INNOCENT BLOOD
JACE'S POV
Five years later…
I stood up bravely at the peak of the mountain while looking around. My heart was molded by the years, the time when Ven no longer exists in this world. I did not know where to start or where to end the sorrow that was killing me every single day. My innocent child died and I would never forgive Zarya for that. Even my beloved Ven gave her life for the mistake she did not do.
Until now, my chest was heavy. They did not deserve to die. I would accept it if Zarya killed me. Her revenge was unacceptable.
I only had three hours of sleep every day. My brain had no capacity to sleep in about six to eight hours due to the continuous nightmare I was facing. I could see Ven, she was bathing in her blood, my hand was resting in her belly while I was deeply crying. My left hand was holding Kaye. She was breathing in and out, death was calling her. Those bad dreams haunted me since the night happened.
I will never be content once I did not see Zarya and King Water's head rolling on the soil. I would never stop hunting them even in hell!
I giggled in madness as I looked at the gray sky. The darkness and lightning drawing in it remind me of my past. Remind me how my women murdered, flaming the fire in my chest, creating a huge desires for me to kill.
"What's the nearest pack?" I asked Heba while my eyes were looking straight. My expression was just blank. I forgot how to smile or how to be happy.
"Hilarious Pack… Alpha."
"We'll make that pack disappear in the lists of communities in the book of the Elemental Kingdom."
"Your wish is our command, Alpha." Heba bowed his head to me.
If they think that the Black Wolves Pack was finished, that would just remain in their head. That would not happen as long as my blood was traveling to my body. The last standing royal blood in the Black Wolves Pack. Zarya's fault was to leave me alive.
I gazed at my big men, approximately one hundred men. Not enough, but I would still gather so the victory would be assured.
In my five years of seeking power, they were what I got. The most powerful men of the cannibals, heartless and ruthless when it came to murder. I challenged their Alpha Gecko to have a combat with me. They had a tradition that if another alpha won against him, his people would be rewarded. They would never follow anyone, except me. They were willing to die for me. My enemies are their enemies. My principles are their principles. My purpose is their purpose.
And we are united to destroy Zarya Wixx and Hali Aiker, their meat will be scattered like useless pathetic animals.
When we reached the down portion of the mountain, my cold expression froze. Women were so happy, carrying their babies in their arms while they were talking about their husbands. This pack was too perfect, too glad, too organized, too united, and… I despise it deep in my heart.
Happiness should not be possible to anyone as long as my women and child were under ground, eating by the worms. They should cry, scream and suffer.
"Kill them." I commanded seriously.
"Alpha?" Heba acted as if he did not hear what I had said.
"Captive those boys and men who have potential… the rest kill them. It's not my concern about the method of murdering." This man was not a soft Prince Jace who always sought kindness. This man talking was now Alpha Jace, one of the deadliest alpha in the entire Alpha King's World.
"Can I rape ladies?" One of the guards asked me.
"I won't care." I turned my back and walked away as my pack moved forward to attack the peaceful Hilarious Pack. One second and the screams echoed around the area. The fire spread. The houses were burned. The children were crying. The babies sobbed. The women pleaded and shouted. The men fought, but they would never be the winner.
I settled my body not far from the scenes, watching them invade the pack. When I was a kid, I was not watching when my father was brutally killed and invaded by packs they caught in the travel, migrating from one place to another, no permanent location.
Every time they killed, I was not looking as it created a wall in my chest. I felt that morality was against their actions. I never dreamt of being like my father. I felt like he was the worst person ever, which was real. I discovered he experienced the same cruelty and that was what made him.
And that was what made me, too.
My child should not die. He was purely guilt-free, the product of my love for Ven. Look what destiny gave me. Only affliction in spite of my goodness.
I never looked at my side when Haya stood up. She watched, accompanying me. I love her, but not how I love Ven. I was aware of that.
"They must die." My voice was low. Grief and agony were on the tone.
"I second the motion." Haya's stare was the same as mine. Full of anger.
If there was someone who would understand me well, it was her and Heba, therefore, they stayed beside me through difficulties and comfort.
She cracked a wood settling on the ground and then buried the sharp part of it to the man crawling, escaping. She learned how to be merciless. She witnessed everything that had happened to us, she fought for us now. She hurried towards another man and struck it with the wood. She was not content. She deepened the sharp wood in his back until he could no longer breathe.
When she was finished, she came back to me with her bloody hands. I held her hands and wiped it with my own clothes.
"Don't let innocent blood stay on your skin."