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wanted to be the first to tell you the unfortunate news,” I said.
“That you’re the new Alpha. Yeah, I figured, and it’s most unfortunate,” he shot back.
I smirked. “I must say, I did enjoy eating your wife’s heart.”
He leaped up from the bench and rushed the bars, but when his flesh touched the silver, it sizzled and he snatched his hands away. “Ahhh,” he groused.
I laughed. “Idiot.”
He looked up at me, growling. “You will get yours one day, Deacon.”
“That day came and went already. I survive it.”
He snorted. “Oh yeah, what day was that?”
“The day you took my innocence away from me. The day you killed my parents, but not before raping my mother.”
Graham gave me a smile that was filthy and wicked. “Oooh, I remember that day. Oh, your mother’s pussy was so tight, soooo sweet. Her breasts were plump too, and I especially loved seeing them covered in my cum.”
This time, it was me who had to keep my temper in check and not let him know how much his words hurt me. I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yeah, well… like I said, I survived that day. But you, you won’t survive tonight. We have the evidence we need to pass Judgement on you.”
“What evidence? I didn’t kill Royce, you motherfucker.”
“Yes, you did, you or Julie, because the poison was found in your bedroom. By your daughter.”
Graham growled again, but this time when he rushed the bars, he didn’t grab them. “You leave my daughter alone!”
“She’s dead, but don’t worry, you’ll be joining her soon,” I said, then walked away. The look of pure shock on his face was enough to satisfy my darkest desire to see him suffer. Before I left the basement, I could hear him screaming in a mixture of agony and rage. Good.
~*~
The entire pack was there for this one, and the backyard was packed. Graham was in chains, but he was a broken man at the moment, seeing the body of his wife and child placed on top of a funeral pyre. I gave the command and Elliot lit the logs, setting the pyre aflame. That was the only mercy I was giving to Graham, that he was allowed to say goodbye before I sent him to join them.
“I have gathered you all here tonight, because we must pass Judgement on Graham Willington, Beta Capo of the pack, for his treachery. He is responsible for the death of Royce MacGregor, Beta Capo, and by association, his own daughter, April Willington. He poisoned Royce to protect his wife Julie from a certain death, because he knew Royce was going to challenge her authority. He knew she wouldn’t stand a chance and by killing Royce, he hoped to kill any threats to his Julie and her rank,” I said.
Graham stared at me, but he knew nothing he could say would matter.
“We found the evidence and his scent was on it. Witnesses, do you concur?”
All of the wolves who had scented the vial confirmed it, which was sixteen wolves, and it was enough to satisfy the rest of the pack. They were looking at Graham now, ready to tear him limb from limb.
“Graham, do you have anything you want to say?” I asked.
“Go fuck yourself,” he said.
I looked at my wives, who were still comforting Agnes. “Agnes, do you have anything you want to say to him?”
“I hope you burn in hell!” she yelled.
“Judgement is death.” With that, the pack tore into Graham, slashing at him, ripping his body parts off in a gory mess. I took my pleasure in watching him scream as he was being dismembered and disemboweled. As promised, Agnes gave the final death blow, ripping his heart from his chest when all that was left of him was a mangled torso. We threw his body on the fire on top of his family and I took more pleasure in watching him burn.
“There will be no celebration tonight, for this is a time for mourning,” I said to my pack. Ahhh, yes, my pack. “Go home and rest, tomorrow is a new day.”
My new home suited me just fine. I would have to do some redecorating, but most of that would be left up to my wives, as that was their thing. Barret stayed, but everyone else was gone, making room for my sons, their family, and Elliot and my own family. It was a huge mansion, but we’d be filling it up soon. I did love the fact that my bedroom