Kill me, Alpha

"Elena and I were madly in love," Declan began, his voice barely a whisper, and my breath caught in my throat. He paused, letting the weight of his words settle over the room. I clenched my fists, feeling the sharp sting of my nails digging into my palms.

 "What... what are you talking about, Declan?" I managed to choke out, my voice trembling. He turned his gaze toward me, his eyes hard.

"On the day I attempted to take my life," he continued, "I received a letter and a dagger from Elena. I recognized her handwriting immediately. Every curve of every word was hers." His voice wavered for a moment, a flicker of the old Declan surfacing, but then he forced it down, his expression hardening.

 "In the letter, she revealed that Alpha Alexander had decided to marry her off to a disabled man. She pleaded for me to take a stand for her, and if I failed, she threatened to end her life with the very same poisoned dagger she had sent me. I did what she wanted. That’s all I knew." His voice grew colder, each word hitting me like a blow.

"Why, Declan?" I asked, a sob breaking free from my chest. My voice cracked, and tears blurred my vision. He glanced at me then, his eyes empty, like a stranger wearing Declan's face. His mouth twisted into a bitter smile.

"You wouldn't have understood," he said dismissively, as if my pain meant nothing, as if I meant nothing. Then he turned away, his back to me, cutting off whatever connection we once had.

The last bit of resistance and courage left me like a broken thread snapping in the wind. My legs buckled, and I collapsed to my knees, the weight of betrayal crushing me. My sobs echoed in the silence, but no one moved to help.

“Now, it is time for punishment. Alpha Logan, you are free to decide her punishment.” The Alpha King's voice rang out, cold and triumphant, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His pleasure was evident, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched my despair.

Alpha Logan rose from his seat, each step heavy with purpose as he began to close in around me. His eyes burned with malice, and I could see no trace of mercy in them. It felt like the walls of the hall were closing in, the air growing colder with every breath.

The inevitable approach of death loomed over me, closer with each passing second. My head began to spin, and a dark part of me craved the end, a release from this unending torment. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing it all away.

"I want my death now," I whispered to the shadows that swirled inside my mind.

“She should be killed, Alpha. She is dangerous.” Voices rang in my ears, loud and venomous, echoing in the vast hall. I couldn't tell who spoke, but their words cut deeper than any blade. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out, feeling the taste of iron flood my mouth.

“Please. Spare me from all of this pain. Kill me, Alpha Logan,” I begged, my voice breaking, each word laced with despair. I knew he was listening—he was always listening, watching me like a predator cornering its prey. His expression didn't change, but the silence that followed was thick with tension, wrapping around me like a noose. The room went still, everyone waiting with bated breath for his verdict.

Alpha Logan's growl reverberated through the hall, a sound that made the air shudder with its ferocity. He turned to the gathered audience, his voice booming. “I, Alpha of Red Crescent pack, want you to hear that…..” He paused, and his gaze flickered toward me for the briefest moment.

I couldn't hear anything more after that—his words seemed to fade away, as if the world had turned the volume down on reality. My ears rang with silence, and panic clawed at my chest. What was he saying? Was he condemning me to die?

Desperation clawed at my mind, and I struggled to focus on his moving lips, but my senses failed me. A wave of dizziness overtook me, and the faces of the crowd blurred into a faceless sea of judgment and disgust. My vision darkened at the edges, creeping inward like a suffocating fog.

And then, the ground seemed to shift beneath me, my knees giving way entirely. My mind slipped into darkness, cold and unyielding. Perhaps this was the embrace of death. Perhaps it would be merciful, after all.