Chapter 2 The deal.

Alpha King Ethan's POV

"I swear on my brother's blood. I didn't kill your mate." She cried.

My claws gripped her hair tighter. "You dare lie to me?" I scoffed, letting her hair go and signalled Fynn, my beta, to hit her. He slapped her while I turned around, showing them my back.

"Did you possibly think you could run from me?" I asked, but didn't get any response, except her racing breath and quiet whimpers. I sensed her fear too. They erupted from her like waves.

"I wasn't running from you. My poor brother and I were on vacation." She answered breathily.

"Ha!" Fynn scoffed.

"Vacation?" I mused and laughed sarcastically before turning around and clutching her neck, "You killed my wife and kept running from one country to another, one city to another and you say you were on vacation?"

My eyes burned red as I glared at the woman who caused my pain, who ripped me of my only joy.

My claws tightened around her neck, her face colored tomatoes, her eyes popped out in fear. I didn't give a fuck if she was choking. This woman didn't deserve to breathe any longer. She deserved to die.

"Your Majesty," I heard Fynn call hesitantly. He was calling my attention to the fact she was choking. I pulled myself together and let go of the woman's neck.

She gasped out in breath.

"Did you know that she was pregnant?" I asked and she looked up at me in shock. I smirked, "I bet you didn't know. What did she do to you to deserve the gruesome death you gave to her?"

Maggie, my mate, was the most innocent, peaceful and gentle soul I've ever known. She was my solace. My medicine. And she was carrying my two months old pup in her womb until death stole her from me.

I looked at my mate's killer and instead of seeing a woman, I saw a monster. The woman before me was a monster, who ripped off the innocent.

She didn't deserve to live. No, not in our world. My gaze shifted to Fynn, my beta, and I signaled him to hit her until I asked him to stop.

"Bitch!" Fynn cursed and hit her face. He focused on her face, maybe to make it ugly, I didn't know why.

I raised my hand after five minutes, asking him to stop and he did. The woman's lips were busted, her eyes swollen and face bloody. She was breathing heavily.

"I understand your pain, Alpha. You lost your pregnant mate to the cold hands of death and your enemy. But...killing my innocent brother and torturing me for something I know nothing of..." She scoffed and glared at me, "That's more cruel."

Fynn slapped her again and she looked down.

"How dare you glare at the Alpha king?" He growled at her.

"Keep lying to me. Be rest assured that you will beg for your death." I told her and signalled Fynn to bring in one of the machines we used in torturing miscreants.

He left the room and returned a minute later with it. The woman's eyes widened in fear and shock as she recognised the machine.

"What are you doing?" She asked fearfully.

"Ha, what do you think, sweetie? I'm obviously not planning to kiss your feet." Fynn bursted into cold laughter. The kind that instilled more fear in her.

Killer, my wolf, was obsessed with the palpitations of her heart. It brought him joy. He loved it. Killer pleasures in the fear of his victims.

"Please, please, I beg you. Don't do this." She pleaded.

"Oh, dear, don't spoil the fun now." Fynn muttered, fixing her feet and hands into the machine, "Do you rather prefer we use a knife?" He asked her, "Trust me, that's slow and inevitably more painful." Fynn laughed at her, enjoying the fearful look on her face.

He looked at me for confirmation to start and I nodded. He turned to her with excitement and pressed the red button that triggered the machine and the next was the woman's painful screams echoing through the basement.

Fynn loved the pain he was inflicting on her. Killer loved it. I loved it too. But it wasn't enough. This was just a tip of the iceberg compared to what I have planned for her.

She should know by now that killing my mate was her biggest mistake. And she would pay painfully for it.

Fynn paused the machine, allowing her to catch some breath before he resumed. My gaze was fixed on the floor, near the machine, where her chopped pinky toes were.

"Please..." She begged weakly and I signalled my beta to continue. The machine started its freaking noise again and I saw the horror in the woman's eyes.

"Just kill me!" She screamed.

"Ha! We haven't even started." Fynn sneered at her and I waved him to stop the machine.

He did.

"It took me ninety days, six hours, twenty minutes and fifty seconds to finally catch you and you want me to take your life so soon? Whilst I commend you for being able to run from me this long, I can't give you a quick death. My conscience will torment me for doing that."

I went close to her and whispered in her ears, "I've just got you. I won't end your life so easily. There's no fun in that."

I stood upright and glared at her, "I gave your brother a quick death because he was of lesser evil. But not you. Your toes and fingers will be chopped off one after the other, and then, your feet and hands, before your arms and legs, and finally I will throw you into a big water tank where you would swim to save yourself.

But since you won't have arms or legs, I wonder how you will be able to save yourself. Oh, and don't worry, if you bleed out and faint during the first process, there are doctors to take good care of you. You will have the best medical treatment so that you can live long to experience all I have planned for you. Because you don't deserve an easy death." I nodded to Fynn to continue and turned to leave.

"What if you find out after my death that I was innocent of your wife's death?" I stopped in my tracks and she continued talking, "What if I can prove my innocence now that I am alive?"

"Hey, bitch! what are you saying?" Fynn scolded.

"What if I can bring you the real killer of your mate?"