Two: Fall to your knees and beg me

CORA

His eyes were like staring death straight in the eye and merely looking at him made me feel like I was in the presence of the devil himself.

Goosebumps broke out on my skin as he glanced at me from head to toe, his eyes appraising my body as if I was a piece of meat on the slab and the gesture felt like I was being shrouded in heat.

He looked away from me dismissively as if I was irrelevant, unworthy of even looking at before he bent down to wipe my father's blood on my father's body.

That was when everything that had happened in the past hour or so came running back and I was reminded of the death that was surrounding me, of the dead bodies, of the bodies that the Lycan King had destroyed and severed in the most inhuman ways possible and he didn't even look like he just killed over a hundred people with the way he looked put together in his cloak, shoes, long hair, and a smile that promised death and everything gory.

There was another werewolf behind him, standing by the door and I knew he was one of his men because if he wasn't, he wouldn't be alive.

Alpha Kai, the Lycan King, popularly called Dablo by the rest of Crescent Valley was the werewolf that'd rival even the devil with the darkness that runs through his veins. His mere name alone would cause fear to spring out in the heart of the strongest Alphas. His strength was second to none as proven by how he just annihilated my whole pack with his bare hands and without breaking a sweat. He was a ruthless Lycan King, one whose reign of terror has terrified the whole of Crescent Valley for years and I know some Alphas have dared to orchestrate plans to take him out but they've all always met their untimely demises.

He walked away from Dad's body, slowly, casually with unhurried steps with all the dead bodies milling around and he walked up to a wine bottle, uncapped it, poured himself a cup, and started to drink.

His eyes flickered back to me and that was when I saw red, when everything dawned on me in full force, my friends, my family, my pack, my parents, everything I've always known and held dear, all destroyed within the blink of an eye by a monster, a terrible monster.

I knew my fate wasn't going to be any different from all the bodies milling around me but even if I was going to die at the hands of that monster, I'll surely leave a mark that he won't forget in a long time.

I fished out the pen knife that I've always kept hidden in my shoes and I stood up before running towards him with my full wolf power, the knife aimed at his heart. He did not even blink as I approached, did not even put his wine glass down and I realized why when I raised the knife to strike him.

He caught my hand effortlessly, a dark fury crossing his eyes as he pushed me against the table and he twisted the knife in my hand so the blade was pressed against my skin, so it was nibbling against my skin.

He kept me there, effortlessly, crushing my wrist and stopping the circulation of my blood till my head felt blank and I thought I was going to pass away from the pain but still, I gritted my teeth together and I refused to even let a whimper escape from my mouth.

"Such foolishness," he observed casually, staring down at me like a predator would observe the most useless prey, "I should have known that it runs in the family."

He took another sip of the wine before dropping the glass on the table beside me.

"Like father, like daughter," he continued, "if your father had lost his life because he was foolish enough to cross me, shouldn't you have known better?"

"Known better to aim properly so I won't miss?" I retorted, not giving in to the fear of this man that was spreading like wide fire all over my body. I was going to die anyway so it'd be better for me to be brave and to stare death in the face.

"Let go of my hand and see if I won't aim better and do everyone the honor of taking your miserable life."

The amusement in his eyes darkened into something deeper, something darker, something more sinister and I felt the knife dig deeper into my skin till I could feel blood tripping out.

"Your outspokenness is cute," he observed, "but it's bound to get you killed if you don't know where to use it and when not to use it."

"I'm going to die anyway, might as well put you in your place before I go."

The corners of his lips turned into a smirk, a tiny barely noticeable one but it was enough to turn my blood to ice.

Then without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head till his mouth was hovering around the spot where the knife was digging into my skin and he removed the knife before darting his tongue out and swiping it over the length of the cut, licking my blood, my skin, and my fear.

I gulped at the contact, the combination of his wet tongue on my skin while his eyes were still locked on mine making me feel the last thing I should- interest mixed with something else, something I didn't want to name, something I shouldn't name.

I was definitely running mad.

He lifted his head, dragging me up with him by my hand, and the minute I was on my feet, I aimed for him again but it was a fucking useless move because he caught my two hands effortlessly and he pinned them with one of his behind my back, on the swell of my ass, causing heat to flood through me at the feel of his hand on that part of my body.

His eyes swept over the entire length of my body and it rested on my exposed cleavage with a darker gaze that made my body shudder and suddenly, his free hand disappeared into my gown, grabbed my breast, and squeezed painfully before pulling at my nipple and using it to drag my body closer to him.

I bite my lower lip till I tasted blood to stop myself from screaming out loud because if there is one thing I'll never do, it's to scream for this monster.

I'll be the one to make him scream.

His dark amusement deepened when he saw what I was doing and he leaned closer till I could feel his breath on my face, on my lips, and it left a tingling sensation in me.

"If I want to make you scream," he started, running his thumb over my lower lip and wiping the blood away, "trust me, I will."

"If your widest dreams, bast..." my words trailed off as pain exploded in me as my body hit the floor. He had thrown me away.

"Not your best vocabulary, child," he told me as he towered over me, looking like the sinful monster that he was, "and it's your lucky day, I'm feeling chivalrous today..."

Chivalrous? After he killed hundreds of innocent werewolves?

"So beg me, beg me to kill you to save you from the torment of being alive as my slave," his lips curled at the mention of slave as if the prospect of me becoming his slave thrilled him beyond reasonable measures.

"Over my dead body," I gritted out immediately, "over my dead body will I ever do that. I'll never beg you to spare my life and I'll never beg you for death. You should just kill me now because for as long as I'm alive, I'll never stop attempting to take your life."

He chuckled again, the sound louder and more sinister this time around and the sound echoed throughout the entire room.

"There are fates worst than dead, Wildcat," he said, bending down to my level so we were face to face and his hand grabbed my face to hold my chin up so I won't be able to look away from his eyes, "I'm telling you now, beg me to spare you from such fate and death."

"Is that what gets you off?" I taunted him, "do you live on people begging you and pleading with you to spare their lives? Does that make you feel like a god?" his eyes darkened to the point of no return from rage and I knew I was walking on a thin line, I knew that it was just a matter of time before he yanks my head off my body but I wasn't going to stop.

"Does that make you feel like you can do and undo? That you're worth all the fear your sadistic tendencies have instilled in the minds of the whole of Crescent Valley?"

His hold tightened on my chin and I felt my bones snap as intense pain tore through me but I refused to show it, I refused to let him have the satisfaction of seeing that he was putting me in pain.

"I see that your father didn't teach you a lot of things and now that he's dead, someone else should teach you those lessons in ways that you'll never forget."

"Fuck..."

"It's going to be a long ride, Wildcat," his hold tightened even more and I felt tears brim in my eyes at the pain before he moved closer so I could feel his breath on my ear as he whispered the next words.

"And when I'm done with you, you'll look back and regret not begging for death on this day."

He leaned back so he could see my face with that sinister smile that held a thousand promises of his he'll break me on his lips.