Chapter 62 UNLEASHED
Varkos
The words tore out of my throat raw—barely making any sense to me. My knees hit the floor before I realized I was falling, the stone marble floor slammed into my skin, cold and unforgiving, but the pain didn’t register.
Nothing else in the world mattered to me right now—except what lay in front of me. Ginnie’s clothes were soaked in so much blood that I’d ever seen in my entire life as a Lycan.
“It…it can’t be,” I muttered more to myself than anyone. My hands shook violently as I reached for it, fingers hovering for a moment, as if touching it would somehow make this all disappear.
The moment I lifted it—
My whole world went crashing down in an instant.
Blood.
Her blood.
The scent slammed into me like a blade to the chest, sharp and metallic and unmistakably hers. It wasn’t just blood—it was fear. Panic. Desperation so intense my lungs seized as if I were the one suffocating.
My wolf went insane.
He slammed against my ribs, howling, clawing, raking at my insides like he was trying to tear his way out of me. A broken sound ripped from my chest, low and enraged, vibrating through the stone floor beneath my knees.
No.
No—no—no—
This didn’t mean—
It couldn’t mean—
My grip tightened on the cloth until my knuckles went white. Then the images crashed violently through my skull, uninvited and merciless.
Ginnie was mercilessly and brutally attacked by the bastard who did this to her. Her sharp mouth, always ready to fight, the way her scent changed when she was angry…the way it changed when she was afraid.
“Fuck—!”
The word tore free from my chest, raw and unrestrained, thundering across the abandoned storage room.
“FUCK!”
The word reverberated, feral and broken, scraping against the walls until it shattered into silence. I stood abruptly to my feet and drove my fist into the wall. Pain exploded through my hand—white-hot, violent, the moment the stone wall cracked.
But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t anything compared to the fire ripping through my chest.
I hit the wall again.
And again.
And again.
“You should’ve protected her, Varkos!” I snarled, each word dragged out of my lungs like a confession and curse all at once. “You should’ve been there for her!”
My vision blurred, red and black bleeding together as fury and guilt inside me twisted into something poisonous and uncontrollable. Blood streamed down my knuckles now, warm and thick, dripping onto the floor—mixing with hers.
That instantly broke something inside me.
Ginnie’s blood and mine. Mixed, as if the universe itself was mocking me. I pressed my forehead against the wall, my breath rising and falling in heavy gasps.
“I swear!” I growled, lifting my head slowly. My reflection stared back at me from the fractured stone—wild eyes, unhinged, dangerous. “I will find the son of a bitch who did this.”
My jaw clenched until it ached, my teeth grinding hard enough I thought they might crack, “And when I do.” My voice dropped to a low whisper now, sinking into something cold and merciless.
“Death will be a mercy he doesn’t get.”
With that, I let the clothes slip from my fingers. They hit the floor softly, like they didn’t weigh as much as they should, as though her life meant nothing at all.
Without hesitating even for a moment, I stormed out of the storage room, following the fading trail of Ginnie’s blood and scent through the corridor. But then, by the time I’d reached near the outer wing, it had vanished. Entirely.
Clean.
Too clean.
Whoever took her knew exactly how to erase themselves. I burst through the main doors of the villa, my presence snapping outward like a whip. The guards straightened instinctively, their heads bowed down as they dared not look me in the eye.
“KAEL!”
“RHUN!”
My roar split the air.
They appeared instantly—broad-shouldered, their eyes sharp with instinct and loyalty. The two most loyal men in my pack who had followed me into war. Men who had seen me tear enemies apart with my bare hands.
“Alpha,” Kael said cautiously. They took one look at my face and stiffened. “You called for—“
“I need you both to search the forests,” I cut in coldly before he could finish, “Every inch of Bleeding Rose. Every den. Every cave. Every rogue hideout.”
Rhun’s jaw tightened. “Alpha—”
“Bring me any rogue you find,” I continued, my voice vibrating with barely restrained anger. “Bring them to me…alive.”
Both of them hesitated, just for a moment. But before they could bring themselves to say a word, my growl erupted throughout the entire villa. Pure Alpha dominance was crashing into them like a physical blow.
“NOW!”
“As you command, Alpha.” They dropped to one knee instantly, speaking in unison before launching into the forest at full speed. I didn’t watch them go, not when I was already headed inside the mansion, my boots echoing against the marble floor like thunder as I tore through the corridors.
“Mother!” I roared.
“KENNA!”
The slaves scattered at the tone of my voice, pinning themselves against walls, their eyes wide with terror as I passed. No one dared to stop me.
The sitting room doors swung open just as Lady Ravena stepped inside, she looked cold as usual. Regal. Fury sharpened into something lethal behind her eyes.
“Where the hell is Kenn—“
CRACK!
Her hand landed across my face with brutal force. Pain detonated instantly, sharp and imminent as my head snapped to the side, teeth cutting into my lip as blood flooded my mouth.
The sound echoed violently through the entire sitting room, and for a moment the whole world stilled. My skin burned where she struck me—rage and humiliation searing together.
Slowly, but deliberately—I straightened, lifting my head to meet her gaze head-on. Lady Ravena parted her lips to speak, her eyes burned with rage, and something far colder than I’d ever seen my whole life.
“So you’ve been having an affair with that human slave all this time?”