CAELLUM’S POV
The men I trusted with Naledi brought reports on how badly behaved my mate had been.
Demanding audience with me, insulting them and flat out asking to be let go. There was no news of her repentance or reflection on the sin she committed.
Instead, I heard endless complaints, refusal to eat and yelling matches. After returning from a business meeting with Matteo, I decided to meet with Naledi.
Perhaps knock some senses into her and negotiate the terms of her release, depending on how she behaved. I wasn’t a forgiving man and I had every plan to make her regret pulling a gun on me but that would be sorted in time.
I got out of the car and went straight to the prison with Matteo walking closely behind me. I walked in and headed to her cell; strangely, the gates were empty of guards.
Matteo answered my hidden thoughts. “It’s time for lunch. They should be feeding the prisoners at this point.”
I let out a huff but continued my way inside. It was flat-out stupid to leave the prison gates unattended to for any reason, and Matteo didn’t need me to point that out.
He did the Lord’s work and got to making some calls to rectify the situation.
A gnawing feeling tightened my guts as I approached Naledi’s cell. For some reason, I couldn’t be fast enough, and it seemed like something was wrong.
Had she escaped the prison? I wondered, quickening my steps as I saw the lack of guards in the hallways.
I got into her holding cell and the first thing I heard was belts unbuckling. I stepped further, holding my gun tightly in readiness for any sudden attacks and what I saw nearly took the breath out of my lungs.
Naledi was forced to her knees while two of my men held her up, one with a hand up in her cooch, and the dick of the prison head shoved down her throat.
“What the fuck is going on here?!” I barked, shaking with anger, as my eyes went between the trio, and lastly, to my mate, who spared me one look before the light went out her eyes and she slumped.
Defiled by my people.
“Alpha..” Derek, the one who had his hand shoved inside what was mine said, struggling to buckle his belt.
“She insulted you, Alpha!” The prison head, whose dick was shoved in her mouth said, getting to his knees. “I just thought to teach her a lesson.”
I admired his courage.
“She attacked us first!” The last one said I couldn’t even remember how he got into my pack. “She tried to escape so I held her!” He excused, three of them on their knees, and awaiting my words.
Not a single word left my mouth. My eyes looked at my mate, who was lying on the floor, bruised, violated and naked. A smirk found its way to my lips and the temperature of the room went down a couple notches.
They were going to pay.
Matteo rushed in with guards in his tow. Always on fucking time. “What the fuck-” He swore, looking around, and adding things up. “You are dead.” He summed it up and the men bowed their heads, making pleas to me.
“Alpha! Please! We only sought to teach her a lesson!”
“We never planned to rape her!”
“She talked trash about you, and we wanted to distil some respect!”
My eyes remained on my mate, who was curved on the floor. Unconscious and naked for all to see. I was going to pluck their eyes.
Everyone who saw her should savour it because that was the last thing they were going to see. I vowed within me.
“I gave you one order,” I gritted but Matteo stopped me.
“The lady needs urgent attention. I believe wasting any more time will put her life at risk.”
I knew what he was trying to do. He was asking permission to attend to her. He knew my wolf was on edge and anyone who tried to go even an inch closer to her would pay with their lives.
“Take her.” My tone was hard, and I forced my eyes away from her when Matteo took off his shirt, and carried her up, trying his best to shield his eyes from her nakedness.
Matteo left with her, leaving me with a few other guards and the three wise men.
“Take them to the basement,” I ordered, and their eyes grew wide.
I didn’t wait to hear their useless pleas and reasons, instead, I made my way to the basement, thinking about the many ways I would make them wish death instead of life.
*******
Arggghhhh!
I sat by a stool, a safe distance away from the men with a switch in my hand.
An electric switch.
You guessed it. I was using electricity to teach them how not to treat a woman. This was lesson number 3. Of course, they had been beaten to a pulp and hung like an unwanted sacrifice.
But it was only the beginning. I had way more experiences in store for them. The devil will have a field day hearing all about their ordeal when I finally send them to hell.
“I’ll ask this once.” I started again, irritation clear on my face. “Whose Idea was it?”
None of them spoke. Not because they were keeping a secret, but because they were too tired, and burnt out. A fact that was none of my business.
I flipped the switch in my hand and electric voltage, letting it shock them almost to the point of death. When they were about to cross over, I flipped it back, refusing to give them such an easy death.
“Black..” one of them muttered, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry A-Alpha. P-Please.”
My laugh echoed in the dungeons. “You are sorry?” I asked with an incredulous tone. “You are not sorry.” My face turned cold. “I will make you sorry. All of you.” I meant every word.
“Take out their eyes!”