20.5 - Aldag Senior

Romanov
I then turn to my Beta, Karl as he uncomfortably moves his captured hands around, "I mean, Wolfsbane; really?"

"Yes," I reply shortly.

He was not originally a part of this - but, he had assisted them in going against my will. As my Beta, that was a form of disrespect that needed candid punishment.

My blood boiled with anger, I knew that this would happen. I fucking knew that the man would take her away from me. I had warned these bastards, and now they will suffer for their obvious disobedience.

My mind raced with thoughts of the different ways Aldag was hurting my mate. I was too fucking distracted to get my mind to think straight in order to punish all of them properly.

I thought of her kisses.

I thought of my mark.

I thought of my Sativa.

God, I shouldn't care if she is captured by my father. After all, I had warned the stubborn beauty - this was merely a punishment that I was not there to give to her.

However, my father's punishments were fond of leaving the victim near mad. He had a way of interrupting and disorientating their various emotions to the brink of pure madness. It was a dangerous trait of his that had worked for many years, and on many people alike.

He could possess different people at different times too.

It was called Incas.

That one was his favorites.

As I was his favorite tester for his many incantations.

"Can we get this over with already?" Keegan's groggy tone caused me to stiffen.

I would spend more time making sure that I deliver the epitome of pain to these people; effectively ensuring that they do not think of trying such a daring act again. But, I do not have such time on my hands. I needed to send my father to the location he arrived from.

Hell.

My inner-Wolf wanted nothing more than to rip out their hearts from their chests, but I knew that Sativa would not at all be happy with my idle actions.

I crease my brow, "Shut up."

"Romanov," Natalya sighed, and I almost felt sorry for my little sister. Almost. "I don't think doing this to us will help you achieve much."

"It will help my Wolf achieve enough self-control in order not to murder you."

"Romanov."

I run my hands through my hair, my finger itching to kill the man who dared to touch my mate. Without wasting much more time, I fill up four exact amounts of Lyman into a needle. I pick the cold, metal tray as I walk towards them in slight satisfaction of my apt action.

The room was small, and all four of them sat in a neat row opposite me. The old man, then my sister, then follows the old man's son, and my apt, betraying Beta.

Dropping the tray, I kneel in front of the old man as I pick up a needle, not looking at him as I injected the substance into his hands.

"Romanov!" Natalya cried.

The girl through I was carrying empty threats.

I couldn't almost laugh at it.

Almost.

"Shut the fuck up," I snarl.

She pushes against her chains as I stare at her in slight annoyance. She knew that this would hold - hell, I had done it too her many times before. I couldn't understand her reluctance.

I sniffed the air; Natalya smelt like a mere human. I didn't have time to question her as I inject the formulae into her arms, although I only let it go halfway. Next, Keegan, the stubborn boy didn't bat an eye as I filled his system with it. However, Karl cursed me a few times although, accepting his fate.

I stood there, waiting until they had all become unconscious from my action.

"Motherfuckers." I growl lowly in an accusing word.

The Lyman would not kill them - for, they were all from high-ranking blood.

But, it would punish them.

You do not go against the command of an Alpha King.

I morph into my Wolf, letting my inner-Wolf take off in a blind search for his mate. I grit my teeth as I feel Klaus clawing at the back of my mind. Though, that is all he does. The creature had been abnormal in behavior for the past few days. I knew that whatever he was planning is going to be nothing far from morbid.

I had only broken the curse of my father against my mate - the one of my Artificial Wolf still stood. It was impossible to break it.

Impossible.

Though, I had more important things on my mental implication tonight.

I need to find my mate.

I would not rest until I had murdered my father.

I needed Sativa.

I needed her.

And once I lay my hand on her - I will never let her go.

I was falling in love with her - dangerously quick.

I felt good.

But, all good things must come to a fucking end.

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Location Unidentified

(PG-13) Similar warning to that of the first aspect

Sativa
I don't know how long I sat there. Now, Aldag, who I had just recently learned of his name, gave me the mercy of allowing me to sit straight. I was still chained, but I now sat on a metal chair inches away from the brother who had changed from the day he set foot out of the territories of Nevada.

"Why?" Is all I ask, my wrists that had been chained for close to four hours clearly cramping up.

He just stared at me, eyes emotionless as I stared at him. It was almost as if the man was possessed inside.

It was all he had been doing since Aldag left the room almost an hour ago. He hadn't said anything, he had just sat there and done exactly what Aldag ordered.

To watch me.

His eyes could almost be compared to that of a soulless being - something that had no concept of the world around. I could compare him to a... Daemon.

Fuck.

Nathan was a Daemon.

It was the only logical explanation for why he was behaving as such. I would very much like to think that my own brother only betrayed me out of a possessive commandment. Even still, how the hell did Aldag manage to hold reach of Nathan who was thousands of miles away in a different continent? I sighed tiredly, my eyes stinging as I stared at my brother. Emotionally, I was nothing but a situated mess.

I leave my head down as I stare at my feet. Shivers wrack through my body from the cold as I stay still.

I wanted him to know that he had succeeded. For, something told me Aldag was watching me - even if, he wasn't here. I wanted him to know that his plan of putting Nathan against me to shift my emotional status was working - even though, I tried not to let it affect me.

Nathan Carter - go against the only person who cared enough to help him? I didn't make sense why he would betray me - it didn't add up.

"Get up."

I snap my head up to Nathan as he cold voice fills the room. Again, his accent was very different - I deeply considered possession. I shake my hands as much as I can in my chains, it was impossible to move my body.

He stands, his towering height now more profound in his state of intimidation.

He produces a key that never crossed my sight, before inserting the silver metal into the key hole. As I was so close to the bars, he only needed to reach forward and unclasp my chains, an inhumane smirk forming on his face as he purposely prolonged the removal of the bounds in order to lead me more pain.

My wrists were red and bruising from the assaults.

As soon as the metals fall into the floor with a resounding clatter, I initiate the rest of my listed actions.

Raising my left foot, I deftly connect it with his anatomy as he falls to the floor. Cursing in something that is not English. Seeing as he is bent low on the floor, I use his position to my advantage as I bring up my knee towards his nose, the sickening crunch satisfying both my inner-Wolf and me.

"Son of a bitch," he mutters as I proceed to swiftly arrange his hands into a handcuff, successfully lying it onto the rails of the bars.

Pushing my hair away from my face, I don't saturate my time as I walk down the narrow hallway. Opting for the left rather than the right. It only got darker as I immensely depended on my newly-found sight. Blinking, I quickly stride down the hallway, the sound of my combats against the concrete floors echoed out in the dark, empty hallway.

Thankfully, it began to get lighter. I noticed the thin stripped lightings providing the minimum amount of light for the human eyes to see. Suddenly, all of the lights died - leaving me in a state of idle darkness again.

I could hear the sound of my heartbeat. Hard, ragged but steady as I picked up my pace. The cool air smashed against my skin as I walked forward. My teeth chattering as I wrapped an unsteady arm around myself. Never have I wanted nothing more that to see Romanov here. Ready to hold me and promise that I would always be safe from his wicked, irrational father.

But, he wasn't here.

And, I had to live with that.

Sighing, I stop as a sound meets my ears. It is the sound of a little girl; and she is crying. It is little sniffles, but I could be heard clearly.

Then, as soon as the lights had died, they came back to life again. Brighter than ever. I winced and adjusted my eyes; they now hurt from the intensity of lights.

Weird.

I gasp, "Shit."

I blink and rub my tired eyes as I stare at the girl in front of me. So damn familiar that I wanted to die.

It was Amiya.

I creased my brows, where the hell are all these people coming from? I didn't contemplate betrayal anymore. For, it was all too much of a coincidence for betrayal to be an option. As well as Nathan's, Amiya's eyes were dark and soulless.

"Help," she cried softly.

Her voice sounded like that of an old man's trying to play off a little girl's voice.

I frown as I feel frustrated tears stinging at my eyes. I knew that this wasn't real, yet my mind refused to act in sync with my human body. It refused to agree with my mind that it was all to planned. I wanted to run, so I forced my body to do so.

Tearing my eyes away from her, I run the opposite way. My frantic breathes hammering at my chest. I could hear and feel her chasing me, but my victory of evading the little girl was cut short by my body being violently slammed into one.

The lights had faded, but now they were bright again.

They revealed the person I had commenced myself into.

Natalya.

What the actual hell is going to on? This was past playing with my emotions - it was now a matter of a very powerful sorceress or a witch or wizard with magic.

I gasp, "Incas."

It was a powerful trait held only by Alpha Kings and high-ranking Elders. You can possess many different beings that you are able to morph into. It explained the dark and soulless orbs that unfortunately had as eyes.

Her eyes matched perfectly with the others.

Soulless.

"Going somewhere?" Her tone was deep, almost like Nathan's. It was nothing like her feminine voice I had grown accustomed to now.

I could do nothing as I pulled my eyes shut as Amiya and Natalya held me from both sides. Their grips both iron strong as I tried to understand what was happening. I struggled slightly against their grips, but it proved a futile effort.

"Sleep." A voice commanded, I could not tell where from.

I feel my eyes drift shut on their own account, my mind still racing with theories.

Possession.

Madness.

Betrayal.

Hallucinations.

Incas.

I tried hard to believe my mind that it was not them.

That they didn't betray me.

But, my hope was slowly dying from lack of evidence.

I was holding on to a rope called trust - and right now, that rope was slowly tearing. And, there was nothing I could do about it.

Nothing.

Damn, nothing.

It was always nothing.

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Luna Queen (2015)
© Victoria Leslie Khan