Chapter 123: Torture and pain

Chapter 123: Torture and pain

Brian’s POV

I woke up to absolute darkness and a dull pain. My body ached, every muscle heavy 

and spamming in uncontrolled pain. but I gritted my teeth. The pain was familiar to me. It was nothing I had not handled. The first thing I noticed was that my wolf was quiet. For a moment, I thought I was dead. 

But I was supposed to feel no pain. The afterlife was a place of no pain or suffering …unless I was in hell. Perhaps I had finally succumbed to my sins and found myself in hell, a fitting punishment for the hundreds of lives I had failed to protect, for the people I had betrayed and led to their death. for my pack that is now in shambles.

But then I heard it.

The sound of children crying. Faint, but enough to pierce through the suffocating silence. Fear and terror laced their cries, twisting something deep inside me. I clenched my fists, though the movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through my wrists. The chains rattled, confirming I wasn’t dead. Not yet. I willed the screaming to go away. I know all of it was in my head, like a demon, torturing me.

A cold chill crept down my spine. My years of honing my battle instincts kicked in. Wherever I was, I wasn’t alone.

“Show yourself,” I growled, my voice hoarse but filled with defiance. “Who are you? What do you want?”

But nothing. No one answered me. I was met with silence, stretching out endlessly, wrapping around me like a second skin.

And then, with an audible click, the lights came on.

The sudden brightness burned my eyes, and I squinted against the blinding glare. As my vision adjusted, the room came into focus, a grim, windowless chamber with cold stone walls. Chains hung from the ceiling, and the air reeked of blood and despair.

But it wasn’t the room that stole my breath.

It was him.

The figure stood at the far end of the room, leaning casually against the wall as if this were all some kind of twisted game. He wore a black suit, immaculate and unbothered by the filth surrounding him. His face was sharp, handsome even, but his eyes… They were the eyes of a monster.

I had known those eyes for years.

“You,” I spat, the word dripping with venom.

He laughed, a cold, cruel sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Ah, Brian, good lol brother” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “So good to see you awake. I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t make it.”

“Brother” I spat, fighting hard to keep the terror from showing. I knew who he was. I knew what he was capable of. Bad and distant memories began to surface.

“What do you want?” I demanded, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me. “Why didn’t you kill me? Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”

He tilted his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Kill you? Oh, no, Brian. Killing you would be far too easy. Where’s the fun in that?”

He took a step closer, his polished shoes clicking against the floor.

“No,” he continued, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “I want you to suffer. I want you to feel the weight of your failures, to see the consequences of your weakness and what it has brought you”.

I clenched my jaw, refusing to let him see the fear in my eyes. “If you think you can break me, you’re wasting your time.”

His smile widened. “Oh, I don’t need to break you, Brian. You’ve already done that to yourself. What more can happen to an already insane Alpha like you…, an Alpha without a pack.

I pulled against the chains, rage bubbling up inside me. “If you’re going to kill me, then do it. Stop playing your sick games, psycho.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Kill you? Not yet. You see, I need you alive, for now. There’s someone I’m expecting, someone I know will come for you. Your bride, Brian.”

My blood ran cold.

“Cara,” I whispered, the name slipping from my lips before I could stop it.

He nodded, his smile turning into something more sinister. “Yes, Cara. She’ll come for you, of course. She’ll deliver herself to me, just like I know she will. And when she does…” He let the words hang in the air, his meaning clear.

Rage and despair warred within me. “You leave her out of this,” I growled.

He ignored me, his expression turning almost gleeful. “But until then, Brian, we have plenty of time to get reacquainted.”

Before I could respond, he moved faster than I could follow, crossing the room in an instant. His hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off my air.

“Let’s see how much you can endure, good old brother.” he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.

The next moment was pure agony.

Pain exploded across my body as he struck me with precision, each blow calculated to cause maximum suffering. He didn’t just rely on brute force. He knew exactly where to hit, how to make every strike count.

“You’ve always thought you were strong, haven’t you?” he sneered, his voice barely audible over my own gasps of pain. “The mighty Alpha. Protector of the weak. What a joke.”

I gritted my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream. But the pain was relentless, unyielding.

“Do you hear them, Brian?” he asked suddenly, stepping back.

I didn’t answer, my head hanging as I struggled to catch my breath.

“The children,” he continued, his voice taunting. “Their cries, their terror… That’s your doing. You failed them. You failed everyone. You dont deserve forgiveness. Those people gave you their loyalty, and in return, you condemned them.”

His words cut deeper than any physical blow. The memories of my pack, my family, the children…

“It was you. You staged the attack? And infiltrated the council?.” I stated the obvious. 

“Open your sad gloomy eyes, Brian, the rogue king,” he taunted, “the almighty rogue king is down beneath my foot”

“I will kill you” I rapsed, my voice barely above a whisper, “I swear I will kill you”.

He laughed again, “I can't wait for you to try Brian, but first of all, you will have to be free before you think of doing that. but for now, let's buckle our seat belt and wait for our guest of honor to run all the way here”

“I swear if you hurt her…” My words came out in chokes as I felt my air supply being crushed from his firm grip.

“You will watch as I take everything away from your so, bride to be. After that, she will be my bride, the bride of the most powerful king. I will defile your so-called mate here in this very cell,” he paused. “That will be the most perfect goodbye gift”.

His words filled me with rage I have not felt since years ago, but I was powerless to do anything. I tried putting in a little struggle, but the wolfbane chains dug into my skin with each effort. 

“Now where were we?” his lips curled into a sadistic smile as he flipped the whip. I let let out a painful scream. My voice of pain echoed throughout the chamber. The pain was unbearable, and my mind d was already getting tired of the constant torture. With my last strength, I left a message to Cara before I fell unconscious.

“Cara please, don't come” I projected through the mating bond, hoping she would get the message.