Edward’s POV
I could not believe that I had let myself go like that! Forget the fact that a lot of the members of the pack were killed or fatally injured, my pride had been wounded by all that had happened. In a fit of pleasure, I had left the borders unguarded and let my personal guard down, because of the entertainment I derived from punishing that brat slave girl known as Rachelle.
That slave girl was useless, she could not even shift into wolf form, and she never did her duties properly. Each slaves were given their regular, and very much deserved dose of punishment once in a short while, for them to remember their places and who it was they belonged to. And every slave ended up submissive and reduced to nothing but a crying worshipping mess every time.
Every puny slave except Rachelle.
Yes, she did cry and mumble out words due to pain, but somehow she did that with her head held high. It was as if her body was battered and bruised, but her spirit was still holding up strong like she was some kind of queen or an alpha female from another pack in the place.
Just who exactly did that bruised thing think she was?
And one thing I loved was breaking the resolves of other people. I loved it when I made them weak, and when they cried at my feet for mercy, pleading for their lives and the lives of their families, of their children. If worse got to worst, I would end up deleting them from existence permanently. And that only happened when they were still filled with some stupid kind of hope that they could escape and that they would eventually escape.
The only way out was death, and I had provided poison for anyone who wished to end their lives themselves if they did not like the pack, or the situation they found themselves in. A few accepted my offer, and the rest who did not continued to stay on working for me.
Then there were the wolves who most probably did not think that there was a way out. But still, they held their heads high regardless of the hopelessness of their pathetic situation.
Rachelle was one of such were wolves. The ones who stood up with their heads held high and who took advantage of any situation she had found herself in. She was also good at playing submissive too, but then afterwards, it is all hell.
I found it almost impossible to break her, and just as it showed that I was beginning to make progress with her mental breakdown, she had found a way to escape.
And the fact that it was not any of my fault was a sort of relief to me, as I had never had a runaway captive or an escaper on my hands before, regardless of how strong they thought they were, or how cunning.
But it was my very own son who had made that foolish mistake, and although the blog was not in me directly, it still brought shame to me because the supposedly next alpha was so weak that a slave girl- an Omega at that pushed him onto shards of glass and ran off, escaping the Pazpack.
Wondering how Kyle would be able to manage a pack was one of the most stressful things for me. He was puny and pathetic, and so was his wolf. That tiny, scrawny animal with scanty fur scattered all over its form. To say that my son was an embarrassment to my person would have been a major understatement.
And again, after we had caught the little brat, and still made her undergo some minor punishments for her to use, to set as an example to the other slaves and for her to learn her lesson. Putting her in isolation at the open room, and in the metal cage were all some of Kylie’s creative ideas.
There was no escape from slavery at the Paz pack, and all the slaves had had to put all that into their heads.
Then while my son had gone for the regular punishment that was to be given to the brat, only for the brat to hit my son.
She did not even have the right to touch his feet while begging, in spite of how pathetic the puny kid was, and yet she had the audacity to not just lay a hand on him, but the beat him up mercilessly. To barrage his face with blows and even to the point that he twisted his ankle because of her.
The guards had rushed to tell me, telling me that Kyle has not given them permission to stop any of them, and only I could stop it. I had to go down and into the slave’s quarters with a bang, making sure that it was heard all the way there.
Then with a loud voice, I shouted into the air and made my way inside. What I met there had utterly terrified me.
My son, the only one I had to carry my name lay on the ground as if lifeless. A young were wolf that was supposed to be vibrant and powerful, especially with the aided advantage of having the blood of an alpha running through his veins had been beaten by a weak slave girl. An Omega who was barely given enough to survive and lived out her days doing chores and receiving punishments as Kyle, Kylie and I dished them out.
I knew there and then that this girl only deserved to die after what she had done to my own flesh and blood. He was a great embarrassment to me for all of the things he had done and in the mediocre way in which he thought things true, but he was still my son.
Then he sat up, his body quaking and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I nodded at some guards who quickly took him out to dress his wounds, and as for the girl, she was going to have a reunion with some of my torture toys, abs she would also meet new ones too. This was what I enjoyed the most out of all the benefits that came with being an alpha.
And then my torture time to spend with her, and even the sister of that Alpha Everett too got interrupted. I was about to stick the end of the wires onto her skin, and I was about to send for her cage as I heard loud bangs and turned around in time to see some of my guards fall dead. It was my instincts that preserved me as I fell flat on the ground and rolled out of the grounds. My daughter following suit. Kyle was brought to me by a guard. A lot of my soldiers and guards got slaughtered by Alpha Everett and his two guards fighting at his side. We had the greater number but it was a losing battle.
We had lost a lot of things that day, including my high pride. And I was going to have to get it back.
Sitting up, I called for a meeting in my office, inviting all of the high ranking members of the pack. They had survived the tough battle, thankfully, so there was still some ray of hope for my pack and I.
One by one, my office filled with seven men, and my two children – Kyle and Kylie.
Putting things in order should not be too much of an issue, and especially after Kyle had told me of his plans. For the first time, my son was finally using his brains!
I had only called the rest of the men, in fact, to think, to analyze, and to talk about ways in which Kyle’s plans could be implemented and maximized to its fullest potential.
Kyle’s POV
I sat at the table, bursting with self-pride as father said the greetings and began the introductory speeches. For the first time, I had said something about an ongoing problem, and although usually father ignored me, or waved my plan aside, listening to Kylie’s instead so making me look useless in everyone’s eyes.
But this time, not only had he listened to my suggestion, but he had also shown interest and even some excitement as I continued to speak. And at the end of it, he gave me a clap on the back and thanked me for giving out such a wonderful idea, and for being a sin he could finally be proud of and boast of wherever he went to. Kylie sat looking sour as if I had not spent my whole life listening to him talk and gloat about her in that manner, to the point that she felt that she could threaten me and take my rightful position as the alpha when we got older.
Then he stood up and began to speak.
“We all know that it is almost time for one if the most important events in our enemy pack. Thing is, there is not much to say, but using this plan, we can use their strategy against them. In the same way they took advantage of our lack of concentration, we would do the same, taking advantage of their merriment and happiness. And then we would seize the opportunity and attack them.” Father said, his voice rising with excitement.
“It would be a blood bath, and all the werewolves of that pack would suffer and die a gruesome death. Including Rachelle, especially Rachelle.”
Then everyone stood up and began to clap nodding at each other.
“Splendid!” One of them said.
“I cannot wait for the day, Edward!” Said another.
“Do you not think that it is so amazing?” The man beside me exclaimed to me.
Of course it is amazing, I did formulate the plan after all.
“Such genius this plan is!”
“Please silence.” Father said, and then the office was silent immediately.
“There is another plan too. I have called you here so you can listen and after that we can speak on the matter and decide which of the plans to go with. The second plan also includes mind games with our beloved brat, Rachelle.” Father said with an evil glint in his eye.
“We would make a call to Rachelle. We would tell her that her parents wanted to see her and apologize. And that they have already bought her out of my slavery- care. And that they were requesting to see her and take her home with them.” Father finished, hitting the table.
“How do we know that this would work, Edward?”
“Well, Rachelle had always been touchy feely when it came to the subject of her parents, so yes, it would work. She would refuse to come at first, but you know how dramatic these people can be. Eventually, she would agree to come back. And when she does, she would come with Everett-”
“But how would you know that she would come with Everett?” Another said.
“They are mates and he would want to come with her for moral support. Then when they are in, we would surround them and only then would they notice that it was all a setup. We would have sent some were wolves beforehand to go to Everett’s pack and wait for Everett to leave before attacking the pack. With Everett here unable to protect his pack, we would gain total control of threat pack as well. And then we would kill Everett in front of Rachelle to make her suffer before we end her life too. What do you think?” Father clapped his hands.
The table was silent for a moment.
“Genius!”
“How did you come up with this?”
“I did not come up with this, Kyle did.” Father said with a proud smirk.
Then I took in the surprised stares from the rest of the board as I began to receive their applause.