Chapter 38 The Three
The Alpha had been silent since he stood before Olsen and his cohorts, but his presence was enough to send shivers down their spine.
His crimson eyes flamed with the annoyance that rippled through his veins, causing a low growl to erupt from him.
“Alpha Russell?” Olsen called out amidst the panic that gripped him, hoping to get a response from the Alpha.
When he got none, he turned to the Beta, begging that he intervene.
Marcus didn’t bother to say a word, holding onto his plan countenance.
The Alpha had become the center of attention, his presence sending shivers down the spine of Olsen and his friends.
“I swear by the moon goddess!” Olsen whimpered, recoiling two inches backward.
“I didn’t know that she was your mate!” He sniffled, attempting to suppress the tears that were welling up in his eyes.
“If I had known, I wouldn’t have gone close to her!”
Russell growled at him, causing him to swallow hard.
“The only reason why your head is not severed and hanging on a stake is because of the relationship that existed between our fathers. My father would turn in his grave if he hears that I touched any of the children of Melvin Sanders,”
Olsen nodded, taking a deep breath.
“Thank you so much, Alpha Russell! Thank you for forgiving me!” He sighed heavily alongside his cohorts, but it seemed as though they had celebrated too early.
Seeing the scowling countenance of the Alpha, the brightness on their faces vanished, replaced by a lingering uncertainty.
Olsen looked at the Alpha, and then he turned to the Beta, his eyes glittering with fear.
Russell sniggered, taking two steps closer to him.
The air all over the place had thickened with tension, succumbing to the menacing aura of the Alpha.
“Who said anything about forgiving you?” Russell snarled, looking at the three of them.
He began his piercing stare from Ethan and ended it with Chiron.
Olsen wished he weren’t in the middle, but it seemed as though the guards had purposefully kept him in the middle as the leader of the gang.
His body didn’t seem like it belonged to him anymore, its shivery increased from the moment he heard the last words of the Alpha.
“I am sorry, Alpha Russell!” Chiron decided to beg for mercy, seeing that Olsen’s attempts had no impact on the Alpha.
But it appeared as though he needed more than words to get the Alpha to change his mind about whatever fate he had decided that they were going to face.
“The punishment for your offenses should be death, but I have decided to minimize the rate at which I shed blood." Russell snorted, clenching his fists tightly.
The muscles all over his body bulged, veins lining up all around them.
Just then, the sound of footsteps was heard, and everyone turned to see Mia walking out of the castle.
She was clad in leather pants, a brown pair of boots, and a grey jacket zipped to the top.
Her long hair was perfectly held onto by the golden clip, her hands reaching for the pearl necklace hanging around her neck, attempting to hide it inside the jacket.
The moment she saw the unexpected scene before her, she froze, her eyes moving from one person to the other.
Russell chuckled. “There you are, love!” He pointed to her, and then he beckoned without getting rid of his smile.
“You are right on time, Mia.” He paused for a while, sniggering at the sound of the continuous whimpering of Olsen and his cohorts.
“Come.” He urged, but Mia remained still.
She was so intensely gripped by annoyance that she stood still, glaring particularly at Olsen.
A low growl erupted from her, her eyes burning with intense rage.
Suddenly, it seemed as though she had broken the barrier that was keeping her from making a move.
She began marching toward her three assailants, her gestures a promise of vengeance.
Olsen swallowed hard, but it didn’t sound like he was the only one, the noisy gulp of his companions drawing the Beta’s immediate attention.
Marcus sensed the danger, but before he could say a word, Mia had already walked passed him, grabbing Olsen by the neck.
Mia didn’t seem like she was in total control of herself, her grip on Olsen’s neck tightened as she glared down at him, her orbs flaming with intense fury.
Ethan and Chiron crawled away, watching with quivering breaths as Olsen struggled to catch his breath.
His eyes had rolled backward, his hands attempting to break his neck free from Mia’s grip.
But even with all his might, it appeared as though he was wasting his time.
“Please!” Olsen finally pushed the word out, but it was barely above a whisper, losing all its grip.
Mia was slowly snuffing the life out of him, her rage increasing as her golden eyes burned like magma.