Chapter 17 : Troubled thoughts
Chapter 17: Troubled thoughts
Damon’s POV
The sound of the trained warrior undergoing vigorous and harsh training echoed around me.
I was in the combat room of my pack. Filled with warriors and wolves training and sparring with each other. The smell of bodily fluids and sweat hung heavily in the air.
On a normal day, me coming to the training ground would have calmed my agitated wolf, but today, no matter what I did, dax didn't seem to calm down. If anything, his agitation increased.
My skin tingled with the joy of swinging a sword. heavy sweat dripped down my bare skin as I lost myself to the thrilling and freeing feeling of combat.
shouts of war cry of over 20 warriors reverberated around the walls, as they rushed at me. Fearless and with murder in their eyes, that could paralyze even the most fearless Warriors with fear.
But to me, in my chaotic state, It felt like a walk in the park. Sounds of bones dislocating and jaws breaking sounded like music to my ears. Able Warriors stumbled. Some beings were disarmed so fast that they did not even know what hit them. One by one, they all fell at my feet, grunting and rolling in pain, as my fury burned through every blow that connected.
But instead of soothing my anger, it became even worse.
Nothing satisfies it.
Not the painful wails of the warriors on the ground, not even the tremble of fear evident in the surrounding warriors' eyes as they beheld the carnage that was their king.
Dax, my wolf, was clawing to be left free. Not after I managed to wrestle control from him before he went overboard.
“Anybody else?…” my voice boomed like thunder. It was not a request nor a question. No, it was a dare and a challenge to their honor and pride as a warrior.
I scoffed as they had no choice but to back down. “Weak…”
I commander Josh, the head of the Mafia knife unit accept this privilege to spar with the king.”
Commander Josh was one of my strongest commanders, easily the third strongest after my beta and commander Elliot, Catherine's father.
“At least a worthy opponent” I muttered before raising my sword, bringing it down like thunder. With every stroke that became even more fast and powerful. Commander Josh immediately went on the defensive, blocking and deflecting all my strikes, the only one able to have lasted a few seconds with me.
But that was not enough.
“Again,” I barked in frustration, swinging to the left at commander josh who reacted just a little slowly, the sound of steel clashing to the ground echoed through the room, catching everyone's attention.
Commander Josh had a twinkle in his eyes as he stared at the sword just beneath his throat. Everything had happened so fast that the battle ended even before I began to enjoy it.
“I lose this round, my king” he bowed respectfully, before stepping back.
My body sings for a fight, like a war God craving for action, but no matter who it was, no one dared to come out again.
I flung the wooden training sword across the field. It shattered against the wall, the sound echoing like thunder.
“Clear the field,” I growled,
The gathered warriors scattered like mice. Some limped, and others held their ribs. I didn’t care.
Because I was battling with dax on not to storm my way to my bedroom and ravage the traitor that was spread naked on my bed like a crazed animal.
It's been a few hours since I left him, or I would say, managed to leave the room, and after that, I have been fighting with dax who kept on growling and grunting in my head.
A few hours since my image was tarnished in front of my whole court. Mere thinking of what people would say made me want to punch a wall. Or rather punch a face that I Soo much despite now.
The traitor.
I stormed toward the hall, back in my office.
I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, heaving. My jaw clenched so hard until it ached. My knuckles were bloodied and bruised from angrily punching through a wall on my way here.Yet it did nothing to calm the storm inside me.
His face continued to flash in my mind like a shadow.
Those wide, trembling violet eyes. His cracked purple lips that begged and pleaded for mercy as I spanked his ass with anger.
I could still feel the way it had felt in my palms, the way his hole clenched unconsciously as every strike connected. and it took all my control to force dax not to pinned him and fuck the living daylights out of him, even though what my body and wolf wanted right now was to do some nasty evil things to him.
But I wouldn't forget easily how he had betrayed me. And right then, heaven helped me. He would not have been able to walk if I had allowed dax to do what he wanted.
“He is our mate” dax growled inside me,
“Shut up,” I screamed, momentarily forgetting that I was talking to Dax in my head. “He made his choice. Let him rot in those chains.”
I was slowly losing my mind. My King and Alpha side wanted to punish him in all painful ways possible for making me a laughing stock in front of my subjects, then even proceed to burn his whole pack and all family members. But another twisted hidden side of me, the dax unstable ideology, wants to listen and believe him.
I felt like I was being torn into two.
I moved toward my desk, pouring myself a glass of bourbon, before preparing to drown all my confusion in the heaps of paperwork, but before I could even begin, the door burst open.
“My king,” James, my right hand man, and beta bowed respectfully, his face pale with urgency. “We’ve caught him.”
I blinked. “Who?”
“Derin Valgrave. The informant. The one who’s been moving and spreading valuable intel to your enemies in the East. We caught him just outside the old border checkpoint.”
Dax surged inside me.
Finally, something worthwhile to take my mind off everything.
“Where is he now?” I asked, my voice low.
“We locked him up in the underground dungeon. We thought you’d want to… handle him yourself.”
A small smile tugged at my lips, cold, sharp, and wicked.
“You thought right.”
I didn’t wait for any unnecessary talks, I left the office, my strides long and deadly as if I couldn't wait to get started. My cloak trailed behind me like smoke. My claws itched for action to taste some blood, as if it would pacify it.
I paid no attention to the guards stationed at the entrance to the dungeon. Immediately I crossed the entrance, the screams of pain and curses rained down on me as I passed cells upon cells filled with occupants. But to my ears, it sounded like a sweet melody compared to the roar in my head.
This was the distraction I needed. A purpose I could finally bury the betrayal in.
As I descended the stone steps further into the underground, the air grew colder, damper. And definitely more depressing. The scent of blood and rust clung to the walls. But it calmed me more than the training field ever could.
I saw him.
Bound to an iron chair and tied with a wolfbane laced chains,
Derin Valgrave.
The man who had orchestrated raids stirred uprisings, spreading false accusations and blasphemy against my name.
Immediately he saw me, his struggles increased with fervor, his eyes almost bulging out in fear as the chains dug deeper into his skin.
“Yeah better get the fucking scared Derin” I gave him an evil smile. Turning to the surrounding guards, “ leave us”
Without hesitation, they melted into the shadows.
As the iron door slammed shut behind them, I stepped into the flickering torchlight and looked into my most wanted enemy’s horror filled eyes.
“You are a devil” he spat at me, but I wasn’t angered, instead I slowly stood, going to the nearby tables that held a lot of my shiny sweet little babies, that speaks better than mouth.
I picked a sizable sharp dagger, enjoying how cool to touch the touch.
“I wish you can be able to talk, spite, and insult me when we are done, Derin Valgrave”
Not long after, a new type of heartshattering screams joined the others, plunging the dungeon in everlasting screams of pain and suffering befitting a dungeon.