Enslaved To The Alphas-Chapter 279: Deep In Meditation

Emira sat cross-legged among the broken remains of the altar and the scattered souls that had been freed the day before. Like a saint deep in meditation, there was a strange peace on her face. No one would have believed that she was sitting in the middle of such carnage while her own anger pulsed beneath the surface.

Her breathing was slow and even. Her back was straight. Her hands rested lightly on her knees, unmoving. However, she was not simply meditating.

What Emira had been doing all this time was slowly absorbing the energy that still lingered in this place. The malevolent air that had covered the Ruins for so many years had begun to thin, almost imperceptibly at first. With each passing hour, it weakened further. Even the soil beneath her started to lose its darkness, its color slowly turning lighter, as though the land itself was finally being allowed to breathe.

To anyone familiar with the magical ways, what she was doing might have seemed like a waste of time. There were no fresh sacrifices left here. The power drawn directly from blood and death was already gone. But this was what the dark arts truly dealt with. What no one understood.

The sacrifices had been made long ago. Their power had been used and spent. Yes. But what remained was far more potent. The agony. The anger. The seething resentment of those Omegas who had been forced to die unjustly.

Those emotions clung to the Ruins, soaked into the stones, the earth, and the air itself. And Emira was drawing all of it into herself carefully and deliberately. This would be the most potent weapon against someone who was not pure.

After almost twenty-four hours of uninterrupted stillness, Emira’s eyes snapped open. This time, they were no longer their original color.

A deep, glowing red burned within them lighting up the shadows around her. The Ruins fell completely silent as Emira stood up slowly. It was as if the wind which had been blowing relentlessly just now had frozen.

Emira stood up slowly and began to walk back. Now, she was no longer Mira, the girl who had died here, her fate stolen by others. Nor was she Emira, who had been feeling lost between the promises of this lifetime and the weight of the past. All her doubts about the need for revenge had been cleared. All her questions answered.

When she reached the gates of the Ruins, she paused. Emira turned back and looked at the large stone structure behind her. The building stood silent, heavy with memories that refused to fade. She closed her eyes.

Even though she had absorbed most of the lingering energy, the Ruins would still remain dangerous. Anyone who wandered here without unknowingly could still be harmed. The darkness embedded in the stones and soil would not fade on its own. There was only one way to ensure it would never hurt the innocent again.

Purification by fire.

A flame soon erupted from the tips of her fingers, small at first, as if waiting for her command. It flickered softly, obedient and alive. Emira opened her eyes and spoke clearly in a calm voice then, "Burn everything that carries the past."

At once, the fire responded.

The flames expanded slowly, spreading outward like a living thing. They climbed the walls, wrapped around the pillars, and consumed the ancient stone. Within moments, the entire structure was covered in glowing red flames, burning bright against the darkened sky.

When it was done, Emira turned away. She did not look back. With her path set and her resolve steady, she walked toward her next destination. From this moment on, she needed to clean the slate to begin a new life.

Without much pause, Emira crossed the bridge and entered the Moonville Pack territory. Once again it remained silent. But she did not bother. She simply walked to where her small cabin had once been. There, under an unassuming tree, she quietly dug out the box that contained the small protection stones, the diary her mother had left her and the letters. Carefully, she wiped the box and then pushed it into her bag.

Then, with a snap of her fingers, a small white flower appeared in her hand. She placed it at the base of the tree and bowed her head," Mother. I hope you will bless on my path. It is time to punish those who harmed you. We’ll start with small fry."

As she said the words, the tree seemed to sway gently as if promising her.

In the next moment, Emira turned around walked towards the Pack house. The one place all of them were probably hiding. The cowards.

As she stepped closer to the Pack house of the Moonville Pack, she could already sense their dread. She was right. They were indeed hiding there. What a bunch of cowards.

Once inside, she looked around at the faces of every member of the Moonville Pack. One would argue that she should not destroy the pack, because after all, not every member had participated in harming her mother and her. The younger ones had been innocent so they should be free of harm. But wasn’t silence an injustice?

Alpha Soier stepped forward then. "Why do you come here? We had already promised His Majesty to not obstruct your way. So, why have you coming looking for us... Do you really think that having their backing will make us too scared to attack you? You are nothing but a filthy Omega and.."

"So noisy. Be quiet." Emira snapped and Alpha Soire lips seemed to stick together, making it impossible for him to make a sound.

Emira sent him a look then and he stumbled mid word. She clicked her fingers. Once again, a small flame lit up in her hand. But this was somehow different. Emira smiled at him coldly," Alpha Soier... I brought you a gift." She then turned to the little flame," He likes breaking in vir*ins... He likes it when they scream and fight. Calls it subduing the fire... Teach him what fire is.. Let him experience being burnt... It should be as the number of women he has ra*ed in his life."

The fire shot towards Alpha Soier like an arrow and engulfed him. And yet, as he screamed and tried to get away with it in horror, the fire did not burn him, only letting him feel the agony of it, as his skin remained unharmed...

Many who had helped Alpha Soier in his misdeeds stepped back in horror.