CHAPTER 48: RAFE’S WAY OF REVENGE

Rafe’s POV

Once Jason and Lucian left the home to deal with the mess they had created previous night, it was finally my turn for the real fun I had saved from the last night.

Real fun?

Oh yes. The kind of fun that involves two rotting sacks of shit—Luis’s dear friends—the ones who sold Eira to traffickers like she was just another piece of meat.

That day, Luis listed the names of seven bastards who had tormented her in prison. I killed five last night, quick and clean. But these two? No, these two were special. They deserved something memorable before they died.

One of them was as old and crusty as Luis. The other? About to enter a nice, long midlife crisis... if he even made it out of this forest alive.

I reached the place deep within the forest, a perfect circular patch of grassy land surrounded by thick woods. Except for one side that ended in a jagged cliff overlooking the raging sea below.

My favorite place to be alone, to rest. I often leapt off that cliff into the violent waters, letting the sea drag me under until I couldn’t breathe, until my mind quieted enough to crawl back out.

But today wasn’t for peace.

In the center of that circular place, two figures were tied to two chairs. Both of them were locked at every joint in their body so it was impossible to move—except for moving their heads a little and running their mouths to speak, and later, scream.

"Why are you doing this to us, Alpha Rafe?" one of them whimpered, his voice cracking as he tried to struggle against the restraints.

"I don’t remember ever offending you," the other one blurted, voice trembling. "Please, tell us what we did—we’ll make up for it in every way possible."

I let out a breathless chuckle, stepping into their view with deliberate calm. My smile was pleasant, but my eyes were purely wicked.

"That’s exactly why I brought you here," I tilting my head with mock sympathy. "So you can make up for your sins in every way possible."

"But what did we even do?" the older one asked, desperate confusion splashed all over his face.

"Finally, a decent question from those rotting brains." I took slow, measured steps toward them, letting my boots crush the grass beneath me as I met their terrified gazes. "Remember the prisoner from Six years back. A young girl you drugged and fucked without a mercy and even dared sold her to the traffickers like she was livestock."

Of course they remembered. It’s not every day rats gets to fuck a bitch in prison and even sell her.

"Alpha, that bitch?" one of them dared to say. "She betrayed the pack. We were just punishing a traitor for what she did."

I laughed—cold, sharp, unamused. I crouched in front of him, close enough for him to see death in my eyes.

"And who the fuck gave you that right?" My voice dropped, jaw clenched, my cold gaze piercing into his scared ones. "Who do you think you are? A pair of lowly wolves with shit for brains, worse than even stray dogs. You dare take things into your hands? Did you think your Alphas were dead already?"

"No, Alpha," the other one stammered, panicking. "Luis told us that Alpha Kael left it to him to punish her, and he didn’t want to see her. We did it to avenge Alpha Kael as well."

"Avenge?" I snorted, slowly standing up, looming over him like a shadow. "Do you really think Kael needs bottom-feeding trash like you to avenge him? You’re not even worth being crushed under his fucking boots."

For once, they had nothing to say. Because they knew exactly the crime they had committed.

"Everyone who ever touched her, or even watched her getting fucked, have already kissed their lives goodbye. Only you two are left." My voice dropped in deadly whisper, "Don’t worry, soon enough, you’ll be keeping them company in hell."

"Alpha, please—have mercy," one of them whimpered. "We didn’t know any better. We made a mistake, just a mistake—"

I let out a low, wicked chuckle that echoed through the trees.

"A mistake, huh?" I tilted my head slowly, eyes glinting with mockery. "You want to know the worst mistake you made?"

Both of them looked at me, trembling, desperate to grasp at any thread of hope.

"What is it, Alpha? Tell us—we swear, we’ll fix it. We’ll do anything."

"There are millions of women in this world you could’ve fucked," I said, voice darkening with every word, "but out of all, you two had to lay your filthy hands on her?"

Their faces paled.

My gaze darkening this time, with red in them, "You two were bound to die the worst death ever the moment you laid eyes on her." I tilted my head a little as I observed their fearful eyes, "Eyes? Hmm..." I smirked playfully, "Won’t be there anymore."

"Alpha, please," one of them pleaded again. "We didn’t know... we didn’t know she meant anything to you—please forgive us!"

"Forgive?" I raised a brow, amused. "Look at that. So you do know how to beg." I crouched in front of them, my face inches from theirs. My voice turned colder. "She must’ve begged too, didn’t she? Screamed. Cried. But did you listen to her?"

They said nothing. Their silence was confession enough.

"She must have been in pain. Trembling. Pleading. And what did you do?" I growled through my gritted teeth as imagined how she must have suffered. "You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Her pain was your fun."

Silence fell over. Even the wind had stopped, like the forest itself was waiting.

Then, one of them tried again, voice shaking. "Please....forgive us Alpha..."

I laughed.

Dark. Hollow. Dangerous.

"Forget and forgive—those words fucking don’t exist for me." I stood up, stretching slowly as a cruel smile tugged at my lips. "You enjoyed her screams. Now it’s my turn to enjoy yours."

Their expressions crumpled in horror as I turned to the large black bag I’d carried with me. I unzipped it slowly, deliberately, as if unwrapping a present.

I pulled out a few devices and started to fix them onto both chairs.

One of them whimpered. "Alpha, please... what are you doing?"

"Shhh," I cooed mockingly, holding a small drill spun to life at its tip, whirring with deadly promise. "Say one more word, and I’ll shove this straight up your asses."

Both of them, almost on the verge of crying, shut their mouths.

One by one, I began fastening the drill devices to the chairs, custom-fitted attachments designed for pain and precision. Three per chair.

One aimed directly at the center of the chest. The other two locked in front of their knees."

Once done, I stood up and stepped back. I let out an approving hmm and offered them a perfect smile on my handsome face.

"We are good to go. Ah! but before that, let me explain what’s going to happen with you."

I could see their bodies trembling, tears already forming in their eyes, ready to cry and beg again.