Mated to A Rival Alpha-Chapter 257: The Last Of The Coroner’s Smiles [2]

[OBREN PALACE]

"Chargee!!" Oshita said to the team he had been given. They were a cruel bunch of creation and what they had done wasn’t what anyone would be proud of, but maybe it was good that they weren’t humane right?

Once they got through the gates after mutilating the warriors so much that their body parts would take a miracle to piece together, Paloma decided that they split into two groups to cover more ground.

They were a lot of rogues and were not to be defeated.

The best part of all this was that the immortality spell Kaia had cast on them all was still active, as long as Kaia was alive. And that meant that the warriors would be slicing through their fellow warriors without having to worry about them being harmed.

They were like an army of immortals, an army that would never forgive anyone. An army that would take everything in life and love to deal with, but also an army that was loyal to their queen and anyone their queen was loyal to.

"Hello... You," Queen Paloma greeted some of the palace warriors who were guarding the hallways to the throne room.

They were worried about the situation at the palace but as they turned to see the source of the voice, and looked pissed that the rogues were outsmarting them, they seemed to be forgetting that these very rogues were a part of them for the longest time.

It didn’t matter who was counting on who and where because right now, there was only one choice. To fight or run, though running wouldn’t make the rogues stop their attacks. This was a plan that had been in motion for years and years on end.

"So you’ve heard of what we did to your fellow warriors outside, fantastic. How would you like to go meet your maker?" Paloma asked, and the warriors looked at her with disgust on their faces.

Of course, that was to be expected, since regular wolves hated the rogue wolves for reasons that no one would ever be able to tell. Some claimed that the drogues had stenches but then these rogues were the wolves of Altunia.

They had a home.

They had everything to make them the perfect team to defend even the kingdom in itself, and yet that didn’t seem to shock even the warriors anymore.

After all, to them, rogues would always be rogues. The unwanted of their home and no matter what pretty name they gave to each other, there was no denying that they would always be outcasts.

"We will not surrender to you and your pathetic troops," the warriors said and Paloma took that as a cue to get ready to fight.

The warriors had their eyes turned to god because of their wolves, and Paloma figured that if this was a show of who had their wolf in more control, then she would indulge them. So she let her wolf take control, even though they were one and the same.

Her eyes turned red, as the eyes of all her rogues, the unique identifier of who was who in the werewolf lands. It was a cruel distinction, but over the years, Paloma and her people had learned to embrace it, and right now that was their pride.

They wouldn’t want anything else than to get that done and face their truth right that moment. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Great. Let’s get this over and done with then. Because I have a king to meet and I don’t want to be late. It’s a good thing we are here during the day so you can see for yourselves who bested the lot of you.

"It should be fun, right?" Paloma said and before the warriors could get another word out of them, the rogue queen threw her spear at them, an indication to her rogues that they could keep up with the fight.

And so they slicked through the warriors, taking their lives in the worst of ways.

Their goal was to not leave none alive and given the path of body parts that they had left in their way, Paloma and her people were certainly making a statement. It would take quite some time for Obren to recover from the instant wars, and they would be there to watch it all burn down.

The werewolves in the palace could feel the mindlinks being cut and they knew they were next or any of their working kin would be.

Unlike Rania who showed mercy to women and children, Paloma didn’t have such an inclination. In fact, she had made it clear to Rania from the beginning. The rogues would be rogues and would finish their targets in their own ways.

She knew that most of the time the perpetrators lined up children in the hope that they would change their minds and stop attacking. It had always been a strategy since the old times but Paloma Mishra was not the old strategist.

She was the woman who had nothing to do, one who had seen pain and gotten familiar with it one too many times. She was the woman who didn’t give two shits about what anyone thought of her or her people.

The only thing she did was what she wanted to and nothing could ever change that. She was never going to submit to anyone not even to her empathy, especially at war.

Slicing through the warriors didn’t take long, because ten minutes later, Paloma was standing at the door to the throne room. The same door that had seen so many lives ruined because of the decisions that were made by the man inside.

She hadn’t come to conquer the Obren Palace, no.

Paloma had come to make sure that the king felt the pain of everyone and she was already sure it was working because the palace was filled with screams of women and children crying themselves, as their lives ended in the most brutal of ways.

Maybe she was bad for attacking the women too, maybe she was bad for being different from Rani, and maybe she was bad for doing what she wanted, but Paloma didn’t have any remorse.

The king had murdered children, rogue children who were innocent, and burnt them in his schemes. He had done the impossible and cured Obren to a fate so cruel all the while he hid in the goddamn palace and she was never going to forgive him.

"Seojoon oppa, are you in there?" a bloodied Paloma called out in a singsong voice as she murdered her rogues to break down the door to the throne room.

Expectedly, the door was locked from the inside, but that didn’t matter. Because they’re going to bring it down, even if it took them days to do it. They were not going to stop until they got what they had come for.

The great werewolf king, on his knees.

Sure they could kill him, but the king was Chang Wook’s target and Paloma knew never to take someone’s revenge from them.

She wasn’t sure why the warrior healer wanted to be the one to put an end to the king, but Paloma would make sure the king lived long enough to face his reality.

"Seojoon oppa?"