Alpha's Cruel Addiction

Chapter 20 All For You

? Ophelia froze. Her spine stilled and goosebumps peppered her skin. She barely controlled her shaking. At the mere mention of that man who did all of this, she couldn't even feel rage. How long had she been locked up and tortured? The weakest part of her just wanted all of this to end.

Killorn's expression remained aloof in the carriage ride. He said nothing to her the entire way. He simply scrutinized her with his brooding stare, resembling silver flames in the darkness.

What started off as two men eventually turned into tens of them. Ophelia heard horses one after another joining the ranks. When they broke into the forest, the carriage became unsteady and she heard low growls. When she shakily pulled back the curtain, her voice was in her throat.

"My men," Killorn immediately explained.

'Aren't they animals?' Ophelia stared at the enormous pack of wolves emerging from the forest. She heard a warning horn blown in the distance, warning of intruders.

Killorn gazed at her, almost with expectation. Even so, Ophelia didn't speak. How long had it last been since she opened her mouth? The ladies never said a word to each other. They were just so terrified of the wooden stick being shoved down their throats until they were on the verge of death.

Ophelia shifted her attention to Killorn. He was still watching her with his darkening pupils. His face was twisted into a deep frown that made him age even more. She could hardly breathe. His rage simmered in the air, thickening the atmosphere. When she nervously bowed her head, she saw him tightly grip his knee.

Killorn Mavez's fury was beyond the point of no return.

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"What the hell is all of this?" Patriarch Nileton roared. He was dressed in a white gown, for they had ambushed the estate in the middle of the night.

"Let me go!" Nathan protested whilst struggling violently against the tight grips of the soldiers.

Killorn Mavez turned boys into men. He was there to personally oversee all of his knights' training, until each one of them could take down five men on their own. He fed his people well, so that their bodies would always be developed and strong.

The vampires may have had speed and charm, but the werewolves had brute strength and muscles. Brawns over beauty, werewolves were everything that devastated the world. At the top of that food pyramid was a single House—Mavez Dukedom, who was in charge of the militia training for the nation's most terrifying army.

"All five generations of their family have been gathered, Commander," Gerald spoke, just as even more groups of people were dragged into the room.

Ophelia lost track of how long they had been here. She mutely stood in the center of the room with Killorn. The Niletons were glaring daggers at her. Sharp fangs bared, beady red eyes, pale skin, they were the monsters that mothers warned their children about—creatures of the night, the cruelest beast of them all. They were vampires.

"W-what is the meaning of this?!" A woman cried out as she was shoved onto her knees.

Ophelia recognized her large and fancy ring. Only Patriarch Nileton's wife possessed it. Accompanying her were the elderly, children, and a handful of adults ranging from mid-twenties to late fifties.

With each passing minute, more and more people were gathered. The Nileton knights tried to fight back, but they were just toy soldiers. No one could beat the years of experience at war that the Mavez warriors possessed. In comparison, the Nileton's guards were young boys kicking at their older brother's feet.

House Nileton's attempts were futile.

"To think we have all of the bloodsuckers gathered in one place, just because these fools decided to throw a family reunion," Beetle snickered whilst leaning against the wall.

Beetle spun a dagger in his hand. When he saw Ophelia glance over her shoulder, he offered her a wink.

Immediately, Ophelia averted her gaze. Not sure whether his intentions were to flirt with her, she shuffled her feet. The slight movement immediately caught Killorn's attention.

"You'll release us this instant if you fear for your lives, Mavez." Patriarch Nileton wasted no time in getting to the logistics. "I have friends all around the world—powerful ones who will not hesitate to get revenge for tonight. You think this battle ends here?"

Killorn said nothing. He simply unsheathed his sword. The drag of the metal sent everyone flinching backward. Even his men froze. They knew what was to come. No one stood a chance when their Commander drew his weapon.

"Let your heads be gifts for them, then." Killorn calmly stalked towards one of the sons. He was certain this creativity-lacking family would have given the child a name starting with N.

"L-let me go—"

Plop.

Blood splattered everywhere. The entire hall fell silent at the abrupt assault.

Ophelia slapped a hand over her mouth in disbelief. She gagged, unable to witness this kind of bloodshed. Her stomach churned in shock as she felt as if icy, cold water had been poured over her.

Somewhere, a woman let out a wretched scream so loud, that it echoed down the hallways. She was animalistic, struggling against those men. Then, another plop. Her knees gave out and she sunk to the ground, a sob rising out of her.

"A-AHHHHHH!" she shrieked in disbelief, before fainting from the shock of the event. By the time she'd woken up tomorrow, she'd have lost everything.

Killorn had just beheaded a man. The body was the first to fall forward. Then, Killorn dropped the head like a ball. He kicked it forward, sending it skidding towards the Patriarch.

"YOU MONSTERS!" Patriarch Nileton roared in rage, his face red with fury, and his eyes trembling.

"A favored son?" Killorn tilted his head whilst grabbing another boy. The closest to him was most likely a teenager, but he carried the Nileton family name. That alone was a sin.

"Or is it this one?" Killorn swung his sword.

RIP!

Another head went flying. Blood spewed from the gaping hole just as the  flopped to the ground. A horrible stench filled the air. A man and woman screamed in horror, their cries louder than mourners.

"BASTARD! SCUM! MUTT!" They shouted insults one after the other. Even their superhuman speed couldn't help them escape the unbearable grip of the Mavez men.

Ophelia nearly fainted. Bile rose up from her throat. She pressed her hand tightly upon her lips. She felt like throwing up. Barely able to hold herself together, she staggered backward.

This monster was her husband. A man who beheaded men without a second thought.

"You must watch, little lady," Beetle commented from behind her.

Ophelia swiveled around just as he turned her head gently and forced her to look. She immediately tried to flee, but he firmly planted his hands on her shoulders.

"This is all for you, Luna."

Ophelia was going to throw up any minute now. She could practically taste the vomit on her tongue. This was a nauseating scene, one that'd change the image of her husband forever.

"Pissing your pants already?" Killorn calmly smiled. Patriarch Nileton's face burned red with anger, his eyes wide, and his veins popping.

There was nothing this powerful man could do.

Nathan Nileton had created a puddle on the ground. Next to him, his father was shaking like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs.

Killorn coldly strolled towards Nathan who had been the cause of this mess. "Prepare your bladders, this is only the beginning."