refuse! I have no intention of having any more

Brave because she can say those words in a room filled with several alphas who could slice and dice her with a swipe of their paw or crush her swallow pipe with a clench of their hands. Stupid because she stood and has no alpha who can back her if the others turn on her, a mere weak female.

I cocked my head to one side and continued watching her, carefully assessing. Her vehement refusal should be understood. After all, she had just lost her alpha. But. So what?

She should be thinking of survival and slinking away quietly instead of struggling. It is futile. Give up and wait until a better option appears. Growls echoed with in the space the wolves presently dwelled. Rising as each alpha snarled and snapped threateningly. The foolish enforcer continued to stand even when her male beside her looked around nervously, ears flat on top of his head, biting his lips, on the verge of baring ivory fangs.

You could see he is trying but reacting threateningly among his betters would only cause death to ensnare both even more.

Unable to stay silent I spoke up, thinking that saving her life would perhaps give me some sort of bonus. “That is good, but once the vote has been proposed and it has been agreed upon, it no longer matters what you want.” Slowly speaking, I thought that with me sounding so agreeable, that I was showing her mercy, but what she said next was a bit too much for someone of her rank, no?

“Bullshit!”

She slammed her hand on the table, shaking the muchtreasured thing. How brave is this weakling?

What made her so gassed up?

Sure, she was female, an enforcer and had a lenient alpha, but... Still, what right did she have to speak like this in a meeting between alphas?

Her tall stature, pale form and Blonde hair secured in a ponytail showed her anger and rejection for all to see.

Was it because of her mate and that dead alpha was too lenient to her as well? I sneered at this foolish female. What a waste of enforcer power. It was no wonder the said alpha had been gutted; his stupidity was contagious. She continued talking.

I wanted to reach out and squeeze her face, but decided against it.

Bowing my head, I gritted out in a low tone.

“You are annoying me. Enforcer, you have no right to voice your opinions here. Your alpha is dead.”

I said this softly. I felt that within myself that speaking softly was my limit. If I had to speak further, it would be best to kill her off and be damned with the consequences. Her voice, that voice... The posture... It was as if she was challenging me and I needed to put her in her place.

Seriously, what made her so brave to stand before us and refuse?

My eyes narrowed, feeling a tingling sensation but unable to pinpoint it exactly. All I knew was that she was becoming more and more an eyesore.

What right did an enforcer have to challenge an alpha and one who lacks an alpha to back her?

“We females have a right to choose, if we…” she continued

with her rant.

My gaze bled silver, my claws made the tip of my fingers itch, but I didn’t let them show their presence. Instead, I calmed myself. I had to be. Females — are so —there was a scent that drifted towards me. I felt confused for a moment, which caused my previous thoughts to derail. To confirm the scent, I sniffed once more, gaze slowly focusing on the enforcer. My rage receded by more than half upon coming to a realization. How interesting… my head cocked on a side. I truly could not kill this enforcer now even if I wanted to.

Pity.

No, she could not die, but something else can be done so she would be put in her place, and also make her hurt for so many days that she would wish she was dead. Yes, this way is better.

Slipping from my chair, I kept my gaze on the enforcer, who continued to stand, breathing hard after her rant was over.

Moving quickly and silently, I was a mere blur of movement. My hand shot out, gripping her jaw and twisting it so that it hung loosely. Yapping so much becomes annoying.

This way, she could not truly voice her pain. Immediately after, I fractured her skull, leaving a long jagged crack, both her hands, her legs; starting with the ankle moving to the knee and hip. While she continued to try screaming but nothing exited, since I had also damaged her voice box.

Those eyes of hers were watery and wide. The twin orbs stared up at me with fear etched within, so beautiful. The pain, the horror. This is what a mere enforcer who has no alpha should feel surrounded by alphas!

This is the reaction she should have had before gathering courage she could not afford to stand and voice her useless opinion!

Sating my anger, I sat with her head in my lap, unbothered by the blood. She coughed as I tore out each of her teeth, pocketing them one at a time. Finished with that, I returned to my seat, disregarding the now toothless enforcer, and waited for the meeting to continue. Not even bothering to look at the foolish enforcer who was being carried out by two omegas to be “fixed properly” so that the healing bones could be re-aligned correctly.

See the thing about me was a simple thing; I was good at torture just as I was with killing.

I know all the ways to make you wish you were dead or have a nightmare of my pretty face for the rest of your life without killing you.

The most surprising thing was that you can be even stronger after I was “finished helping” you, but you will always fear me, respect me and have the desire to die for me before my “Helping” again.

When she was almost carried through the door, I said in the most beautiful tone since I was presently feeling pleased.

“You are breeding, so I have shown mercy by not damaging you so much. The pups in your womb would suffer. As a female, your womb is needed, since it is also clear you can breed. Your previous alpha made a mistake and died. Why would you try for vengeance and do such a stupid thing? I will make this clear once. The rules are made by the alphas. As an enforcer, you are to enforce such rules. You don’t question us as alphas. If you utter one fucking word against me you die. I am not weak in this form. I am not an omega. I am a fucking alpha and the next time you utter a word towards me in such a manner again I will binge eat on. Your. Corpse!”

Slowly, softly spoken the etiquette taught from a child until now, even if the context was a total opposite.

Her mate appeared as if he lost his mind.