CHAPTER 5: A BLOODY MASSACRE

Tristan's POV

I shut my eyes and reclined back between Laleh's legs, letting the bubbling water, sweet smelling soaps, soothing balms and the feel of Laleh's skin be the remedy to my pain.

I wasn't sure where the pain was coming from. My head, my heart, my body, everywhere ached. I wanted the soapy water to wash it all away.

This had once been my father's room. The extravagant alpha of the proud poison fang pack went all out with his quarters. My mother and father lived in opulence and luxury as the luna and alpha of this esteemed pack.

I was supposed to be here with her, my beautiful luna, Selena of the White moon pack. But that wench was no longer fit to rule by my side and until I can find myself a decent mate, Laleh will have to do. She doesn't complain. Doesn't talk back and she sure as fuck doesn't reject me.

My knuckles fisted and I slapped the soapy water. Laleh gasped as I sat up and huffed out an angry breath.

That stupid bitch! She dared to reject me!

Laleh sighed and sat up, pulling me back to lie between her legs. I was encased between her shapely thighs and her ankles wrapped around my torso, locking me in her embrace. Her masterful fingers trailed the hair on my chest while her left hand played with my nipple, immediately spiking up desire for her.

"Fuck," I whispered breathlessly as she traced kisses on my shoulder and slowly grounded her pussy on my back.

My breathing spiked, but for a different reason than my rage a second ago. She was working her magic on me, heightening my desire and pleasure for her but also loosening my frazzled knots and calming my mind. My length grew hard at the effect of her magic.

"You witch," I murmured, taking her hand that was caressing my chest and pressing kisses on her knuckles.

She let out hearty laughter, "allow me to pleasure you, my alpha," she whispered, taking the shell of my ear between her teeth and giving it a light tug.

I relaxed and closed my eyes but once more, I was transported back the events of today. The rejection from my mate and the massacre of her clan.

There had been blood. So much blood. So many missing body parts and the entire place had been set on fire.

I grew soft again as my mind trailed back to the gory sight I had gazed upon today.

"You're distracted again," Laleh whispered against my ear. "Let me do more." Her skilled hands traced down my V-line, leaving pleasureful shivers trailing down my spine.

She held the girth of my length and gave it a gentle, firm stroke. A loud groan left my throat and I threw my head back against her shoulder.

As she kept stroking me, I was caught in between the lingering thought of the awful massacre I had seen and giving into the pleasure that beholds me.

I went for the former.

"This is the most gruesome massacre I have ever witnessed," one of the sentinels had confessed when we had gone to see the White Moon pack's former territory now a blood bath zone.

I wanted to agree with the sentinel, but I couldn't deny this wasn't the first time I was witnessing such a gruesome sight.

"What do you think could have caused it?" another sentinel asked as we all puzzled at the sight.

The people weren't just murdered but torn apart limb for limb, bone for bone. Whoever did this didn't want each individual to be buried with their full body part?

"Maybe a wild beast," Roy, one of the sentinels who had followed us, suggested and I scoffed.

"What kind of cursed beast can wipe away an entire tribe and no one could tame it?" I replied but my reply struck a nerve in me.

What cursed beast?

The word cursed sent shivers down my spine as my mind traveled back to an awfully familiar and similar sight I had witnessed. When my mother died; when she was brutally killed by Zander when he ran wild.

Could this be Zander? I wondered, goosebumps sprouting on my skin as I entertained the wild thought. No, no, it can't be. It can't be! He was dead! Timothy had confirmed it… right?

"You are no fun," Laleh complained, snapping me back to earth.

"My mind is just somewhere else," I confessed, as I noticed her hands were still working my lengths which were still soft.

"I am here doing all I can to please my Alpha and his mind is somewhere else. Am I not good enough for you anymore," she teased, crooning in my ear, I could tell she was teasing as she stroke me again, harder and firmer, just the way I liked it.

I let out a sharp groan and I could see her smirk in satisfaction as I grew hard again in her hands. She is a goddess at what she does—praise the moon goddess for bringing someone who satisfies all my sexual cravings.

"So what's on your mind?" she asked, it wasn't typical of Laleh to meddle in my thoughts, but I needed to share my thoughts with someone, or else I would lose my mind undoubtedly.

"The White moon pack," I started saying before Laleh interjected impatiently. The water had stopped flowing, and Laleh turned it off to stop it from overflowing.

"What about them?" She persisted.

I let out an exasperated gasp.

"The massacre was too gruesome, body parts separated, some were ripped out from the inside, their body organs scattered in pieces, their bones—" I was still describing when Laleh interrupted me.

"Please no details," she said in a small voice, worry and fear clear in her voice. "I don't need to know how gruesome it was, my imagination runs wild."

I chuckled, "Don't tell me the great dark witch is scared of some chilling gory details," I teased her, and I could see her hands that rested on my cock squeezing it playfully a little.

"Ugh!" I groaned in pleasure, a lazy smile splayed on my lips.

"There is nothing chilling about gruesome murders," she muttered.

"So why are you haunted by their murder?" I asked.

She paused and glared at a dark lily plant that was placed in a vase beside the tub.

"Is it because they are your healers and without them, most of your soldiers would die?" She asked, changing the question and bringing the focus back to me.

I had not thought of that as the raging consequences of the wiping away of the entire white moon pack dawned on me. We had lost our healers and slaves.

"Fuck," I mumbled, whoever did this must have deliberately and calculatingly done it to weaken us, knowing what made us almost immortal came from them.

"That is one of my worries," I lied, even though I hadn't given it a single thought.

"Don't worry, as long as you have me by your side, I will keep healing you," she assured me. That was comforting in a way but one Witch can't heal a complete pack and the thing with Laleh powers for every spell that is being cast either good or bad entails a staggering profound repercussion to it.

"But that isn't all," I confessed.

"What is it?" she asked again and I could feel the genuine concern in her voice.

"The murder site, it was familiar, “ I muttered, skeptical if this was a thought I wanted to share with Laleh.

But I continued anyway, "When my mother was brutally murdered by Zander, I could almost swear it was in the same manner,"

Laleh was quiet, too quiet, I know her too well to know she was scrutinizing, analyzing, and digesting all the information she had just received.

"That is impossible, " she finally stated. Her voice lost an octave in its transmission.

"Are you sure?" I asked expressing my uncertainty.

"Of course I am sure," she started loudly this time. Regaining her once-lost unwavering sense of confidence.

"Then how do you explain the similarity in the scenery or is there another cursed prince I do not know about," I replied agitated. I wasn't getting the assurance I always got for her, instead underneath her seductive sophisticated voice showed fear in its minute form.

"Don't you trust me anymore?" she asked in a tone one could mistake for a command. "Wasn't I the one who cast the spell on your father that lead to his eminent death, then why again do you doubt my capability?" she asked.

I feel the need to answer her, in all honesty, to tell her the death footprint left could only be my brother but that would also mean admitting I failed to get the job done once again when it comes to my insufferable brother.

And it made me irrationally angry.

I turned my anger at the weaker opponent, not wanting to let such thoughts of failure take over my mind.

"You will learn to speak to me with more respect, Laleh, or you will be treated worse than a slave." I warned.

She bowed her head. She was the perfect picture of docility and submission and it pleased me immensely. "I don't mean to disrespect you, my alpha. I am sorry if my words made it sound that way."

"Pray to whatever gods you serve that you do not fail me," I told her. "If there is even a slim chance that my brother might be alive, it's your head on the chopping block, Laleh."

"Have I ever failed you, Tristan?" she whispered, "I haven't, and I have no intention of starting now." As if to prove her point, her hands gently caressed my stomach region and found their way down again to do my cock.

I let out a deep moan as she stroked me again harshly. This lady would ultimately be the death of me.

"I used the strongest of all spells that no wolf is resistant to, so tell me Alpha, have I ever failed you?" she asked again.

"You haven't," I simply replied trying not to sound unintelligible, due to the effect of her hands on my cock and her breast pressing on my bare back, She tilted my chin up and kissed me while stroking me, eliciting waves of pleasure from me and I could hear Xylith growl within me.

I finally relaxed in her arms as she stroked and darted her tongue between my parted lips, dribbling saliva into my mouth that I lapped up like a thirsty horse.

I twisted around to take one of her firm, large boobs in my hand, tugging hard on her nipples, my cock growing harder from the sharp moan that left her throat.

I kissed her back just as passionately, my fingers tracing between her folds until she was panting in my arms.

I explored her mouth with her tongue, lapping up her taste. I could fuck her right now but the next word that came out of her mouth set me aback by that motion.

"So I see you have gotten yourself a Luna," she whispered breathlessly and I froze from touching her.

She wasn't asking even though it sounded like a question.

I tried to see if I could decipher her voice, I wasn't sure what to make out of it, I don't know if she was angry or plain about it.

"What?" I murmured, kissing the corner of her lips. "Afraid I've gotten a replacement for you?"

Even though I knew damn well that no one could replace her in my life. Laleh may very well be my one true ally. The only ally i had left in this world.

She let out a hearty laughter.

"I am not afraid she would replace me." She frowned.

I wasn't sure if I believed her.

"So, is there going to be a wedding?" she asked and I could tell by her tone that she was mocking me and I was already infuriated by it.

The mocking tone in her words made rage burst behind my eyelids.

"I Selena Castellan, reject you, Tristan Morgenstein, as my mate."

That fucking bitch!

Me! She dared to reject me?!

I rose to my feet, water dripping down my body and took the white robe that was hung on the ottoman.

"Come on Tristen, I was just teasing you."

I ignored her and called out for the sentinel that was positioned in the front of my chamber.

"Go get that wench from wherever she has been locked up and bring her back to me," I commanded.

I had intended on having her mother and sister whipped and raped before her eyes, to teach her a lesson on disobedience. I had intended on plundering her miserable little clan and keeping the most beautiful girls, young or old alike as sex slaves in my harem to be used as a tool by me until I grow bored of them and slay them with my own hands.

But somebody else… some cursed monster had taken my vengeance from me.

So, that wench must pay.

I was going to make her pay further for her sins, for making me an object of humiliation. I am the great Alpha Tristan and no one, absolutely no one has the right to make a fool out of me.

She will rue the day she met me. I will make sure of it!