The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

ZADOK’S POV

I held Ithra’s hand while they attended to her.

“How is she? And my baby?” I stuttered, unable to swallow.

She looked too thin. Our baby bump was showing but she was yet to wake up.

It’s been three days already.

“Her body is weak, and the baby has been poisoned. We are trying to save their lives but the odds are not in our favour.”

I got on my feet and held the shirt of the doctor. “You will save both their lives!” I roared in his face and he looked scared out of his wits. “You will save them both or I will have your head.”

Azriel stepped in front of me, holding me back. “Alpha. You need to let them do their job. Staying here and scaring them out of their wits will only hinder the smooth operation and speed recovery of the Luna.”

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked, breathing heavily. “What am I supposed to do when my mate is lying lifeless and I risk losing her and my baby?!”

Azriel maintained silence. He knew I was at my wit’s end and was capable of doing anything at this moment. “You can punish the one who made her this way.” He replied and my brows arched. “Instead of staying here, hindering their job, you can while away time, punishing the one who treated her in this manner.”

His tone was absolute and I could see the hatred in his eyes. I couldn’t believe it. I had forgotten that motherfucking cunt. I have not left Ithra’s side for the past three days waiting for when she finally opened her eyes.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Waiting to tell her it was all over, and we made it through alive with our child.

I had waited so much that I forgot Cole was in the dungeons – cooling off and awaiting my judgment. I placed a chaste kiss on her head and made my way to the dungeons. It’s been a while since I visited the dungeons or made use of my toys.

Soon enough, I was in the dungeons, looking at the bastard who wrecked my life and placed my mate in danger. Anger coursed through me as I saw his unrepentant face with a smirk on it.

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you soon.” He had the first word. I was determined to have the last. “Is she dead?” He tutted, “The mistake I made was sparing her life in the first place. I should have killed her and-”

He was shut up by the stab of a silver knife in his guts. “If I were in your shoes, I’d pick my words seeing I don’t have much left,” I smirked. “You should make the last words count.”

Blood dripped from the knife wound, adding to his already bloodied body. “I know I am going to die.” Cole spat, “Except you make the mistake I did, sparing you and that wench- ah!”

I stabbed him again, enjoying our little game. Why didn’t I come here earlier? “I promise I won’t make that mistake. You can’t count on me.” I said in his ears. “In retrospect, your death would be slow and painful. I hope you have a high tolerance for pain and the will to live. It will be boring otherwise.”

I left my daggers in his body and made my way to the weaponry and stash of poison. He tried to poison my baby. He left them in grave danger and now, they were fighting for their lives. He was going to curse the day he came into this world.

I picked up an axe from my weapon stash, touching its sharp edges. “Those hands touched what was mine,” I said, facing Cole with an evil smirk. “I don’t think it’s fair they remain attached to your wrist.”

“Lose him!” I ordered and the guards brought Cole down, holding him tight as they presented him like a sacrifice. “This might hurt,” I said and got to amputing his fingers.

A guttural growl rocked the dungeons as I chopped off his right hand from the wrist. “Oops!” I bit, “My bad.”

I watched in delight as his hand fell off the floor, shaking with life before dying a painful death. I was far from over. I looked at his body, there were so many things to work with.

While Cole wept from the loss of his hand, I gestured for the guards to tie him up, and I noticed something odd. Cole was bare-chested and in his underpants. “Undress him,” I ordered.

Cole was naked as the day he was born in a matter of minutes. I looked at his hunk that hung untouched. The thought of him assaulting Ithra brought fresh waves of anger to my body.

Just in case he did something brutal, I needed to get rid of it. Burn it and send it to the pit of hell. And I did just that. I started a dungeon furnace and roasted my dagger in the fiery fire.

Ithra was always handy with a dagger. She would be glad to have his dick cut off using her favourite weapon. Maybe she would wake up at his howls after I did the needful. I had to try.

The knife roasted a solid thirty minutes before I felt it was good enough. With a little rag, I picked it up and headed for Cole who shook his head, horror in his eyes. “Please, don’t do it.”

His pleas were music to my ears, as well as his screams of pain when I eventually cut it off. It’s not like he had use for it anyway. I held my sizzled knife and placed it at the tip of his manhood.

Cole’s face morphed into that of an electrocuted animal, and he roared in pain, his entire face reddened at the impact. I wasn’t through. With the knife, I sliced half of his meat and blood poured out. He didn’t deserve to have children.

Next, I cut off his sacks and he was a shadow of himself, screaming and whimpering while I enjoyed the sound of his torment. Azriel was right, this was a good way to blow off steam.

Lastly, I sliced off the remnants of his dick and blood poured out of his body. I looked at the sliced meat on the floor and a brilliant idea came to mind. Cole lay on the floor, grunting and whimpering. Gone was the smug man that I met a few minutes ago.

Suddenly, Azriel’s voice wafted into my ears, shocking me. “Alpha! The Luna is awake!”