The Alpha’s Dark Revenge

Jonas’ POV

I stared appreciatively at the large portrait of myself that had been presented to me by a group of alphas on the moon festival. I would have liked it bigger than it was, but I kept it because it was a sign of respect from those packs. A smirk fleeted onto my lips. It’s not like they had had a choice anyway. I would have any pack which didn’t present a gift to myself or my daughter eliminated. The consequences of attempting to cross me were too dire.

Glancing at the portrait one last time, I settled down into my chair. All my years of hard work had definitely paid off. I was basically untouchable. To crown it all, another achievement had come in the form of my daughter. I was sure there wasn’t any father who was prouder of his child. Every time I watched her train, or emerge as the winner in combat, especially with male werewolves, I blessed the Moon Goddess for giving her to me. She was vicious, ruthless and powerful; everything I had ever wanted in a child. There were quite a few things she needed to learn of course, and I would handle them when it was time.

All of a sudden, I heard someone shriek. I frowned. They knew I hated unnecessary noise in the house unless they were training or brawling. Listening more closely, I could hear Barbara yelling at someone.

Sighing, I mindlinked her to come see me. Almost immediately she was in the living room, a servant trailing behind her.

“Daddy,” She pouted, clinging to my shirt. “I hate it here.”

My ears pricked. Did anyone do something to her? Making her face me, I asked, “Did someone hurt you? Or say something to you?”

She shook her head.

“You sure?” I would only be too happy to execute anyone who try to harm my baby girl. “What is it then?”

She sighed. “They are stressing me out so fucking much. This morning, that Liyah girl had the guts to keep me waiting. And she knows how important my morning routine is for me. When I see her I’m going to snap her neck.”

I beamed at her words. She’s just like her father.

I had already begun to feel irritated at the mention of that girl’s name. Quickly my irritation turned to anger. She had one job, just one job. Was it so difficult to carry out?

“Where is she?” I growled.

“I don’t know,” She replied still pouting.

“Get another servant to attend to you,” I pleaded. Liyah wasn’t worth all this fuss. The punishment I would mete out to her would make her regret ever stressing my daughter out.

As Barbara exited the living room, a woman dressed in servant’s garb walked in bowing a little. I wondered who would have the guts to come in here and stand before me without my summon.

“G-good day, s-sir,” She stammered, bowing again. I could hear the tremor in her voice. Good. It cooled my anger, that was what I desired; the fear that oozed out of them while they were in my presence.

“What business do you have here?” I barked at her, watching her grip onto her dress. When she finally looked up, I finally recognised her as the Nanny. A frown fleeted to my face. She was a merewoman. Disgusting groups of werewolves that brought shame onto their family by never being able to transform, although they were birthed by purebreeds. I glared at her, she was nothing more than a human with werewolf parents, and I would have killed her off by now but she was hired by my mate years ago and I respected my mate by keeping the nanny she had hired.

“Well, I, it’s just that-”

“Get to the damn point!” I was losing my patience already.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

She nodded. “It’s about Liyah. She has been missing since the night of the moon festival, and I am worried that something might have happened to her. I had her in sight the night of the festival but then she had gone outside to get some fresh air and I didn’t see her again. Maybe if we could send a search party…” She looked up at me hopefully.

I watched her closely to see if she was actually being serious. When I saw hope dawn on her face, I roared with laughter. I laughed so much that tears threatened to spill out of my eyes.

“A search party? This woman, I should hire you as my personal jester.”

The look of mixed surprise and confusion that flashed across her face only made me laugh harder.

“Get back to work, Maria, or I swear by the Goddess you won’t live to see the dawn of another day.” I commanded. Bowing shortly, she hobbled out of the living room, and I could hear her try to muffle the sobs that had began to escape her. Foolish woman. I decided that if she ever came to me about something as stupid as this, I would through her out for the wolves to feed on her. I wondered what she had been expecting from me.

I let out another loud laugh. A search party. Liyah could be gone for months and I wouldn’t even notice. She was such an insignificant part of this household and the only reason why I hesitated each time I wanted to execute her was to honor the memory of her mother, my mate. Liyah was nothing but a curse, to myself, her mother, and everyone around her. To crown up the shame, she was a merewoman as well. And I would rather die than acknowledge that she was anything other than a mistake.

I laughed again. I just hoped she was gone for good. If the goddess permitted she would be probably be dead somewhere, or already devoured by wolves. Good riddance. Shaking my head once more, I exited the living room and began my morning skim through the training grounds.