CHAPTER 7

AVA'S POV

As soon as the words fell out of Alpha Axel's mouth, the werewolves who had been stalking the slave traders immediately attacked them. 

They moved in a flash, the only thing my eyes could follow was their huge body and white sharp teeth. Bodies were dropping way too quickly and easily even when the slave traders tried to put up a primary resistance. 

Even the leader of the slave traders was brutally torn apart, his body quickly shifting into nothing but pieces in only a matter of seconds. His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. 

“Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. 

This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. 

“Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. 

“Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod. 

He didn't say anything else and just returned his grim gaze to the scene unfolding. 

Few seconds later, just one of the slave traders was left alive and untouched, as ordered by Alpha Axel. He stood shaking in the middle of all the corpses and blood, his face totally drained of color, and his eyes filled with fear.

‘I remember this guy,’ I recalled, rummaging through my thoughts to remember.‘He was the one who cut the rope that hung the trap next to a tree.’

The irony was cruel, I was at their mercy a while ago and now they were at the mercy of a bigger and stronger predator. 

The young wolf began, stuttering, his voice trembling with fear, “P-p-please, h-have mercy on y-your s-servant, Alpha. I-I-I won't sp-speak a w-word of wh-what h-happened h-here. I'll d-d-do anything y-you w-want me t-to d-do.” 

His legs seemed to give out from under him, no longer able to hold his weight, and he crumpled to the ground, still shaking uncontrollably from fear.

Alpha Axel didn't exude even an ounce of pity for the figure shaking furiously from fear. Rather he looked on the slave trader coldly, like he was a kind of disease to be avoided to the core. 

‘I doubt werewolves could get heart attacks like the humans but this guy could just be the first.’ I thought to myself as I tried to suppress a laugh, ‘He looks like he's gonna die from trauma.’ I chuckled, negating my head slightly.

“Congratulations!” Alpha Axel said slowly, his voice exuding imminent danger. He straightened his back once again as he continued, “Don't worry, you're the lucky one.”

The slave trader was still too afraid to raise his head up to look at Axel, so he kept it down even as he replied, his voice still trembling, “I'll do anything you want Alpha,” 

“Sure you will,” Kaiden murmured on the side note, his voice dripping with sarcasm straight to the core. He was quickly set in place by a cold glare from Alpha Axel, one that wanted him to hold his peace.

Alpha Axel's attention returned to the slave trader, his tone measured this time, “Don't worry, I won't kill you. I need your help, on the contrary. So you are going to be more helpful to me alive, not dead.”

The slave trader nodded his head so hard, I feared his head would really come off from his neck. “Anything you want, Alpha,” He said, unsurprisingly agreeable, that it already leaned towards the point of desperation, but then he paused, his previous enthusiasm turned uncertain, “What do… what do you want me to do?”