Three: A waste of a wildcat

KAI

What a stupid she-wolf!

What an interesting but stupid she-wolf!

Since I took over the mantle of power from my weakling of a father who thought I wasn't cut out to lead Crescent Valley, who thought the blood in me was too hot and too lethal for me to lead the Kingdom, I've made it clear to the whole Kingdom that I wasn't anything like my father who ruled over them with love and care.

The only way I know to be a great leader was to instill my fear in their hearts, was to rule over them with terror and the sternest hands, to teach them that whoever dares to breathe wrongly in my direction will suffer a fate worse than death.

I made this clear after my father's death and some Alphas gathered to have a meeting to select the new King because they thought I was too young, too impulsive, and too irresponsible to lead Crescent Valley.

I had badged into their meeting place and I was even ready to be chivalrous, to allow them to explain to themselves but they dared to raise their voices at me for badging in unto them without an invite and that was the last thing they all said.

I tore their hearts out and seeing the fear in their eyes at their last moment had given my wolf so much joy, it had made him so ecstatic and then I had their bodies hung in front of their packs respectively so their members and everyone that walks by and see them will be reminded of the foolishness that led to their untimely demise.

That single act of killing off the strong Alphas single-handedly did the trick. It spread terror to every living being in Crescent Valley and since then, no one dared to challenge me, no one dared to even look me in the face when talking to me because of a single mistake, a single mislook, a wrong use of the word, and they'd meet their untimely end.

My wolf and I relished in the fear I was able to instill in them all and of course, they had to fear me more than they ever loved my failure of a father.

Of course, no one dared to challenge me openly but there were still some stupid ones who did it behind my back, who kept trying to launch attacks to get rid of me but they kept failing because before they'd even set their plans in notion, a stupid member seeking to be in my good book would have run to me to spill their secrets in the hopes of becoming my trusted ally.

I'd kill the betrayer first before going for the lunatics that still thinks it was possible to kill me.

That was what happened with Wildcat's father. His most trusted ally had run to me to tell me of his plans to attempt to poison me during the annual ball that I always host and after killing the trusted ally, I had come for him, for Dante who was stupid enough to plan to take me out.

And my mere presence had destroyed him completely, he knew I had come to kill him, that there was no way he'd survive my visit and he had fallen to his knees, begging and pleading with me to forgive him for his foolishness but of course, forgiveness doesn't exist in my dictionary.

I had made him watch while my wolf had a good time putting an end to his pack, severing their heads and tearing them limbs by limbs, while the fear in their eyes before I crushed lives out of them made excitement course through me and fuelled my desire to go faster, to go deeper and their screams were like fucking music to my ears that I did not want it to end.

But it had to end and even when I snuffled life out of his wife, Dante did not blind, did not even dare to look me in the face, he just kept begging pathetically like the big loser that he was. Even when I grabbed his head and lifted him up to crush him, he never for once met my eyes and the brief moment that he did, his eyes were filled with unrepressed fear, like I love to see in losers before I claim their lives.

Until I threw his body away and my eyes met that of his daughter's. Even though I just killed her people and her father's blood was splattered on her white gown and face, she never for once looked at me with fear.

Instead, her eyes were full of disgust, hatred, and intense fury.

That was a first and that was definitely interesting and very very foolish.

And just when I thought it couldn't get any more interesting, she dared to attempt to stab me with a knife.

A fucking pen knife.

Even when I effortlessly subdued her, she never for once backed down, instead, she had talked back to me and called me all sorts of ridiculous names that one could think of.

That was definitely a first because no one has ever dared to look me in the eyes and call me names, looking me in the eyes was asking to be killed in the most gruesome and painful ways, calling me names was something that was even unfathomable.

But this wildcat had done that, countless times and that has made the whole situation interesting. I should have her punished in the most brutal and horrible ways, I should have her go through intense pain that'd make her beg for the relief only death could bring but something was holding me back from doing that.

I wanted to punish and break her in more depraved ways that'd fuel her obvious hatred for me, especially when I bent down to lick her blood and I caught the faintest smell of her arousal that was mixed with rage and hatred and repulsion.

I just killed her parents and she hates me but that doesn't stop her from harboring a sick and repressed sexual attraction toward me.

And of course, it just made the whole thing more interesting.

She was such a stupid girl who was daring in situations where she should be begging for her life and sanity.

From that moment, I knew she was a she-wolf that I'm going to find fun with. Even when I tossed her on the floor and urged her to beg for her death as a show of my magnanimousness, I already saw it in her eyes that she'd rather burn to death than beg him for anything even before she replied to me.

And of course, I was a generous leader who'd grant his subjects' wishes and I was going to show her that she should have chosen death over standing up to me and daring me to do my worst.

She was currently sitting opposite me in the carriage that was being driven by Levi, my Beta who doesn't speak unless spoken to and we were going back to my castle after burning the place she used to call home and the dead bodies of her people.

Even as the flames engulfed her pack, she didn't shed a tear, didn't make a sound, she just stared at the furnace with calm seething hatred which was useless because there was nothing she could do.

She was sitting across from me, unbound because there was no reason to bind her. She wouldn't run. In the past one hour that I've known her, she was too headstrong to take the coward's way out, she'd rather attack me than attempt to run away and her attacks would be futile because she's just like a pest, irrelevant and tangible.

She looked away from the forest she had been staring at and when her eyes met mine, I could see the rage and hatred and fury and disgust in them and I smirked at her.

I was going to have fun breaking this one.