Forty

Forty


THIRD PERSON'S POV 

Tension and rage are deeply laced throughout the space. Beta Arlo is pacing in close proximity to the entrance. He is undoubtedly also feeling uneasy due to the recent commotion in the pack.

The locks that overlap his brows are now gray, a symbol of distress. He is holding his hands behind him. The door opens, and Lady Sasha enters. She carefully considers each step she takes as she approaches the Beta because she is scared to confront him. Her hands are plainly shaking, and her eyes are on the ground.

The Beta throws her against the wall while advancing and wrapping his fingers around her throat before lifting her into the air. 

He bellows, "You incompetent fool! A mere petty slave was under your care, and you were unable to get rid of her before she developed wings.”

"I didn't realize she would exaggerate things," 

"You never ever know," He silenced her by bringing his free hand to her face. "That you allowed them to entangle with her so tightly, you ought to be six feet underground; perhaps you can serve as manure.”

He tightens his hold as she screams for air. "We purchase every sick girl on board because we have the money to, so it's not really my fault. If we had not purchased her...”

"Shut the hell up; placing blame elsewhere than on yourself will lead to your downfall. I'll keep my word. We wouldn't be having this discussion if you had always kept her in her proper place.”

“It's not entirely true, and we can still do something about it. Please.” Her voice is broken.

“We?” He tightens his hold even further. 

She tries to ease it a little with her hands around his while she coughs. "No, I.” She clarifies. 

The Beta releases her as she falls on the ground in a heap, wheezing and struggling for air. "You must resolve this bullshit, and bring peace back inside these walls, or you will pay with your life.” He issues a warning.

She bobs her head, confident that the Beta won't make hollow threats, while privately cursing beneath her breath.

Beta Arlo wipes his hand with a napkin as if he handled something impure as two advanced guys enter the room and move for their seats.

"Exactly when I needed you, right on time." He motions them to move on. "Sit down," he said.

"Thanks, Beta, and have a good day.” When they settle, the first man begins. " What's happening? Everybody is talking to each other and likely the person after them, which puts the entire space in a state of chaos.”

"The chaos in the pack is bad for my reign. I wanted them to get a Luna before taking over their position because I knew they were anything than responsible, but I never anticipated this conflict. A slave enters my pack, convincing the three brothers that she is their Luna and causing them to fall in love, which I still find fascinating. And owing to this brat, those scumbags are so credulous to fall for her garbage." His finger is on Lady Sasha. "She became pregnant somehow. Hell yes! It's bad for business, so I really desire silence at least in my pack.”

"Definitely not good. You must move quickly.” The second man inquires, "What can we do to assist?"

"I'm working on a different strategy." He stops to observe Lady Sasha moaning on the ground. "Go in charge of your peasants. Any more rumours, their mouth will be torn to pieces and served to you, therefore I don't want even one.”

Although still reeling from his hold, Lady Sasha nods. She stands up to go when she is thrown across the room and through the air. She flips in the air and lands on the ground.

Alpha Hunter is in view when the door swings open widely. As he assumes his half-beast, half-human form, his claws are extended. Beta Arlo, who is already agitated by Lady Sasha, sits still as Alpha Hunter approaches the area where she is lying. Daring him to move even closer, the other two men charge at him. He creeps cautiously ahead while keeping an eye on them to scare them to death by concealing his next move. Unexpectedly, he struck their chests hard with his fist, throwing them at an odd angle. He leaps on Lady Sasha, ripping her flesh with his claws and dripping blood all over her body as he does so. His claws are covered in pieces of her skin. 

The guards charge in and remove Alpha Hunter from Lady Sasha, saving her from her death. They dredge him out, but not before tasting his claws. 

“Strap your bitch, Beta. I won't be this amiable the next time." Alpha Hunter issues a caution.

"Send for the physician right away." Alpha Hunter is thrown out as they closed the door per Beta Arlo's commands.

The two men stand up, tensing their muscles and taking deep breaths as they make their way to their seats.

“You can tell that it is beyond disorderly now. A slave girl is to blame.” The concern may be heard in the Beta's words.

Lady Sasha groans on the ground like a child, bleeding profusely from the feast of alpha Hunter's claws. No one in the room appears to be concerned, so perhaps she is also to blame and must make amends. Their demeanour says a lot. 

The physician and her three assistants arrive shortly. She stops Lady Sasha from bleeding any more than necessary before she is carried out at the count of three. 

"I am beyond furious. How should we proceed, Beta?”

Beta Arlo scowls. "I'll have everything all prepared and sent to you, but first, learn everything there is to know about that slut. Every damn thing! Where the fuck she came from, who the fuck she is. She is one of the most recent slaves purchased, and her name is Aaliyah. Time is of essence, so please respond soon. Tell the chief guard to fill you in on any details you might need.” To help them process everything he just stated, he clears his throat, buying them time. "That's all for today, thank you.” He completes.

They stand to depart, speaking softly as they do so, much like a snail carrying a caterpillar inside its shell. They still appear to be reeling from the assault, and they are wise enough not to try to block an angry alpha.

Beta Arlo is left to think deeply about what to do next while alone in the chamber's silence. How, in the absence of much talk, he would handle the problem discretely and beyond the walls.

The fact is that the alpha brothers were in perfect order before the slave girl entered and turned the tables. It appears as though she has them in her hands, and considering how she manipulates them, it's possible that she really does. He stands from his lofty seat for the first time since the eruption and leaves the chamber. The physician is addressing Lady Sasha's needs. He doesn't say anything and continues to ignore her as he leaves.