The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 218

That you, the person they’ve stabbed in the back and kicked to the curb, wanted to ki ll, going so far as to send you off to your demise whilst letting others suffer with you, are the one to give them the taste of h ell you and so many innocent others went through?

It was the warm gush of blood and the piercing of flesh that ripped me back into reality. The heavy weight of his severed arm dangling from my mou th that gave me back my senses. Realization dawning on me even in my wolf form that ah, I just ripped his arm off.

That the thought of oh, I’m mauling this man with wild abandon had sunken in.

Would it have been so wrong to say I was thoroughly enjoying the adrenaline rushing through my veins? Would I be sadistic in admitting my joy? Would I be a sociopath for my lack of empathy?

That feeling his blood dripping from my teeth and running down my fur brought me such deep-rooted satisfaction and pride to see that the man I once thought was untouchable could be reduced to nothing more than a small, powerless, blubbering greedy monster on the verge of death.

Nothing.

He is nothing.

My paws dug deep into the ground, claws extending in focus, with one swipe on my mind. One swipe of my claws would be all it took. Take his head. Pierce his heart. Let him bleed to death. No matter what the choice, it would all end in the same fashion.

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Benicio howled in pain, his thick body curling into the ground at the loss of his limb. His back quivering into spasms as he struggled to get up. I could feel his anger, the humiliation radiating off of him in waves when those eyes locked down on mine. He’d long given up any thoughts of surrender- his pride the executioner and his stu pidity the trigger.

The shouts and chaos among us nothing more than an annoying ringing in my ears.

We wanted blood.

My wolf and I.

And we were going to get it.

Snapping my head to the side, I tossed his arm toward the crowd surrounding us. Rolling and skidding across the ground, it landed in front of dear mother and Hestia. Sophie froze as she stared at her mate’s arm. The torn flesh oozing with fresh blood and the stench of it, numbing her motionless. She was in shock. Startled blue eyes slid up to look at me. Hestia shuddered, shuffling back behind Sophie.

She sought after protection.

She sought after a wall to separate us.

It’s almost comical how I never noticed until now. Then again, no one else did either. She was always so good at it. So natural in playing the part.

So good at playing the innocent, kind-hearted Luna to be.

But that perfect mask of hers had been cracked and destroyed a while ago and she let her real emotions slip. She let her true feelings ooze and spill forth.

She glared at me. Though she was shaking with fear and madness she still managed to give me the nastiest scowl on her seemingly angelic face.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Turning my gaze away from her, I returned my focus on the beta. My tongue slid over my teeth, wiping clean any traces of blood still dripping from the fangs. A low growl calling him up in a taunt. Mocking him, taunting him, calling him up for a challenge all beat down on his ego.

The pride he had as Beta and for his built up reputation.

It took

while but he eventually got to sit up, roaring out despite the obvious severity of his wounds.

He was prepared to d ie.

Leaning down, snout so close to the ground it was almost touching, I peered over at him before charging. My eyes narrowed down to the vital points of his body. My sharp claws grazed into the solid stone of the cave and I practically throw myself into him.

There was no thought of consequence.

No hesitance in my mind when we crashed together. We collided forcefully with my teeth snapping into thin air for his neck. He manages to push me off just enough for him to narrowly avoid my teeth. The whine rumbles off him, a pathe tic sound compared to when he so strongly demanded me to leave four years ago.

My wolf sounds out her aggravation, her rage feeding into mine as we push ourselves harder for that weak spot. We wanted to rip it out. To rip out that mate mark of his. The ultimate form of humiliation.

To rip out a mate mark, is to deem someone unworthy while also stripping away their pride as wolves. To deny them the mate mark, meant denying his existence.

And there was nothing more I wanted than to do just that before ending it.

Benicio struggles to hold up his defenses. He was weakening rapidly. The loss of blood, trying to keep a rabid Alpha off him and the excruciating pain he felt all over his body were wearing him down. He knew better than to think any of the Alphas would help him. Their wolves could do nothing against the betas and gammas of both Crestfield and Locksworth.

His own Alpha was detained and already stripped of the title. It didn’t take genius to figure out that the decision was made and was only left to be announced. It was all for show. This “debate” was all for false pretenses when he knew Chancellor fu c king Williams would jump at anything that would rid Landon the title. What better excuse than attacking of the Luna?