Chapter 40 Unexpected Events #3
“I will, I will. Anyway, this company was the main source of income for the Rossis, the only holdings they had left, but the Escarras were not finished. When the Rossis were financially weakened, they then began isolating them from other packs, destroying their trust by truth or by lies. Who knows? But the Lupo Nero Pack was falling apart. DeAngelo’s son even tried to get his father to step down.
He refused, and then there was open war.
The Escarras gathered their allies, and they ambushed the pack, killing DeAngelo.
It’s said that Cortez Escarra was so consumed by his daughter’s loss he made a deal for power.
He even called upon the help of witches to assist him, and he succeeded.
He gained such power that he was a beast that could not be slain.
” Antonino paused as if waiting for a reaction.
“We know all that already,” I stated. If he was thinking he could ask for more money, I didn’t think so. We got a name, Cortez Escarra, but it still didn’t answer the questions we needed. “I heard there’s some debt that was left.”
“Well, I guess the fact your line has lived on. I am assuming Sebastian Escarra now wants you all dead as it was meant to be.” I frowned.
“Do you know anything of use? Because if that’s all you fucking had, it’s no damn use,” I growled. He raised his hand and looked thoughtful, as if he was actually trying to remember.
“Well, if memory serves, Cortez knew one of DeAngelo’s bastards got away, but he said he couldn’t do anything about it – that when the time came, they would both get the revenge they wanted.”
“They?” Kiara asked curiously.
“Well, rumours, it is, but apparently, it means he and the demon that possessed him. The demon that witches helped him summon. A devil that he struck a deal with. A deal that meant he couldn’t kill the Rossi bastard. Not yet anyway.”
I frowned. So he was waiting for something.
Pay the debt by the blood of the beast… did he want my blood?
Did they know a Lycan would be born? And waited?
What was with this blood and shit? There was this fucking Djinn after my blood, and then there was me, who needs the blood of six hundred and sixty-six fucking virgins…
. Yeah, I hope my Deltas and Rayhan are enjoying handling that shit.
“And how do you know all this?” I asked sharply. He was a lone wolf, so although he had a pack, he didn’t live with them. Matteo had said he was not from their pack.
“Knowledge is power, King Alejandro. Power.”
“Yeah? Well, I hope it does you fucking good. Let’s just hope you’re not killed for power,” I smirked sardonically, standing up.
“Ah no, that is your forte.” He tensed as if scared of my response, but I didn’t have time for this shit. I looked down at him.
“When I return home, I will transfer the rest of the money. If anything else comes to mind, you will let me know,” I commanded coldly, my aura rolling off me.
His heart began racing, and I saw the panic that flitted across his face.
“What do you know?” I growled, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him up against the wall.
“I…I… I can’t say,” he choked,
“You can. What. Do. You. Know?” I thundered, releasing my aura. I heard Kiara gasp as the man struggled to breathe.
“King Alejandro, you are a fool… your son… we all know he appears like a normal boy, but the eyes of the world are on him. We know you have witches on your side. It’s easy to mask his abilities but tell me, how long will you hide what he is?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart racing. Why was this fucking pointing at Dante? Was the ‘beast’ they talked about Dante? And if so, did that mean he was a Lycan?
“It means your family will always be in danger.” He chuckled coldly, and my anger flared through me. I was about to rip his fucking throat out when Kiara pulled me back.
“Alejandro!” Her eyes were wide with concern as my chest heaved with rage.
“My family will deal with whatever shit is thrown at us,” I hissed.
“Even if it’s forces beyond this world?” He muttered, massaging his throat.
“Explain what the fuck you mean,” I commanded coldly.
“There’s a prophecy… I can’t say!”
“I don’t care, you will tell me!” I growled, lifting him up and slamming him against the wall. The smell of blood filled the air as I hit his head hard against the wall.
“Alejandro, maybe he can’t-”
“Answer me!” I thundered, ignoring Kiara.
“Al…” I needed answers, and I wanted them now.
“Answer me,” I commanded, my eyes blazing red. Unable to resist my command, his gaze fell to the floor.
“When the Blessed Wolf gives birth to a…” he trailed off, his entire body tensing, and then, to my shock, he stilled. I let go of him, realising his heartbeat had vanished as he tumbled face-first onto the luxurious woven rug.
“He’s…” Kiara gasped, stepping away, her heart beating erratically. I looked down at the body, the cold reality of what had happened settling in. I didn’t know how, but he was fucking dead.