No Mercy: Greedy Alpha Don't Deserve to Live!

“How dare you speak to the alpha that way?” one of the guards bellowed at me.

He was about to strike but Balthar intevened. “Hold it!”

"Elmyra," he said, his voice attempting a note of reason, "you really need to work on your emotions. I’ll ignore what you had just said and let your disrespect pass this time. Just apologize to Nayra and I’ll give you whatever you want. You want me to celebrate your son’s birthday? Fine, we can make a schedule for one day for that."

I balled my hands into fists. The fact that he used Balto to win over felt like an ulitmate insult to my pride, as a wolf, as a woman, as an omega.

I came to realize that my decision to stay mostly at home could at least safe his face from the gossiping mouths, that Balthar was having an affair with my sister.

Then I remembered, that man, he often brought Nayra into his important events, showcasing his own achievement in having unfaithful relationship with her current legal Luna of the pack.

Lastly, the fact that my son had already dead doubled the anger that already settled in my heart.

I hated Balthar.

I despised him.

I had enough of him!

"That’s kind of too late, don’t you think?” I replied. “You need not to do anything. We’re done, Balthar. I’m leaving this hellhole, just as you’ve always wanted. Enjoy your new life with Nayra." I turned to grab my my belongings and walked towards the road.

The carriage that I had ordered was already there with its driver sticking out his head looking over my direction seemingly worried.

“You’ll effectively be exiled if you stepped out of Night Howl territory, Elmyra!” Balthar shouted from afar. It seemed my departure was beyond Balthar’s comprehension. His sneer betrayed his disbelief.

“That’s great! I’ll make sure I’ll step out of this spiteful territory then!” I replied after I asked the driver to open the door to load my luggage first.

"Elmyra, you need to stop acting childish and causing troubles to our Alpha!” Nayra interjected.

I’d given her what she wanted, to live freely with Balthar, why she protested?

Ah, whatever.

I ignored her and closed the luggage trunk. Just before I was about to step into the passanger seat, Nayra shouted.

“If Balto were really dying, then why are you leaving then? Aren’t you deceiving the alpha this way?"

“Shut your fucking mouth, Nayra! You’ve gotten what you wanted!” I glared at her, my hands gripping to the carriage door. “You have no right to speak of my son."

Nayra’s face fell, hurt masking her satisfaction. "Alright, I won’t mention him again. Don’t be mad at me, Elmyra."

I rolled my eyes.

I could see Balthar’s irritation was palpable as he witnessed my hostility towards Nayra. Yet I continued to get into the carriage.

Then, in that moment, I could hear Balthar’s voice in my mind link. I hissed. Why didn’t he just exile me already?!

"Yuriel!" Balthar called out too his Beta, his voice commanding, "find out where my son is. Bring him to me."

“Alpha Balthar…” through the telepathic link, Yuriel's voice was hesitant and cautious, "Sir Balto had passed away days ago. It happened during the night of you leaving for the the glowing apple festival in the Mapple Baum Pack."