Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate-Chapter 120: Dragon’s Verdict

(This Chapter is dedicated to @Riemc, I hope it brought you some hope.)

Everyone held their breath as they waited for Siroos to deliver the verdict. This time Haylia had no inclination to intervene or take the side of the Elders. Today she quietly observed without intrusion.

Siroos cast a disdainful glance at the three people on the ground, his heart held unlimited hatred for them.

He exhaled, trying to keep the brewing storm nipped under as he declared for his whole pack to hear.

"For all the wrongdoings, deceptions and betrayal against your Alpha and Luna, I, Siroos Dusartine, sentence the three of you to death by burning."

Kela let out an anguished wail, crawling towards Siroos she tried to touch his feet with her shaky hand.

"Rehma! I am carrying your seed, you can’t kill the mother of your child." She made one futile attempt to play her last card as her snoot flowed out almost entering her mouth.

Siroos took a calm step back not wishing to be touched by this treacherous woman.

"I might have forgiven you, but you tried to hurt my mate, and I don’t forgive people who hurt my mate, even myself," he seethed out, rage interlocked in his words. His eyes were nothing but slits of carmine as if fresh blood was about to pour out of them.

Walan and Ghala’s jaws opened and hit the ground as their eyes bulged out in horror at his words. They thought they were invincible and could control Siroos, forgetting he was their Alpha whom even gods couldn’t control.

The pack murmured their approval.

"Burn them, Alpha. We don’t want such Elders," one of the pack members shouted. Others followed with similar chants.

"Finally!" Faris whispered, holding Ara closer to him and placing his chin on her shoulder. He was going to enjoy this spectacle. She watched in disbelief at what the Elders had done.

The other Elders were shell-shocked, but no one dared even speak a word, seeing the allegations and Siroos’s unwavering stance when it came down to his mate.

"We served your father, Alpha Siroos. Without us this pack will be doomed," Walan challenged, trying to grapple at the last straws.

"I think it’s more doomed with your presence so I will take my chances." Siroos remained unmoved.

"You will never learn why you were cursed in the first place, why the whole pack was cursed. That knowledge only resides with me," Walan finally played his last card, in a feeble attempt to let Siroos change his mind.

A small vein in his temple pulsed while his jaw clenched so tight that his teeth ached. This manipulative weasel was still playing games even on the brink of death.

"He is bluffing, put him out of his misery," Ranon grumbled, seeing through him.

"I am not, I have written evidence. I can show you people. But if you kill me, you will never find out. I am telling the truth." Walan was begging at this point, his hands clasped and face distorted but that cunningness still shimmered in his eyes.

"Where is it? And why haven’t you revealed it so far?" Siroos Alpha commanded him. He hated using so much of the Alpha command, but they had left him no choice, deceit after deceit they had given him.

"There is an old leather book, buried under my mattress in a small trunk. We kept the information passed down by my Elders to keep the pack together. You will be astounded at what you will find."

Siroos remained unmoved, his posture unwavering as the crowd waited for what their Alpha would do next.

He gestured to one of his warriors and he rushed towards Walan’s chamber to extract the trunk.

"I got what I needed and this proved that a man like you cannot be trusted. You didn’t only betray me but my father and the pack as well. For that, I am putting an end to this legacy of the Elders."

To their horror, Siroos refused to forgive them. Ranon had already brought the potion which suppressed their spirits.

"Give them the potion," Siroos said instead.

They were forced to take it while warriors held them down. It was to prevent them from escaping by shifting into their spirit animals.

They were bound in silver chains and strung together on an erected wooden pole. Their hands tied behind their backs forming a close circle. Kela was livid from the horror that she was about to be burnt alive while Walan and Ghala were fighting with each other and constantly screaming to be forgiven.

Ignoring their pleas, Siroos began to shift into his dragon. The panic gripped the three offenders as they wailed and begged.

But their cries didn’t affect Siroos. Only the face of his mate with tears running down her cheeks flashed in front of his eyes. So many times he had promised himself to protect her and yet he had failed because of these three people.

The crowd watched with mouth agape as Dragon rose on its hackles. His crimson eyes held a feverish animosity for these individuals on the ground. He couldn’t get the image of pushing his mate to the ground out of his mind.

It was like a new kind of torture, constantly jabbing at his heart. How was he to forgive himself but for now he needed to put these miscreants out of their misery.

Dragon raised its head and let out a deafening roar. The warriors stepped away from the pole, leaving the three strung up at the mercy of the dragon.

He unfolded his wings and moved on its scaly legs, letting his hot angered breath fall on their scared faces. Kela screamed in agony and writhed against the holds, asking for mercy.

Instead, the fireball built up in its long neck as he raised his head towards the heavens and then brought his huge maw down.

The smoke rose through his flared nostrils. The fire roared out like a stream of yellow, orange and red and directly hit the three bound screaming people. Burning away their clothes, flesh, and hair, scorching them down to their bones.

He didn’t stop until their screams ceased and the stench of burning flesh cremated the air. Their bodies turned into charcoal, charred and stoned.

This was the end of their treachery.

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