Chapter 86 End Of It All
Calhoun's POV
I see several other dead bodies but I don't even fidget at the sight because I have a strong stomach. It took me less than five minutes to know Kristen isn't here.
It feels so sickening to know that Jack keeps the dead bodies of the females he has killed, and lets them rot here. It's such a disgusting thing for a person to do. But then Jack isn't sane. That's why he's called the Rogue Psycho.
Cursing deeply under my breath, I leave the room and carry on walking until I see another door.
I don't want to see more dead bodies, but because I am out on the lookout for Kristen, I can't turn away from it. I have to go through every nook and cranny in this place to rescue my mate and the mother of my unborn child.
The door is unlocked too, I can tell through the small opening of the door.
And surprisingly there's no foul odor coming out from it. This one seems to not contain dead bodies.
Did Jack deliberately leave it open? I am a bit skeptical about going in because this looks like a trap to me.
But when Kristen's face flashes through my mind once more, I harden my heart to go into the room.
I am pushing the door open when a shudder runs through my body.
Kristen is on the floor and it seems like she's knocked out cold because her eyes are closed. And her clothes are torn.
She's been tortured severely and I feel like slamming my fist into the wall. To think she's been through a whole lot by herself.
I feel so weak at this point that I can't even think straight.
Thinking about the amount of pain and suffering she's been through almost sends me to the floor.
It's obvious she's cried a lot. The redness on her puriel skin, the torn in her lip, even her eyes are puffy and black.
My hands are itching to tear the limbs of a person's body, and it's Jack.
The anger coursing through my veins is a different kind, something I haven't felt before.
To think the woman who matters the most to me, was taken fifteen feet down and tortured for two days.
"Show yourself, Jack, I know you're in here!" I roar, upon sensing someone's presence behind me.
He must be a coward to think he can get me like this. Putting Kristen's body on the floor and hiding in someone's corner is just stupid and weak on his part.
"Show your fucking self," I bellow at the top of my lungs.
His wolf lunges at me from behind and tries to bite me.
I struggle until I finally push him off me.
And then his wolf growls at me with bared fangs.
To think he's the one who has made Kristen go through so much torture. And the two hundred women he has traumatized.
I shift and our wolves get into a very brutal fight.
Thinking about all the pains he's put Kristen through triggers a madness in me, that the fight doesn't even last for five seconds until my wolf bites him so hard.
"Alpha Calhoun!" I overhear Bruce's voice and the sound of running feet.
He's coming this way, and he just screamed my name because he thinks I am the one who got bitten when it's Jack.
My bites Bruce's wolf even harder, drilling his fangs into the stomach of his wolf. Until he shifts and cries out like a banshee in the dead of the night.
Still, his stomach is still caught in between the fangs of my wolf.
I shift and pin him to the floor because this would not be like the last time I let him escape.
"Alpha Calhoun!" Bruce is here and he's flashing his torchlight in my face.
It took over three hours to free the women from Jack's underground prison since there's two hundred and six of them, and the rusty lift couldn't contain more than ten people at once.
Jack is currently half dead because of the beatings he received from my men. They chained him and put him in one of his cages, along with his companion, Clegnor.
My heart bleeds when I return my eyes to Kristen. She's still unconscious and I am taking her to the hospital.
I don't want to think Jack gave her heavy narcotics to knock her out because she hasn't even stirred or twitched an eyebrow. Thankfully she's still breathing.
It's over with Jack at last. I could have killed him when I had the chance, but I wanted his death to be slow and painful, so I let him stay alive. Tearing his limbs off his body would've been a quick death, he cannot die too easily, after all the torturous things he did to women, plus the ones that he killed and stored in that room to rot
and smell.
All the women he kidnapped are being taken to their homes to meet with their families whom they have been separated from for days, weeks, months, and even years.
Just as I vowed, Kristen was the last person whom he kidnapped. And it led to the freedom of other women whom he had confined in that creepy underground prison for days, weeks, months, and even years. "Bruce?" I call the attention of my Beta, throwing a quick glance at him before returning my attention to the road since I am the one
driving.
"Yes?" I can feel his gaze on me.
"I need you to drive, I want to stay in the back seat with Kristen," I tell him, after staring at Kristen's unconscious frame through the
rearview mirror.
"Sure," Bruce agrees and I step on the brakes to stop the car.
I move to the backseat of the car, remove my hoodie, and put it over Kristen's upper body because her dress is torn and her bra is sticking
out.
After doing this, I gather her in my arms and wait until Bruce continues driving.