Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 437: Blood, Fire, Ashes… A Mad King’s Vengeance [9]
[ZAFFUTO]
"This is what he brought on himself. This is the fate he chose when he decided to murder vulnerable mothers and children. This is his punishment, young wolf. And he will not die.
"I will not let death free him. Never," the king said, his voice cold and detached. He sounded like an executioner who was finally getting to do what he had been waiting for for years.
The king sounded like he had gone to hell and back, and if he was being honest, hell was the one destination that had carved his heart out. It had ruined him.
It had made him a monster worse than the monster he had been before Liana Nakamura came into his life.
"Please... kill me," Alpha Ashton begged desperately, his head spinning as he choked on his own post.
He was so tired. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
So worn out.
So, ruined.
Hell, he didn’t know he would end up like this, even when he had been watching the mad king from across the battlefield. He looked like someone who had not even gotten the very worst of what he deserved.
The king contemplated so many things. A lot of them. But never death.
Never Ashton’s death.
"No," the mad king said as he stepped on Ashton’s thigh, earning another pitiful scream from the man.
The alpha was weak, so very weak that his throat had already gotten sore from all the screaming, and yet for some reason that was music to the king’s ears. Music that he had engineered himself. Music that Ashton had brought upon himself.
This was not because of the mad king; this was because of Ashton Grealor.
The man who dared to hurt women and children at a time when the mad king was all but a doting husband who hadn’t been to war for over three hundred years. He had loved Liana so much that he had stepped aside for war.
That was what had been used against him.
His mercy to the enemies had been the reason he had lost it all years ago. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. This was justice. He was going to do whatever it took to make sure no one ever forgot this day.
"And you," the king said as he turned to the round alpha who had tortured his son ages ago.
The king was still hurt by that reality.
He hated the moon goddess for that particular truth. He had tried to think of why this had happened to his son, and for the past thirteen years, he had not gotten a definite answer.
He wondered what kind of a person the moon goddess was, for her to just stand by and watch his wife get killed, his husband be ripped from his mother’s own, not even hands, and then delivered to Grealor.
Only for the kid to live as a slave in that darn pack for twenty-five years.
As if that wasn’t cruel enough, the midnight moon had dared to pair his broken, hurting son with the alpha’s son. The very demon that had caused his son so much pain. Oh, but Zaffuto was a bitter father.
There was a father who was not to forget what happened to his child.
He was a father who didn’t know forgiveness, and he had proven it over and again. He wouldn’t stop. Oh, but he wouldn’t let anyone who had hurt his son go free. He would make them pay.
Even if it was the last thing he did.
He would ruin them all.
All of them.
"Four hours," the king said as he crouched down to Gabe’s level, his eyes boring into the Ogno Alpha’s skull. He didn’t care that he was hurt; this little shit had hurt him way worse.
"What?" Gabe let out his breath, trembling.
He was scared, and it was evident in the way that he was tear-stricken, and he was watching his father. But this time he loomed up at thy king, desperate to know what the fuck that was supposed to mean.
Surely the king didn’t mean what Gabriel thought the meaning was, right? That was too cruel. Too nasty. But the king didn’t care. He was a father who refused to harbor the monsters who ruined his son’s life or even let them take another breath.
He was already considering killing them instead of letting go, but he was holding back because this alpha was meant for his son to punish. Zaffuto would not take his son’s vengeance from him.
He would never be the thief who hurt his son like that.
Never.
"You have four hours to leave Kawai. Four hours to drag whatever is left of your father off my lands. Four hours to crawl back to your pathetic home. Because if you’re still here when the moon turns, I’ll let my army play with both of you.
"It has really been a while since they played the best of games, and I would let them do whatever they want with you. Four hours or you will be gone, without a trace," Zaffuto said cruelly.
His voice was steady and clear, like the world was just another bit of all the sins that the Grealors had committed. He hated how things had come to be, but he didn’t despise what he was doing to the remaining Grealors.
He loved it.
Sure, it wasn’t how he had wanted to see him, but Tamiko had been awfully quiet. King Zaffuto couldn’t sense disappointment or pride in his son, which was understandable.
His kid was shocked by the sight itself, and he wouldn’t mind making sure that this was something that the werewolves never forgot.
"Oh," Gabe swallowed thickly, his breath catching in his throat. He had run out of words to say to the man. He had run out of pleas, and whatever he did would never make the king have mercy on his father or even him.
They deserved it, painfully so, that Gabe had long made peace with it from the moment he heard his father brag about rioting families. It was his greatest disappointment as a son.
Yet, this wasn’t the place for disappointment, even if he didn’t agree with his father. Gabriel was the only person his father had anyway. And he had to be a good son, even then.
"Go back to your home and prepare your army. Sharpen your swords and bring everyone you would want to rally with. Make them ready for the next battle, kid. Prepare them well because I am not done with you.
"This war? It isn’t over. Not until I deem it so," the king said.
Gabe’s breath hitched a second time.
Every word settled in his chest so stiffly, and it hurt to even think and breathe. Hell, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to be out of his kingdom in four hours with his father, who was now human, not to mention his spine was already shattered.
Gabe himself was tired and hurt so badly. The thought of dragging his father’s body against the swords that had been paved there was haunting. He knew that this wasn’t going to be easy for him.
It was the price he was paying for his cruelty.
This was worse than what the fates could have done to him.
