm, the only people that had marks on their arm which could glow are the most lethal clans, born to be assasins. My father used his influence as the brother-in-law to the Alpha king and banished all of them, branding them a bad omen.
They became our sworn enemies from then onwards. I never really saw the tattoo until the day I came back from a meeting and saw one tearing into my mate's neck like she was some sort of meat. I should have listened to her and stayed back that day.
And I never saw one glow until today. The symbol of my destruction.
“I know what I must do. And I'm ready,” I muttered to myself.
Just then, Cleopatra's body jerked, a gasp escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered open. But something was wrong. Her pupils dilated unnaturally, and her hair turned the white just like when she was having a nightmare this morning.
“Eugene!” I barked, panic rising in my chest. “What's happening to her?”
Eugene stumbled backwards and pulled me along with him. “Step away, Alpha.”
“What do you mean step away? She's hurting, help her!” I ordered and he shook his head.
“Trust me, you might be dead the moment you touch her,” he whispered in a tone that left me short of words.