Chapter 3
Xavier's POV
I use my foot to push the doors open and the sound of it hitting the walls booms across the otherwise quiet church.
A sweet smell whiffs through my nostrils, making my wolf antsy, but I push it away. Also, completely ignoring the wedding that's taking place at the altar, I march towards my targets with half of my warriors right behind me.
"What's the meaning of this?" Alpha Kelvin asks with a loud obnoxious voice.
Everyone is silent as I step in front of him. "I'm sorry to put a hold on this beautiful ceremony," I say with a gesture at all the flowers that are littering the place, "but I just couldn't wait until it was over. I hope you don't mind." They could start a flower shop with the number of bouquets present. Sadly, all that money is going to go down the drain because there's absolutely no way that they're going to continue with the wedding after I'm done.
Alpha Kelvin has a faraway look in his eyes, a sign that he's mindlinking someone. Or at least, he's trying to. The frown on his face doesn't seem like he's getting a positive response.
"If you're trying to get a hold of your warriors, I'm sorry to tell you that they are all currently preoccupied at the moment." Or dead.
His eyes flash with anger. "What do you want?"
I smile. "Your head."
A couple of the other occupants in the room let out an outraged gasp. I look over at my warriors and give a curt nod, delivering a subtle order that they immediately understand.
They walk towards the other occupants of the room and restrain them, leaving only the Alpha. Exactly as I ordered.
They're all squirming and trying to get out of the hold of my men, but good luck trying to get away from men who are fueled by anger that has been brimming for eighteen years.
With them under control and unable to stop what I'm about to do, I turn back to my first target. I smile darkly at him and step even closer. "So, how is this going to go? Are we going to do this in werewolf of human form?" I'm not completely heartless. I'm going to let him have a choice in what way he dies.
His eyes darken to near-complete black, signifying that his wolf is taking over. A second later, I have a full-grown brown wolf staring back at me.
With a shrug, I shift into my midnight wolf, completely shredding the clothes on my body to pieces.
The Alpha attacks immediately, aiming for my jugular and missing when I move out of the way. He falls into the chairs, which tumble to the ground, but he picks himself back up and aims for me again.
This time I stand my ground and let him come for me. Then I dig my teeth into his shoulder and rip out flesh and fur. He lets out a deep holler and staggers back.
The second and third in command are both screaming and trying to get out of the hold my men have on them, but their attempt is futile. However, It's fun to watch them squirm and scream like little girls as their Alpha dies by my hand.
I spit the fur out of my mouth and inch closer to him as he cowards away. Is this the leader that brought my pack down? I'm looking at him right now, and I all I can see is a pathetic, spineless fool who shouldn't have had the chance to pass through my pack's border. How the hell they defeated us is something I'll never get.
I lunge at him, nudging him onto his back and sinking my claws into his stomach. His eyes spark with pain and...fear. I feed on that fear as I dig my claws even deeper into his body.
Then just to make the chase more fun, I release him and let him get back to his feet with a limp.
He sneers at me, acting like he isn't five seconds away from death's door.
I tilt my wolf's head to the side, giving him a look that properly conveys what I'm trying to pass across because that's exactly what he does. He comes at me, full charge and all.
Smiling internally, I lean forward on my forearms and pounce. My teeth sink into his neck, ripping away the skin there and sending blood squirting all over the place. The taste of metallic blood hits my tongue as I watch his eyes become lifeless as he falls to a lump on the ground.
I shift back into my human form and cast one last glance at the dead wolf by my foot. Then I move on to my next target, who's glaring at me as I approach with a smirk.
I nod at the two men restraining him and they immensely release him and move back.
His eyes flash, red and brimming with unconcealed anger. "Who the fuck are you?" He asks with a snarl.
I inch closer to him. "I'm a six-year-old who had his entire family taken away from him eighteen years ago," I answer smoothly.
His brows furrow in confusion, adding flames to the fire already burning within me.
They forgot.
They fucking forgot that they attacked a pack eighteen years ago and ended the lives of several men, women, and children. It's sickening.
Then his eyes widen. "Black Stone Pack," he breathes out, disbelief obvious in his words.
I give him a smile with teeth. "Bingo."
His face falls, defeat showing across it. "Do as you wish," he says emotionlessly. "I won't give you an apology if that's what you're looking for."
I was expecting another fight, but the man standing in front of me looked resigned to his fate. Shrugging, I reach for his head and snap it. He falls into the chair behind him with his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.
There's a scream behind me but I completely ignore it.
Then, I move onto my next and last target. With a nod of my head, the two warriors holding him down to the ground let him go.
He leaps up to his feet and immediately lunges at me. His claws manage to find root in my shoulder, but with a single punch from me, he falls back to the ground.
I ignore the pain in my shoulder as I look at him struggling to get back onto his feet.
He's clutching his jaw as I move closer to him. "Who the fuck are you?" he enquires, asking the same question that their beta asked just before he died. I can see that there's a pattern here.
"You don't remember me?" I ask with a tilt of my head. Of course, he doesn't. He probably wouldn't remember the face of a mere six-year-old whose life he completely ruined.
After describing Daphne's murderer to Frank, he identified him as the Gamma of the Pack and I'm now standing right in front of that motherfucker.
His face scrunches up in confusion.
To help him out a little, I step back and place a finger on one of the scars on my chest. "Do you remember these?"
His gaze falls to my chest, and he sucks in a breath when he sees the four deep lines that could only have been gotten from claws. His claws.
He lifts his head to meet my eyes. "You're here for revenge," he says quietly like he isn't about to become a mere carcass. It's all a false bravado because I can hear the erratic beating of his heart. It's fear. He's afraid of me and what I'm going to do to him.
I nod before lunging at him. My fingers close around his neck as I lift him up from the ground.
I can't believe that I was once scared of the man standing in front of me. Whereas my six-year-old brain had conjured him into this huge monster, the reality of him is actually kind of disappointing.
He isn't seven-feet like I once imagined and he definitely doesn't have bulging muscles that fill out his suit. The man standing in front of me couldn't have been up to six feet, and his muscles couldn't be categorized as bulging.
"I should have made sure I killed you," he sneers in my face.
I smile darkly at him as the taste of blood settles on my tongue. "Sadly, that mistake is going to cost you your life." That's all the warning he gets before a warrior passes me my dagger and I slide that dagger through his skull. He doesn't deserve to pick the way he dies.
I smile as the light in his eyes dims out until they become lifeless. Then I slide out the dagger and use his crispy suit to clean off the brain matters on it. This was my father's favourite dagger so there's no way that I'm going to leave it in his head. I hand it back to the warrior who passed it over to me.
My eyes close as I take in what has to be one of my first real breath in years. The pressure that has always seemed to be on my shoulders falls away. I finally did it. I finally avenged the deaths of my parents, Daphne, and every last one of my pack members who lost their lives on that dreadful day.
Somehow, I had managed to drown out the surrounding noise during my killing spree but now that that high is gone, all the screams from the other occupants hit me all at once.
All the mates and children of the men I just coldly murdered are weeping profusing, and trying to get out of the hold that my men have on them. But the loudest scream isn't coming from them. It's coming from the altar and the bride-to-be is the one balling her eyes out like I just ripped out her heart.
I feel absolutely no guilt for what I've done, and I definitely don't sympathize with the families for their loss. I lost more than they will ever lose and I lost it all within a day. Nobody sympathized with me. While they were smiling and building their family, I had my own family ripped away from me and I was left alone to figure out how to survive without them.
In fact, the more I hear her wailing, the more my anger spikes up. Before I'm even aware of it, my feet start moving and taking me toward the altar, where the screaming bride is being held back by my men.
As I inch closer, the sweet scent that I perceived immediately after I walked in here gets even stronger. My wolf is getting antsy again, but this time, the reason for his weird behavior is known when he growls out one word.
'MATE!'