The Gentle Maiden and Five Lustful Brothers-Chapter 220: Rogue Scouts

The Eclipse Gala was vastly approaching. The vampires had been moved out of the palace and into a guest home on the palace grounds. With Artemasia and Arya’s help, it was warded so spelled with blood magic to keep out unwanted and curious pack members.

Odette had spent time reconnecting with her family. Healing old wounds. She’d spent a lot of time training with her father. Ambrose had surprisingly given her a little bit of breathing room and had been focusing on his alpha duties.

As of late the rogue attacks had increased. Stretching into human territory, abducting and slaughtering people in their homes and in the streets. People with connections to the shifter. And because of these attacks, he’s recruited more shifters into his army, teaching magic to those capable of learning. He abolished the privatization of magic schooling to prep his soldiers for war. He hoped to give his warriors the skills needed to defeat the enemy and keep themselves alive. With all of this, his plate just kept piling up.

The gala was another issue that was becoming a pain in the ass to handle.

The planner was all over him when it came to getting answers. He couldn’t wait to name Odette Luna so she could take over this business. It was the Luna’s job to handle the social events for the packs. Not because it was a woman’s place, but because she shifters were better planners than the men in most cases.

The gala had to be perfect. It would be the night he reveals Odette as not just his Luna but as the MoonChild.

He would mark her there in front of everyone. Funny his plan to get revenge worked out, but not in the way he expected.

While Ambrose was walking with the event planner through the palace, pointing out decoration changes and weak spots in her camouflage for his guards. He decided to ramp up secure... last gala the vampires attended it ended in a bloodbath, can’t be too careful.

Beta Damon called to Ambrose through the channel:

"Alpha King Ambrose, there’s rogues on the southern border, we are chasing them down, where should I bring them?"

"Bring them to the basement, into the white room."

The white room was the one place in the palace you never wanted to go.

Ambrose had toned down a lot since meeting Odette, becoming more tolerant and less rigid. People feared him less and loved him more.

But his cruel ruthless ways never left him.

They just lied dormant underneath his skin waiting for its chance.

"I hate to be that bastard, understood alpha king."

"Don’t mention anything to Odette and tell them to keep a quiet about this, the last thing I need is a panic or some kind of hysteria bringing eyes to things I don’t want seen."

"Of course, as you command alpha."

Ambrose was pissed. The planner hadn’t noticed his king had stopped walking and listening and just kept blabbering on. Ambrose turned and left.

He had a couple of rogue scouts to deal with.

Beta Damon and two other betas captured the four rogues. They were fast, but they weren’t strong. Damon and the other two shifter beat the shit out of them before dragging their unconscious bodies to the dungeon.

When they woke up, the four rogue were sounded by walls so white they screamed. The tables were white. The four looked around the room and at each other’s faces.

They knew they were fucked.

Strapped into hard, white, metal chairs. Hours went by before the door creaked open.

"Looks like my four sleeping beauties have awakened from their slumber." Ambrose said cooly as he walked in.

He brought a murderous intent so strong it nearly chocked everyone in the room.

"We were just passing by; we didn’t mean to trespass." One of the shifters cried.

"Lie." Damon spoke walking in behind Ambrose.

Ambrose walked over to the white table and draped his finger over silver tools the shifters couldn’t quite make out.

Until he picked up a pair of odd looking pliers.

"You see these boys? They’re made with silver tips and spelled to pulse with electricity. I heard it’s quite a shocking experience." Ambrose emotionless face shifted into a smile so unsettling it made their blood run cold and the color drain from their faces.

"Since you spoke the first lie, and it was before I even got to explain the rules, you’ll see how you get punished." Ambrose walked slowly over to the man who spoke.

He thrashed in his seat. Desperate to pull away from whatever he was about to do.

Ambrose leaned down and clamped on one of the man’s nails with the pliers.

The minute the two clamps connected electricity pulsed through them and into the man and started pulling at the nail.

The man screamed and thrashed and pleaded between sobs for Ambrose to stop. Desperate for any form of relief.

"Please, fuck, please. Stop."

Ambrose paused with an insidious smile on his face and backed away.

He place the pliers down and ran his hand through his hair, taking in a deep inhale.

"Most people hate the smell of frying flesh. But for some sick twisted reason, I partially enjoy it. Especially if I’m the one doing the burning." Ambrose chuckled.

"We’re gonna play a game. Now you will all lose in the end, that’s a guarantee. None of you will walk out of here. But I will grant the snitch a quick death. Where the others... Well... You saw... I will ask a question, if you lie to me, I’ll hurt you in one of many ways." Ambrose gestured to the table filled with tools of torture.

"If you don’t know the answer, I will hurt you. That’s it. Who’s going first?" Ambrose’s grin was sickening. One of the shifters started to piss himself in front of everyone.

"What a little bitch, pissing his pants because he’s afraid. Let’s start with you." Ambrose grinned.

"Are you with the rogues that’s banned with the rogue king?"

"Y... y... yes..." The man stuttered.

"Awe, this guy here gets it." and Ambrose moved to the next man.

"What is the name of your rogue king?" Ambrose went easy on the first guy, he pitied the weakling. But this one was clearly more experienced and probably knew more.

"Fuck you." The shifter spat out.

"Wrong answer." In a flash Ambrose had picked up a scalpel and moved in front of the man.

He took it and pressed it into the man’s eyelid carving it off. "I don’t like the way you blinked when you swore at me."

The man cried out in horror as blood ran down his face covering and burning his eyes.

Ambrose flicked the eyelid on to the ground and looked at the next man. "Same question."

"You know William over there will snitch why ask us? Just kill us."

Wrong answer." Ambrose moved with lightning speed over to this man and with his scalpel carved the man’s fingertip off.

The man screamed out in pain. Thrashing in his seat. His body screamed in agony.

He looked to the next man. "Don’t disappoint me." Ambrose wouldn’t be disappointed, either way, he gets what we wants.

"Theoron." The man blurted out. Not willing to fuck around.

"Ah smart man." Ambrose moved to the next man. This went on and on for hours. Until Ambrose was covered in blood and bored. It only took a few rounds before the four of them broke and gave up everything they knew.

By then ends of it, they unrecognizable, you could barely tell they were once men.

Ambrose reminded his guards of what he was capable of in that moment. Inspiring fear equivalent to love.

Ambrose looked at Damon and said "Kill them, I have all I need." And walked out.

He went to the guard on duties quarters and washed off all the blood.

He knew the smell wouldn’t be completely off, but it would be less and if he went for a run, he could sweat some and that should help with the smell.

He would tell Odette about the rogues, but not about this.

However, when he got back Odette knew instantly something was up.

"What are you hiding?"

***Author’s apology: I know I said 5 Chapters, but it’s 1am here and my eyes are struggling. I will post two Chapters tomorrow after work, I’m half way done with the next Chapter***