Present day Tagon

~                  (Present)

        “Alpha, the supplies for the construction workers have been arranged and we have more crops stored in the barn for distribution for the full moon celebration, my lord.” Fidelis my Beta informed me as he read from the floor long royal scroll on reports. So far things have been good. It’s a spectacle how much can be done exercising the right amount of authority.

  Nails clawed at the golden goblet filled with expensive rare wine as a sip slipped into my lips and set the goblet on a table.

    “Is that all to report?”

      “Yes, my lord.”

   My Beta was about to leave to attend to other matters of the day when the Pack door was spread apart.

“My lord we did as you ordered.” The guards humbly said in unison with their left knee to the floor.

“Set the room ready when I call.” I command with a devilish grin on my crooked lips.

        They nodded and took their leave. 

    “Tagon what are you up to?” he asks with dismay written on his pale face. His curly brown hair and oval eyes gave up his fear which made me want to laugh. I could catch the shock on his face when I was informed of her capture. He looked at me like I’ve gone crazy and a latter part of me agrees to his claim. It was beyond madness, it burned hotter than fire, a revenge as cold as ice and hotter than furnace.

   Beta looked shaken in place, frozen like he has heard the most eerie news of all time and trust me he doesn’t scare easily.

   “You are going to destroy her and you know with you involved she has entered the den of no return. No one can survive the rage of your anger. Let her go and do away with this madness!” he tried to sound stern but he couldn’t mask his fear for me, the kingdom and my deep-rooted obsession with revenge. 

    He has been against my fervent search for my distressed damsel and first enemy masking away unearthed. Hiding far into the dark. So many times I wanted to plunge, ravage her from hiding but the need to see how far she could hide from my wandering eyes. 

  How long could she make herself believe she was exempt from judgement and how she saw herself smart and sneaky to never be found?

   “Watch the show… and don’t ever advise me on this ever again.”

 My beta. Has always had my back. And I know that.. But this is my quest and I must fulfil my oath. I must have my revenge. 

     My long lost revenge.

   I swore. To take back my pound of flesh. And I will do so, harshly. 

      Information from the guards rolled in day to day, minute to minute and second to second. I wanted to know everything about her. When she breathes, what goes into her lips, the liquid she ingests, her health and even death has no right over her.

  I control her living and dying. And even if she were to die I would dig her carcass and punish her. My hatred and revenge on her is deep, a slow burner and a curse.

                        Her darkest enemy. 

                Her nemesis. Her death. 

      I gave her enough time to run so much time to breathe the fresh spring and summer air. I let her comfort the merciful Alpha that I was because I could take revenge on her with the most gruesome death ever recorded in history but that would be a win. 

  A sharp death would rob me of my long awaited pleasure in seeing her beg, squirm and defeated under my feet till she breathed her last.

  She was my quest and the world would literally burn if I set my heart to its destrucion. A pearl that I'm going to see broken piece after piece.

  I will mark her with scars that only I can give and that would be my parting gift before she leaves the earth, which I will make sure I strip her layer after layer, burn her with the fire of chaos. 

          [Weeks Later]

            The night was extremely cold. The rain fell cats and dogs all day and when it was night the howling sound of breeze and the cold swept through the land. Another reason white Peak was highly referred to was the high snowing mountains. 

      The golden bed creaked violently and a huge bulky form tossed from side to side unable to sleep. 

  She was here. In one of my dungeons and yet she lived in my head. My wolf was desperate to see her again, it missed her warmth. He wanted to caress and make her feel loved, despite everything she has done to him, to us. He was the forgiving, protective, loving and simping side to me but Tagon would never go back on his Oath. 

       I flung the covers and slid down sliding on my flip flops. My night time apparel was waiting on the hanger and in a second slipped it on my skin, buttoned up and made my way to the door. 

   The sound of my footsteps approaching must have alerted the Wolfguards. Before I could reach for the doorknob the door was spread apart immediately with their knees to the floor and eyes bowed to the ground.

    “Follow me.” 

      I led the path to the dungeon to the darkest and scary part of my den. No one was saving her from it. Not even me.

      The torches lit the path and in no distant time I was standing in front of the cell with my arms behind my back. 

       “Open the dungeon!”

      My wolf was bugging in my head. He could smell her close.

           Blocked. 

     I blocked his rants and yearnings and in turn fueled my rage.

   The lock was broken and the guards gave way as I walked into the cell. The smell was awful and my nostril twitched in reaction but my eyes were still haughty and my nostril flared. My eyes roamed and caught her petite frame with a rope trying to scale to escape.

 The act made me scoff. There were a hundred guards outside the wall of the dungeon. How did she plan to get past them? She couldn’t fight even though I taught her some basic fighting skills but she hated using the sword in her words it brought destruction.

Her dishevelled hair was scattered about covering her face. My feet moved on their accord and caught her moon glowing skin, her long ginger hair were rough looking but still charming. Her clothes were worn out, torn and dirty but they had no power on her beauty. A loc of her hair slipped to the side and my eyes caught her rosy red lips. Her high cheekbones stood out proudly. Nothing has a hold on her. Suffering, pain and even death can’t touch the beauty that is Sheila even when I hate to admit it.

      And then our eyes met. 

 “Under your custody? My mother has been your prisoner all these years? My dear mother doesn’t deserve to suffer. I did you wrong I committed the abomination, whip me a thousand strokes, let me go without food or water for days, I’ll serve if that’s what you want but let my mother go.” Tears slid down her cheek.

“If you want your mother to be set free and to stop working as my slave you’ll be returned and be collared as the newest addition to the Pack. I’ll keep my part of the deal will you?”

  “Alpha Tagon don’t take my tears for weakness, you must know me to be kindhearted but never weak, soft spoken but know how to draw her sword. I’m agreeing to return as a slave only for my mother’s wellbeing but don’t think I’ve lost and you have won. I’ll be your last slave mark my words.”

     “I’d love to see you try.” I collared her and her body plopped in exhaustion almost hitting the floor before I caught her mid-air and wrapped my arms around her bringing her to my chest while basking in her warmth and the sweet touch of her skin to mine. 

           The battle has just begun.