Chapter 3 Three

Oberon's pov

I would have fumed over the fact that the Moon goddess bestowed upon me, a wolf less weakling for a mate, but my thoughts were churned with satisfaction as I strode towards the office, my Beta, Yamal behind me.

A smirk curled on my lips. I'd finally done it- toppled the royal house of the purplemoon bloodline. The memory of the former King's last moments from a few hours ago played vividly in my mind; the fear in his eyes, the anguish of a man who knew he'd lost everything.

I had savored every second of it. His throne, the lands, the people, the power- it was all mine now. Rightfully.

"Let's get this over with." I grumbled as we entered the grand office. I had a beautiful silver haired who already missed my prescence. The smell of her arousal had been so intoxicating, it triggered me and all I could think of was her- I wanted her pinned underneath me again, helpless and writhing, clawing at me again.

She will serve me well tonight, but after that, I had no use of her again. I planned on wiping the purplemoon bloodline clean from the world, and that's what I intend on doing. Mate or not.

The room fell silent the moment I took my seat at the head of the table. I snickered at them. The former King's elders, once so proud and defiant, knelt before me now, their heads bowed, their bodies trembling.

During the ambush earlier, they had all stowed away in their secret tunnel, hoping to escape and leave the pack behind, but I knew every inch, every nook and cranny of this place like the back of my hand. No one could escape me.

Yamal stepped forward, handing me a sleek, black handgun. I took it casually, before their horrified gaze, inspecting it before aiming it for the first Elder, whose eyes were wide with horror.

"I have no interest in soiling my hands with your blood", I said, my voice cold and sharp, my despise for them clearly ringing in the room. "But make no mistake, your lives are already forfeit. From the moment you betrayed my father."

"We didn't have a choice then," his lips wobbled and I narrowed my eyes coldly. "You have to understand. Back then..."

"You watched him. He r*ped my mother repeatedly- after making her watch him castrate my father and kill him. You watched your King get killed by an Impostor just because he was had the purplemoon blood."

Every single on of them fell to their faces again before rising on their knees, hands clenched with tears and snort running down their faces as they pleaded for their lives.

I loaded the gun and placed my finger around the trigger, aiming it for the first Elder.

The Elders were the second gods the people saw after the Moon goddess. It was a big deal to shed their blood- forbidden even. But not to me. Not when I knew these Elders were frauds.

"I was 5. And I watched as he did it to my mother repeatedly. Repeatedly- again and again" I almost lost my gripping on the gun for a second as the image flashed in my mind, followed by the echoing sounds of my mother's scream.. the sickening slicing of claws In the air as my little sisters were ridden of their heads, before joining my father's corpse on the ground. "But of course, you would all know. You were there. Reliving every moment."

"Your Grace..."

I fired at him, and we all watched as his body reeled backwards, falling with a thud to the ground.

The next one I aimed at, his face lined with silver scars across his neck lifted his head, meeting my gaze squarely. "You've made a grave mistake, Oberon," he growled, his voice filled with venom.

My smile widened, my head tiled to the side, Intrugued by the audacity. "Have I now?"

"You don't understand the heritage you've destroyed," he continued. "The purplemoon bloodline are not just a mark of royalty, they're a bond. Their existence is a literal covenant ordained by the witches' ancestors. It's their bloodline that ensured peace between witches and wolves for generations. With them all gone now- it signifies the treaty has been willingly broken. And the witches will come for us. For you."

For a moment, my smirk faltered- for only a fraction of a second, but I quickly masked it, my eyes narrowing into slits, as I aimed my gun to his head again. "You speak as if I should fear them."

He sneered, and my smile dropped into a dark frown. I wanted to tear his mouth off his face before killing him. "You should. The witches won't rest when they learn the royal bloodline has been wiped out because you can't handle the fact that your father never meant to rule in the first place. He was a coward and should have just stepped down when he had the chance. And when the time comes, you'll regret... "

I fired straight for his mouth, before firing at his head, startling the other Elders who plunged into another round of begging for mercy while splattered with his blood.

A faint flicker of frustration bloomed in my chest as I turned towards Yamal who stood with his usual stoic posture and expression. But the moment our eyes met, the tension in them was telling - mirroring the unease I felt.

Finally I turned to the Elders, sneering upon seeing their faces morphed in fear as they begged for their lives. "Please Your Grace, please spare us. We'll serve you better- we'll serve you wholeheartedly, you need us.."

One by one, I fired at them, their defiance replaced with fear in their final moments. When the last body hit the ground, Yamal approached me, taking back the gun I held out for him.

As he wiped the weapon clean, his movements were precise but he turned to me as he asked, "What are we going to do about the witches? We already have the Ruminants to deal with. We can't afford another war.”

My jaw tightened, my frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The witches were a far cry from what the Ruminants were capable off- those ancient bloodthirsty creatures were a threat to the werewolves’ existence.

The witches were a different kind of danger, but I want their alliance to fight the Ruminants. Not to have to fight them too.

A certain silver haired came to mind and I gritted my teeth with a bitter sneer.

"I have a a plan," My voice was calm but resolute. "Call in our elders and have them take over the reigns here. Tell them to reach out to the witches."

Yamal frowned. "For what purpose?"

I got up casually, stepping on the dead bodies as I headed for the entrance. "To inform them of my upcoming marriage," I turned to him, a cruel smirk spread across my face.

Yamal's eyes widened as it dawned on him. "You're going to marry her?"

"Yes. Whether I like it or not, we need to solidify a bond that will keep the witches at bay, at least for now. We want their alliance not their distrust. Once we've dealt with the Ruminants and I've had a few heirs from her, she'll not longer be needed."

Yamal spinned the gun in his hand before settling it in his holster. "She won't agree to this. You did kill her family." He was smiling.

"She won't have a choice." I smirked, admonition in my eyes as I remembered her teeth sinking with venom into my wrists.

With that, I turned on my heel and left the office, heading towards the room where she's been locked up.

However, the moment I stopped Infront of the door, my brows knotted into a frown. Something was wrong.

I pushed open the door, my eyes scanning the room the moment I stormed inside.

The window was wide open, the curtains fluttering in the wind.

She was gone.