Chapter 8 Already Too Late

• Alpha Edward's POV
• I dashed into my room and hit the wall with my fists. The wall made a crack, but I ignored it and kept hitting the wall, totally ignoring the pain I was feeling in my fists. As I punched the wall, it became stained with my blood, but I ignored it and continued punching the wall until I got exhausted and moved away from it. With trembling hands, I stared at the blood-stained wall and then glanced at my wounded, bleeding hands. My whole body was racked with pain, but it couldn’t be compared to the pain I felt in my heart.
• Yet again, I have lost another mate to the cold hand of death. Four years ago, I lost my first mate, Veronica, just three months after meeting her, and that day was the worst day of my life. I wanted to die and decided to commit suicide, but as fate would have it, I was saved by Elisa. The prophecy came that Elisa would be my second chance mate, and I would regain the voice of my wolf the moment her mark her. I have waited for this day to get married to Elisa, mark her and regain the voice of my wolf. I thought I had gotten another chance at happiness, but it was snatched away from me by a jealous lady.
• Anger and pain racked my entire body, and I wished I could kill her, but death would be an easy penalty for her. If I were her, I would have chosen death because she didn’t know what was hitting her. Slowly, I sat on my bed and stared at my fists dripping blood on the floor. I thought of Elisa and the brutal way she was killed. She never deserved that, and I would make sure the person who took her away from me would be brutally dealt with.
• I thought of my prey and what transpired between us. I had never thought of having her, but just by seeing her, I wanted to inflict pain on her, and fucking her brutally was the first thing that came to my mind.
• I never imagined she was a virgin, but when I realized she was, I didn’t care; all I wanted was for her to feel immense pain, and I think I achieved it.
• “Goodness,” I groaned and closed my eyes. A tear dropped on my cheek. Just in a day, I was becoming a monster; I couldn’t recognize myself. I wiped off the tears that fell on my cheek and then tried communicating with my wolf, but as usual for the past four years, he has been silent since the death of my first mate. A heavy sigh left my lips, and I opened my eyes. I was eventually breaking down, but I knew I had to hold myself up; I am an alpha, and so many people were looking up to me.
• A knock on my door got my attention, and I turned to it.
• “Who is it?”
• “It’s me,” Aunt Victoria responded from the door.
• A sigh left my lips; I wanted to be left alone, but she was my favorite aunt, and I couldn’t send her away.
• “Come in.” The door was pushed open, and Aunt Victoria walked in.
• “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed and rushed to me. She took hold of my bleeding hands and shook her head. “What are you doing to yourself?” she asked, but I didn’t respond, rather I looked away. She let go of my hands and rushed out of my room.
• A few moments later, she barged into my room with a first aid box in her hand. She sat beside me and took my wounded hands, beginning to apply medication to it.
• “I have sent for the pack healer, and he will be here soon,” she announced to me, but I didn’t respond; instead, I was lost in thought. My thoughts went to my prey, Amanda, and what next I would do to her. I wanted to make life a living hell for her; I couldn’t be the only one going through pain.
• “Are you okay?” Aunt asked, and I looked away but didn’t respond. Aunt Victoria pulled me into a hug and sighed.
• “You can cry; no one is here; it’s just the two of us,” she comforted, and suddenly, I burst out in tears. I cried profusely like a child. My whole body shook with pain, and all Aunt Victoria did was comfort me by patting my back, as she would always do when I was young. I'm 25, but to my Aunt, I'm still her little son.
• After crying for a while, I sniffed and composed myself before pulling away. I cleaned my face and took a deep breath to gather my emotions.
• Silence filled the air as neither I nor Aunt Victoria said a word, but after a moment, she spoke up.
• “You married her; what are your intentions?” she asked, referring to my prey. I didn’t give an answer. “I know you don’t intend to kill her for her crime because if you wanted to kill her, you would have done it a long time ago,” she said, and she was right. “Tell me, what are your plans?” she asked, and still got no response from me.
• “You intend to torture her,” she didn’t express those words as a question. “Torture is an understatement,” I muttered. Aunt remained silent, as if she was trying to reason with my words. Another long silence filled the room until she spoke. “Will that give you peace?” she threw that unexpected question at me. I looked at her and then looked away. Truthfully, I had no response to her question. “Will it?” she asked again, and I groaned and got up. I walked over to the window and stood by it.
• “Alpha Edward?”
• “What, Aunt?” I snapped with frustration and turned to her.
• “What do you expect me to do? Should I let her go scot-free, or should I just imprison her? Never, I won’t do that; I will make sure she goes to hell and comes back,” I muttered those words as a vow, which I would fulfil.
• I turned my back to my Aunt and looked outside the window. I was fuming with rage, and I wanted to avoid an outburst.
• I heard Aunt's footsteps behind me, and when she got closer to me, she placed a hand on my shoulder, and I released a breath.
• “I know how you’re feeling, and I understand your pain, but I want you to think about this, Edward; you are not a monster, and I don’t want you to become one,” she said those words, and then she left. Sucking in a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them. “Sorry, Aunt, but it’s already too late.”