The Rejected Luna’s Prince By Aurora Archer
Chapter 47 – Indebted To No One
(Caspien)
I looked toward Griffen who had the woman in a tight hold, the knife against her throat, she was shaking her head and it only brought blood pooling against the knife.
“Please, John, please,” She muttered.
“Shut up,” He growled at her, his anger rising to the surface, cracking his cool mask.
The men formed a ring around us and John met my stare, a full smile on his face.
“The Alpha Prince, pity you had to die at my hands, but I can’t say I won’t love adding you to my roster,”
“Kill her,” I said to Griffen.
“Stop,” He shouted, he seemed surprised at himself.
“So she does mean something,” I turned to the woman who was looking decades younger now, “Who are you to him?” I tilted my head towards the a*s*sa*s*sin. Her lips met in a defiant line, I shrugged, turning back.
I knew too well not to drag these things out. A bit of surprise did wonders honestly.
“Kill her,” I repeated.
Do it
A shriek was cut off by choking, the soft gurgling of blood.
The a*s*sa*s*sin’s eyes went wide, he clutched his heart and wobbled, reaching out for something, anything.
“Your mate?” I asked.
Guilt started to flicker through me but then I remembered he would be meeting her in the afterlife. His pained face confirmed my suspicions.
I closed the space between us, “Challenge me as a man, wolf to wolf, or you can die right here.” His face contorted holding nothing but rage.
“Kill him,” he whispered.
The a*s*sa*s*sins glanced at each other but didn’t make a move.
Now – I linked Holden and heard rustling immediately behind us.
“You went after my son,” I looked down into his face still contorted with pain, “You went after a child. There is no redemption for your kind.”
I held out my hand and Griffen placed the dagger in it, slick with the blood of my target’s mate.
I looked up and met Ezra’s cool stare, his blue and brown eyes stared back at me, and he gave me one nod.
“I hate to do it this way, it feels cheap,” I sighed, “But you came after what is mine,” I let the rage fully come up, it lapped at me, and overcame every sense.
I settled into the person I was going to become before I met Willa. I embraced the facade that everyone thought was me. I became him, the cold, cruel Alpha Prince, and I savored it.
He looked around, confused why no one was killing us, before looking up at me.
I grabbed his head in both my hands and looked into his flickering gray eyes that held hate and passion, and something that I might have thought was longing.
I snapped his neck and watched his bright eyes flicker into nothing.
No emotion, no feeling, nothing.
I took the dagger and pushed it into his artery and twisted it. Warm blood spurted out of the wound in thick gushes. I removed the dagger, and he slumped to the floor after I released him.
I took a step back. I didn’t like how that happened. It was undignified, but it was justified. It was for Emmett, and I would never let anyone pose a threat to my family and life.
Ezra stepped forward, his jaw hard as he looked at this a*s*sa*s*sin. A mix of hurt and steely resolve crossed his face. He wanted his freedom, but at the cost of someone who must have raised him. I couldn’t imagine that.
He leaned down and put two fingers on his neck, nodding once.
“Our master is dead.”
“Kinky,” Cali scoffed, and I shot her a backward glare.
He rose and stood in front of me, pulling a bag over his shoulder, and handed me a thick leather file, “The jobs for the past month, you’ll find what you’re looking for there,” I took the file and passed it to Griffen.
“We owe you,” he said, he and his new pack bowed their heads, their hands over their hearts, “You gave us our freedom.”
“No,” I replied, “You helped us too, you made this happen for yourself, let’s call it even. You are indebted to no one anymore.” I nodded back to them,
Ezra’s head lifted, and he met my eyes with something so deep and raw it made my breath catch.
“Thank you, Prince,” He said; a real smile danced across his face, lighting up his features, “We will deal with the aftermath and the bodies.”
“No,” I cut in, “We will deal with the bodies.”
“Noted,” He nodded once, “See you around,” He said. Tension seemed to leave his body,
Him and The Packless turned to each other and walked away with such ease. They were louder on their feet; each step sounded in my ears.
I was grateful to them. If they hadn’t stood by, I knew we wouldn’t have made it out of here alive.
I looked at the ground. The Silent a*s*sa*s*sin laying eyes opened wide, covered in his own fresh blood. The man that struck fear in so many was no more.
I don’t want to call it luck; I didn’t believe in such a silly notion. But something worked out in our favor, something aligned, and I threw a prayer and thanks to The Moon Goddess.
“Get rid of them,” I nodded toward Griffen and opened my hand for the folder.
I turned my back on the clearing and took a deep breath, happy that was over and longing for my mate and our child. I needed to get back to my real phone to fill them in.
I opened the binder and flipped through the pages, so many names, so many deaths.
I stopped when I saw Emmett’s name.
My heart clenched, and all the air left me. I was shaking, fighting to hold onto the folder as I scanned the page until I found the monsters name who was behind trying to steal my son.
I roared, dropping the folder when I found it.