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Edrand.

Edrand sat on the high chair, clasping his jaw with his fingers as he looked unseeingly at the crowded courtroom.

The clamor in the room was on the verge of bringing the ceiling down. The people were arguing amongst themselves about which punishment would be best for the one who murdered their lord.

Edrand tuned them out, mourning his lost lover, Draco. He couldn’t believe that after murdering hundreds of people just to be with Draco, he still ended up losing his male.

The thought made him white-knuckle the armrest of the seat, a growl building at the back of his throat.

The high elders who were supposed to call order in the room were equally arguing amongst themselves. Edrand was the one who called the meeting. This wasn’t any ordinary meeting; this gathering was held for justice to be served.

He couldn’t wait to see that piece of cunt abused to the point of death, a dark grin clouded his face. He puffed out a long breath, focusing his eyes over the double oak doors of the courtroom as if willing it to open and swivel in the breeder.

The argument that split the room apart was the fact that the barbaric punishment for regicide had been ruled out, and Lord Draco was the one who ruled it out in Abbator when he rose to power.

Though it was still being practiced in the demon clan.

Despite that knowledge, Edrand still insisted on having Isolde punished the barbaric way.

After all, she deserved that and more.

“Fucking piece of cunt!” Edrand cursed in anger, his chest vibrating from the hard breaths he took.

“We cannot do that, my people. The punishment for regicide has been altered. The female will face seven trials first, and until she’s found guilty of deliberately killing our lord, we can’t subject her to such brutality,” High Elder Takoda tried to reason.

Immediately after he finished talking, the room was eclipsed by a loud noise. The males adamantly shook their heads in disagreement with what he said.

One tall male with dirty brunette hair stood up. His sleeveless leather jacket was ripped and tattered. He had sigils drawn across his bare muscly arms.

“Fuck the law!” He spat. “I’m going to rape the shit out of her cunt!”

“Yeah!” The others roared in support.

Only a few people among the males agreed with the elders’ opinion. The rest wanted to pounce on Isolde and tear her into pieces with their cocks.

“We are savages, elders! And savages do barbaric things! Fuck the book of laws! Fuck them all!”

“Ali! Ali! Ali!” The male’s fellow cheered, patting him on the back. The male was all smiles as he looked over at Edrand, earning a nod from him.

“I’m going to fuck her!!!” Ali demonstrated thrusting into Isolde, giggling as he bored his eyes at the elders.

The clamor continued as another one of the elders arose. He had a shawl draped loosely over his shoulders.

“We’re no longer savages, my people. The lord saw to that by implementing changes. At the moment, the savages we have in Bloomington are the demons, and that is because we have no king in the Ice castle yet….”

“We are savages! That’s what we’re meant to be!” Another male from the crowd roared, throwing his balled fist in the air. A couple of heads nodded, scowling at the elder.

The elder recovered himself and continued to press. “Uh…the most important thing is how to give the lord a proper burial…”

“Bring us the breeder!!”

“Bring her to us!”

“My cock’s aching to punish her!”

“I’m going to fuck her ass,”

The roar interrupted the elder yet again. He looked pleadingly to High Elder Takoda for help.

Takoda gulped in a breath and rose to his feet. The noise persisted, rattling over the walls. The courtroom was lit with candles and torches, illuminating the faces of hundreds of males ready to devour the breeder at Edrand’s command.

Edrand went as far as Abbator’s square to gather most of these males. He spoiled their minds with hateful words concerning the breeder. He made sure to tell them the breeder killed the lord because she connived with the demon clan against the lycans.

That spiked anger in the males, and now they were here, angry and ready to do the needful on Edrand’s command.

“She is the lord’s breeder. His supposed Luna. She cannot be treated…”

“Takoda, sit down!” Edrand boomed.

The room fell silent at his words. High Elder Takoda refused to be controlled by Edrand. He stood still, glaring at Edrand.

“I said sit down,” Edrand commanded again, voice harsh.

“I’m afraid you have no legal right to command me, Edrand Rhal,” Takoda boomed, panting hard from anger. It was no surprise to Edrand that Takoda was never one of his fans.

He leaned forward from the backrest of the seat, digging his elbows into his knees as he inspected the high elder. His red brocade shirt with embroidery of golden color shimmered under the torches. The brooch clasped over the collar was equally made of gold.

“I hope you know I am a Rhal? Not just that but I am the lord’s mate?”

“It still doesn’t give you the right to command me,”

At that incessant refusal, Edrand flicked a look at Ali and one other male packed with muscles in the room and silently commanded them to make the elder obey.

The males strode over to where Takoda was. They stood behind him and pushed him into his seat with their hands pressing onto his shoulders.

Takoda grunted in pain, cursing at Edrand.

“No one disobeys me, Takoda,” He spat, rising. Edrand looked over the room and yelled “The breeder deserves brutality!”

“Yeah!” The males echoed their support.

“She killed our lord! Our future king!”

“Yeah!” They roared again.

“Law or no law, we punish her in our way!”

“Yeah!”

The room buzzed with heated energy. With the way things were going, the elders no longer had a say.

Only Edrand and his crowd of…supporters.

Takoda couldn’t stop glowering at Edrand.

“You spineless cock!” He spat at Edrand, who merely chuckled.

“Maybe we rape him too, eh?” Edrand boomed, smirking.

The males burst into laughter, sneering at Takoda.

“I bet his hole is going to swallow up my cock well,” Ali teased, peering down at Takoda.

Edrand grinned, loving the energy in the room. Then he proceeded with his speech of vengeance.

“No one born with a cunt has the power to scot-free after messing with us! She will pay for killing my mate!!!!!!”

“Yeahhhhhhh!!!”

As the boisterous roar echoed in the room, the double oak doors snicked open.

Everyone turned their attention to the door and saw Isolde standing there with a long black leather jacket covering her body and manacles clasped over her wrists.

All the males’ eyes gleamed boyishly as the sentinels began to drag her into the room.

TBC.