Black Demon Pack!

Dexter POV

My eyes were fixed on the screen of my phone, waiting for Blaze to return from the woods. It's been ten minutes and he's not yet back. I took my face off the screen and looked outside the window.

Finally, he was coming. A frown appeared on my face as he walked majestically towards the car. He entered and slammed the door shut.

"I never knew it takes you ten minutes to pee" I said in an angry tone.

"I had to take care of something important. I'm sorry, Dexter" He apologized. I frowned again and focused on my phone. I don't even want to know what the problem was. How can I be mad at my beta? He needed his own privacy.

"Mars is dead. He was fed with poison by mistake" he said. I froze and raised my head, glaring at him.

How the heck did that happen?! I left one of my men with Mars. How can he be dead?!

"And?"

"He's being tortured right now" Blaze added.

"Drive" I ordered. He started the car and we drove home.

Immediately the car pulled over, one of my men rushed to open the door. I gently alighted from the car, slipping my phone into my pocket.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"This way" Blaze replied and walked me to the death house.

It's a small room where I personally torture my men, the disobedient ones. The ones who have a death wish for messing with me. They deserve to be tortured before going to hell. I believe the devil can handle the rest of the torturing when I'm done with them.

I walked in and what first hit me was the smell of rotten old blood. I raised my hand and my father's omega stopped torturing him. I haven't become Alpha yet, so I don't own anything except my men and my beta. This particular one that was being tortured had stepped on my toe by killing what was mine.

Blaze handed me my black leather gloves. I wore it as I walked towards him. My hands don't deserve to be stained by his filthy blood. None of these men deserve my hand to be stained with their blood. I'm not in the same filthy league as them. I am Dexter Fenrir, son of the Alpha of Black Demon Pack, Conri Fenrir. No bloody creature messes with me and goes scott free.

My men walked away from him, leaning on the walls. All they've been doing was melting his skin with hot iron. That wasn't a way to torture someone. They were just playing with him.

"What is my number one rule, Matt?" I asked him. His breath became sky and his lips trembled. I could literally hear his heart beating violently from where I stood.

Gently, step by step, I walked towards his sweaty body. I froze when my designer shoe stepped on some liquid. My men turned their face away in disgust.

The fvck!

This bastard just peed on himself. That's what I call fear.

"Just kill me master, kill me" he said.

"I will" I replied.

"But first, let's have a little fun" I said. My hand went through the tools on the tray. I was looking for the right one for him till I found it.

The sharp plier, one of a kind. It was my favourite torturing tool. It can be used on any part of the body.

His eyes met with it and he started to shake again.

"Pin him down!" I ordered. They rushed and grabbed him, pressing him down on the chair.

"Where should I start from?" I asked, staring at him from head to toe.

"Kill me, please! Let me die" He yelled. If I wanted him to die a peaceful death, I'd just shoot him right through his mouth, but that was no fun. It's been quite a long while since I had fun last. Let me just enjoy it now the opportunity has presented itself.

I took his hand, trailing my thumb on his finger nails.

"This" I said and clipped his thumbnail, pulling it up a bit. His scream echoed around the room. The rate of his heart beat increased. He started sweating more as his eyes reddened. This was just the beginning and he was already reacting this way. I chuckled in delight.

I pulled the nail from his flesh, ripping it off his thumb and dropped it on the floor.

"One" I counted.

He started bleeding from the finger, screaming as the pain registered. I went to the second finger.

"P... please master" he whispered, whimpering in pain.

I didn't listen to his petty plea. I clipped the second one and pulled it harder than the first one. He screamed again.

"Two" I counted.

I could even see the faces my men were making. They can never get use to my ways.

I was about to go to the next one when his head fell. He wasn't shivering anymore. His hand fell from mine.

They checked him.

"Master... He swallowed his tongue" one of my men said.

I angrily threw the plier. The fun was no longer there.

"He's dead? Burn his body and throw his ashes away. That's what he gets for killing my favourite dog" I said and left.

"Clean this room up" Blaze said and followed me behind.

As if he knew, the room was so stinking. As we headed to the mansion, I handed Blaze the gloves back.

My father was having dinner with his mistress. Her face is so tiring. I've been seeing it since I was a boy.

"Look, it's my son. Come join us, Dexter" he said.

"I'm busy" I said and turned to leave.

"Did you have fun on your trip?" He asked.

Why was he acting like he cared? All he cares about is his position as Alpha, his stupid mistress and his life.

I ignored his question completely and was heading to my room when I heard his voice.

"You'll be going to sign a contract for me at the mid East region tomorrow" he said.

I frowned and shot him a hard glare. His mistress noticed my anger and touched my father's hand.

"Darling, he just came back. Let him have a little rest first" she said.

"No! Don't say anything Tasha. He'll have to go there and sign the document. Those people over there hate me and my pack. It's not my fault I own half of the city. I won the war fair and square" he said and laughed.

I finally turned and left him while he was still laughing. Blaze followed me behind, into my room.

I got in and took my suit off. Blaze took it from me and hung it.

"Do you want me to call a lady for you?" He asked.

"I'm fine. I just want to sleep" I replied.

"I'll draw your bath then" he said.

"You should go to your quarter Blaze. I'll take care of myself" I said to him.

"Fine. Good night bro" he said and left. I locked the door after he left. I hurriedly washed my hands and changed into my pyjamas.

.

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My three days trip was in vain. How could I go round half of the city and not find my mate?

All I want is to mark her and take my place as the Alpha. Nothing else.

I'm not interested in loving anyone or mating with her.

After all, my father never loved my mother. That's her reason for running away after giving birth to me. I was a joke, my birth was a joke to her.

I laid on the bed and took a look at my luggage. There's no need for opening it. I'm leaving the house again tomorrow. I hate my life. I'll love it when I become Alpha and have more power.

I stretched my hands to the light switch and pushed it hard. It made a flicker sound and the light in the room turned off.