Evil thoughts brewing

Luciano's POV

As I paced my study with different unhinged thoughts assailing my mind, a knock came on the door yanking me back to reality.

"Who is it?" I barked.

"It's Gamma Reginald, Alpha. May I come in?" The voice of my third in command and warrior leader, wafted through the door, causing me to inhale heavily.

Picking up my cigar from the ashtray, I bellowed. "You can come in. I presume you're alone."

"Yes, Alpha. I came alone." 

"Very well then." I muttered, lighting up my cigar.

"Alpha," He said, bowing in front of me. "The preparations for the funeral are underway and the autopsy report have just arrived from the pack's hospital. Would you like to take a look at it now?"

"That's good. Now we can know whether the omega truly killed her." Killian spoke from within, and I ignored him.

"Don't bother showing it to me. I already know who killed her and I'm going to make her pay. There's no use leaving her to enjoy an underserved solitude in the dungeon. She deserves to get her punishment as soon as possible." I said, before taking two consecutive puffs out of my cigar.

“The knife that was used was laced with silver. I think you should know this, Alpha.” Reginald divulged.

“Where could she have gotten silver from?” I asked, a mix of confusion and ire coursing through me.

Silver was banned in my pack; I was the only one who had access to it, but I made it available to the warriors during unavoidable circumstances like wars.

I knew how toxic the element was to supernatural creatures like us, so I made sure that it wasn’t within easy reach.

“It’s either there’s more to her than meets the eye or someone gave it to her.” Reginald answered.

“I have to get that confession out of her by hook or by crook.” I uttered, to which gamma nodded.

"Don't do this, Luciano. I'm telling you that girl isn't who you're looking for. Have you forgotten how expensive silver is? Where could she have gotten money to purchase it? You're only blaming her because you feel helpless and mad at yourself for not protecting your mother." My wolf spoke defiantly.

Many times, I often wondered if Killian was my wolf or an enemy because he seldom agreed with my decisions.

Although I didn't care about his opinions, his audaciousness never ceased to infuriate me.

"Fucking bastard of a wolf." I seethed aloud, without caring Reginald was in the room with me.

"Is everything alright, Alpha?" Reginald asked, to which I chortled mirthlessly.

"Has anything been alright in a long time?" I retorted with a rhetorical question.

Reginald and I were in the same grade in the pack highschool, but he didn't attend the pack's college as he found his calling in being the head of the pack warriors.

Out of my officials, he was the closest in age with me, so I felt freer with him at times.

"Is this about the omega in the dungeon? What manner of torture or punishment would you like me to deliver to her?" He asked.

Staring down at my cigar, I realized it had shortened in just a little while, so I placed it on the ashtray before facing my gamma.

"You don't have to bother with the punishment. I will do it myself. I have a plan already but I'm yet to decide whether or not I'd like to bring it into fruition." I revealed, and Reginald nodded.

"I trust your impeccable sense of judgement always, Alpha. Would you like me to do anything else for you?" He asked.

"You said the funeral preparations are underway right?"

"Yes, Alpha."

"Very well then. I don't need you to do anything else for me," I said. "You may leave."

"Yes, Alpha." 

He closed the door with a gentle slam on his way out.

Gazing from the rows of cigars and blunts on my desk to the clock mounted against the wall, I debated within myself on whether or not to have my fifth smoke of the day, at fifteen minutes to ten in the morning.

"Your mother wouldn't want you endangering your health like this. You know how much she despised seeing you smoke." Like the nagger he was, my wolf chirped as I retrieved a blunt.

As always, I ignored him and lit the blunt before making my way over to sit on the sofa at the center of the room.

Closing my eyes, I sighed, feeling my brain soak up the marijuana from the blunt.

I didn't realize there was a second presence in the room with me until I heard the soft clearing of throat, followed by the spicy smell of cinnamon mixed with notes of lemon.

Great.

She was here.

Just when I wanted to get my first sleep in five days.

"I'm so sorry I got here so late, Luci. I tried to get here as fast as I could, but stuff came up and-"

"Please save your rambles, Mia. I was trying to catch some sleep before you came in." I muttered, reluctantly opening my eyes to see her leaning over me–her boobs were nearly touching my lips.

Mia was a she-wolf, and the daughter of my father's beta.

Before my father died, he wished for her to be my mate and the luna of the pack, but as fate would have it, my mate ended up being the damn omega wench.

Fucking Freya.

Although I didn't want Mia as my mate, it'd have been definitely better to have her as my mate, instead of Freya.

At least she loved me or so it seemed.

"That isn't the proper way to greet your girlfriend, Luciano." She scoffed, before planting a loud smooch on my lips.

"Get out of your delusional mindset for once, Mia. I have made it clear to you for times without number, that I can never see you as nothing but a warm mouth and pussy." I said, looking her straight in the eye.

"I doubt she cares about that. The girl is obsessed with you." Killian chipped in, and for the first time in five days, my wolf and I agreed on something.

Just like I expected, Mia remained undaunted as her face broke into a grin.

"Are you mad at me because I left quickly on the evening of dowager luna's birthday?" She asked, unbuttoning my shirt, while littering kisses down my face.

I pushed her off me. "Let it go, Mia. Are you a fucking nymphomaniac? Do you even understand what has happened to me in the past five days?"

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she sniffled.

"I was just trying to help you take your mind off it. I wanted to help you raise your dopamine levels." She wept.

"Can't you see I'm grieving?" I spat, as I stood up and buttoned my shirt.

In an instant, her eyes were drier than the sahara desert and she had a lustful grin playing at the sides of her lips.

"That's the reason why you need me to get that sadness out of your system." She said, biting her lips seductively.

That did it.

"Heavens, she's persistent." Killian huffed.

"Get out, Mia." I muttered.

She stared at me in shock before staring at the void behind herself. "Are you talking to me?"

"Is there by chance anyone else named Mia here?" I scoffed.

"Asshole." The water works were back again as she threw me a glare before storming out of my study.

Mia was right though–I really needed to get the despondency out of my mind.

I couldn't slack off on my duties. I had a pack to rule.

"We need to go for a run." I said to Killian as I trekked out of the study to my bedchamber.

I took a quick shower before donning the first casual outfit I set my eyes on in my closet–a black long sleeve shirt with a pair of black slacks coupled with black dress shoes.

"No guards." I declared when I noticed the guards preparing to follow me as I walked into the parking lot.

Then, I drove to the mountains. When I got there, I stripped out of my clothes and shifted into my wolf form.

My body felt at peace as my bones cracked and morphed into my more carnivorous form.

People often described my wolf form as a huge wolf with glossy black fur and a pair of fiery red eyes.

Thereafter, I ran through the entirety of the mountain's vicinity for about an hour and half before I transformed back to my human form, with an iniquitous idea on how to torture the truth out of Freya, before killing her off, forming in my head.

I could easily use one stone to kill two birds. I thought, utterly pleased with myself as I drove back to the palace.