Chapter 5

ADRIAN'S POV

Before I could say another word another arrow flew past me. I sat stunned as the arrows kept raining in, thankfully, missing me and the Alpha, but it was the look on his face that snapped my attention back. I got up quickly, and grabbing a nearby shield the Alpha always kept handy, I pushed it forward towards the windows and bared them with their iron shutters, managing to get some arrows into my arm in the process.

“Have you stolen some Alpha’s mate and brought a war upon us?” My father, the Alpha of my tribe, and constant pain in my neck asked as I turned around to face him, wincing as I pulled out the arrows from my upper arm – blasted things! They were poisoned, and now my arm would take even longer to heal.

“Answer me!” The Alpha snapped, and only then did I notice how angry he was.

“No! I didn’t !” I spat out angrily. “Maybe you should learn to have a little more faith in your heir.”

Alpha Ambrose sneered. He looked like he had a whole lot to say but now was not the time. Reaching out, he struck me on the face with his claws, leaving four gaping red lines when he pulled his claws away, then he dragged me to him with so much force I would have toppled over if I did not have much stamina.

“I would treat you like an heir when you start to act like one – in fact, the way you act in this battle would determine how much you’ve learned about being an heir.”

He eventually let go of me, and I was proud when I didn’t stumble despite the force of his push. I held his eyes with mine and continued staring till he looked away. “I would bring you the head of whoever led this attack. I would bring you his head on a pike.” 

I bowed sarcastically, leaving the room, I closed the door at the look of mild surprise on his face.

I had a battle to fight, and the bastards who had thought to attack us were going to regret the moment they were born. Before I killed their bloody leader, I was going to rape his mate in front of him while he watched, before I sink my claws into his throat.

There was a bubbling anger within me that I wanted to express. I wanted to hurt someone, someone weaker than me, and cause that person pain the same way my father derived pleasure from bringing me pain.

The noise outside had grown louder now, and war chants were sounding outside. My father’s beta had probably already gathered the warriors and charged them into battle. I laughed without mirth. "How did my Alpha Ambrose expect me to fill his shoes if he couldn’t even let me lead the fighters."

A female screamed and ran out of one of the rooms. I had little time to take in her bare upper body with well-shaped boobs, her curly blond hair, and blue eyes before she threw herself on me sobbing about not wanting to die. Apparently, my father was allowed to keep his whores, but not me. I pulled her head up towards mine and kissed those juicy lips of hers --- that felt more than good, they were indeed made for kissing.

She abandoned her fear, and drew me closer to her, trying to deepen the kiss, but I had a war to fight.

I dug my hand lower and squeezed her exposed flesh – a little rougher than I would naturally have, but I was still angry with how my father treated me. Her whimper sounded nice, but I wanted tears in her eyes. I pinched the sensitive flesh, and the tears finally filled her eyes before I pushed her away, watching her stumble and fall to the ground, exposing more of her beautiful flesh – she obviously didn’t have my stamina. I walked away from her.

I didn’t charge into the war like the rest of my father’s dumb warriors, instead, I picked up Zayn as we went to collect intelligence, you know like "Strike the shepherd, and the sheep would scatter."

We were bent low, taking cover with the trees that were around as we inched closer toward the enemy.

“If you ask me, we should just charge against these idiots – take no prisoners…” Zayn muttered. He had been whining for some time now and it was beginning to get on my nerves.

"I’ve told you Zayn –”

“I know I Know!” He snapped. “You want to learn who their leader is so that you can get his heart on a pike – win back your father’s love.” He sounded sarcastic as he spoke.

I decided to ignore him, but then, he suddenly stood up.

“I’m here! With the Alpha’s son, come and get me!” He shouted at the top of his voice. The bloody bastards were on us in seconds.

A smile broke out on Zayn’s face, this was the battle he had been waiting for. Even though he was an Omega, he was very skilled with the sword. The enemy warriors were already slain at our feet in no time, all but a young-looking beta we had kept alive to get information from him.

“Come on boy. Drop your sword and we promise to let you live.” Zayn said, laughing sarcastically.

"After we’ve made you cry in pain,” I added heartily seeing the fear registered on his face, although the lad looked like he was trying to be brave. 

Zayn was the first to hit the sword of the boy, then I picked him up with my bare claws digging into his flesh.

"Please!” He whimpered. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Not if you tell me who your leader is,” I snapped,  feeling bored already.

“I can’t tell you that!” He pleaded, and then before we could do anything else, he dug his claws into his throat, killing himself.

“Well, that’s one loyal bastard.” I conceded to Zayn. We were still thinking of the next step when we smelt the smoke.

All around the back of the manor house was on fire! Our supplies were completely raised to the ground. The pathetic enemy seemed to be winning!

"I'll kill them. I will kill all of those bastards." I roared in anger.