I can get whatever I want!

Alpha Sirius' POV

"Arrgh!" I yelled loudly, raining barrages of punches on the poor guard. He was laying there on the floor, his face looked like a mangled mess. That was the work of my hands.

This is what I usually do whenever I needed to take out my anger.

"Next?" I turned my gaze around and said. The guards lined up behind me shivered without saying a word. Of course, none of them would want to experience what their fellow comrade had experienced.

I grabbed one of them however and threw him at the wall angrily. Then I moved over to him and aimed a punch at his head but he dodged it and slipped away.

A smile crept up my lips, I like the ones who fight back.

"Show me what you got!" I told him before bolting towards him.

As I rained punches at him, images of what I had done in the slaves hall flashed through my mind. I didn't know exactly what I was angry at, I was just angry. What I did...

|Flashback|

"Don't you hurt her!" I yelled at the top of my voice but I didn't care. He touched her and he just crossed the line.

"B–but Your highness sh–" the guard wanted to speak but I walked over to him and carried him up with his gear.

My blazing eyes glared into his fearful ones. "I. Said. Do. Not. Touch. Her." I said slowly to balance the effect of fear. And it worked because he started to shiver.

I heard murmuring suddenly and that was when I became aware of my surroundings, I looked around while still carrying the guard. I saw the useless slaves all murmuring amongst each other. My gaze landed on the one I came here for.

Fear was in her eyes and I felt a pang of pain hit my stomach. She instantly bowed her head when she saw that I was looking at her. I felt dejected, she was afraid of me.

I turned back to the guard and suddenly threw him across the hall. He crashed onto it and I could hear the sound of his bones cracking.

"You caused this." I said as I walked over to him with my hands fisted. The guard tried to stand but couldn't. He shivered in fear as I closed in on him.

"Your highness please." He stuttered, sweat pouring down his face.

I didn't listen to him and just grabbed his gear and used my other fist to land a punch on his face. Blood immediately spewed out of his nose and his cheekbone shifted in position.

I continued to rain punches on him until his entire head was now covered in blood. He could barely breath by then. But I wasn't done, my punishment for anyone who displeases me is of course, death.

I lifted him off the ground and placed him in a kneeling position. I then went to his back and brought out my claws. Then in one swift motion, slit his throat from behind.

"Aahhh..." I breathed in slowly, and then I released it. Now I am satisfied.

"Clean it up." I said and stepped out of the hall. I took one last glance at the slave I had originally come here for. She was sobbing and shivering just like most of the others. I only grumbled in dissatisfaction.

|End of Flashback|

I gave one last punch to the guard I was dealing with currently making him pass out completely. I paused to look down at my work again but a frown was still etched unto my face.

Even with all these, I still haven't broken a sweat. No one wasn't just strong enough to make that happen.

"Sirius." I heard a familiar voice call out to me. There was only one person that could call me without my title apart from my deceased parents.

"Hey Klaus." I said before turning to see my beta standing by the entrance of the room.

"What got you angry this time?" He asked, rolling his eyes. He didn't seem surprised at the scene he came to meet because he knew me too well. We have been friends since we were kids and we had grown up together. Even before I became Alpha, I had promised him I would make him my beta.

I grabbed a goblet and gulped the wine inside. "Its a long story, my friend." I replied.

We both went out of the room and headed for my office.

"I heard you took out a guard because of a slave." He divulged and I chuckled. Of course news would have flown all over the pack house about what I had done. I wouldn't be surprised if the news has managed to creep out of the gates of the pack house by now.

"So it's true, who exactly is that slave that made you do that?" He asked when I didn't say anything.

We entered my office and I took my seat on my royal chair. "I honestly don't have an idea." I said. Klaus then gave me that suspicious look.

"Well, that aside. There are more important things to discuss." He said dismissively. My brows furrowed slightly, what does he mean by 'more important things'? Does he think that slave girl isn't important?

I didn't say anything and that was only because he was my friend. Why was I even angry about that?

"Two days from now is the day of another match and there are a lot of contestants this time, mate." He said and handed me a long piece of parchment that he brought out of his robes. I roughly read through the endless list of names on the parchment.

"Has the arena been set up?" I asked and he nodded.

"Some merchants also wish to be present." He said and I raised my brows, "Don't worry, I already had them questioned and looked into, no one will ruin our secret business." He assured.

"Besides, we could earn some extra thousand gold pieces from them you know." He added with a grin. I shook my head playfully, Klaus and his love for money ...

But why wouldn't I feel confident with Klaus though? He is as capable as anyone I know in all four Lands. Good thing I chose him as my beta.

After the brief meeting, he left my office, leaving me alone. My mind drifted back to the female slave. I could still remember how I almost got lost in her eyes when I snapped that old man's neck. They were so ...

"Curse the Damned!" I bellowed and smashed my fist on the table. I am Alpha Sirius Night, I can get whatever I want.

I tore out a piece of parchment and grabbed a feather, dipped it inside the jar of ink and began to draw out a painting of the slave. I know it might sound odd but yes, I can paint.

When I was done, I mind-linked the guard outside my office and he stepped in immediately.

"Tell Pomfrey to bring me this slave. She has been promoted to be my personal maid." I ordered and handed him the parchment. With a bow, he left my office to carry out my order.