Chapter 66
(Warning: Gory scenes and disturbing graphics ahead!)
Marcellus’ POV
“P– Please, have… Have mercy. I– I have done no wrong and brought… No harm The pack doctor begged with a weak voice, coughing as he struggled to stay conscious while he was being held by Marcellus.
Meanwhile, the latter didn’t care and waited patiently for the number to ring.
“Shh.” He shushed the pack doctor, a sly grin curling up the corner of his lips. “Don’t ruin the fun. It’s ringing.”
The pack doctor’s stomach, which was deeply wounded by Marcellus, continued to gush out with blood like a fountain, with the latter’s marble tiles already getting painted all over with crimson red.
The poor man’s intestines had even begun dangling out like bloody sausages.
The sight was gory and would probably have a lot of people retching, but to Marcellus, it didn’t even phase him.
The only thing he could think about was the fact that the man’s life-force-rich blood was getting wasted like sewer water.
“Hello?” A female voice said from the other end of the phone, causing Marcellus to arch an eyebrow. “Abel? Are you okay? I heard news of an attack at the elite region but no one here is sure of exactly what happened. Why did the Alpha King summon you there?”
Marcellus glanced at Abel, tilting his head with a mysterious glint in his eyes. It was as if he was taunting him to speak out… To dare say something to get his dear wife’s attention.
And like a good puppy, the poor pack doctor took the bait.
“H– Honey… Stay at home.” Abel said weakly but that caused Marcellus to roll his eyes before he tightened his grip on his neck.
The pack doctor gasped as Marcellus brought his mouth close to his ears and whispered. “Boring
Meanwhile, Abel’s wife seemed to already be getting worked up and spoke with a tense voice. “Abel, are you okay? Why are you giving me the silent treatment? Is it because of our argument this morning?”
As soon as Marcellus heard that, his interest got piqued, forcing him to drop Abel from his grip.
The pack doctor plopped to the ground like a rag doll, groaning and fighting to stay conscious as he struggled to crawl on the floor, trying to get a hold of Marcellus.
But Marcellus ignored him, walking a few steps away as he continued listening to Abel’s wife.
“I– I’m not judging you for not being able to get it up. I’m just saying that maybe you should get checked and see if there’s any underlying issues.”
Marcellus’ eyes widened dramatically as he brought his gaze to Abel who growled with frustration on the floor. The pack doctor’s blood was already spreading under his body and onto the marble floor like a red cloak.
Marcellus squatted and used the index finger of his free hand to poke his finger into the pool of blood before bringing it to his mouth and licking it.
The amount of life force in that alone made him feel like he was treating himself to some ice cream.
As for the pack doctor, he raised his head slowly, staring at Marcellus who didn’t even pay him any heed.
“Y– You’re not the Beta.” The pack doctor came to an intriguing conclusion, managing to finally gain Marcellus’ attention.
Meanwhile, his wife at the other end of the phone seemed to have heard him say that and called out worriedly. “Abel, you’re scaring me. What did you say about the Beta? Are you with him?”
Marcellus smirked coldly, watching as the pack doctor struggled to grab the phone from his hands. But it was no use as all Marcellus had to do each time the poor man inched closer to him was to step away a few inches.
“I wonder why you haven’t shifted yet,” Marcellus said with a whisper, squinting his eyes at the man.
Suddenly, as if something had finally clicked in the idiot’s brain, the man’s eyes glinted with a murderous light as he fixed his gaze on Marcellus.
The latter seemed intrigued, slowly getting up and watching as the man’s bones shifted as he howled weakly while his wolf struggled to claw its way out.
“Abel?!” His wife yelled out from the other end of the phone with a heightened irritation before adding. “Tell me where you are right now. I swear to the moon if–”
“Meet me at the Beta’s residence,” Marcellus said in a voice that imitated Abel’s voice, causing the latter to growl in anger.
But before his wife could hear that animalistic growl, Marcellus hung up before crushing the phone with a simple clench of his hand.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” The pack doctor roared as he finally transformed fully into his wolf. Fresh chapters posted on (.)net
Or, at least, he thought he did.
Just when the last traces of his human skin and form were disappearing, Marcellus got in front of him and landed a devastating punch on the wound on his stomach, causing Abel to howl and scream in agony at the same time.
He was sent flying, landing on the wall behind him before sliding down to the floor, where his blood gushed out like a pool, splattering on the walls like an art exhibit.
Thanks to Abel’s blood gushing out and Marcellus coming in contact with it when he punched him, he was able to absorb some of his life force, causing him to sigh satisfactorily as he advanced toward him with stretched-out arms.
“Resistance is futile,” Marcellus said with a grin, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor. “This isn’t even a fight. There’s a simple law of nature making you the prey and me… Well, the monster.”
When he finally got to the pack doctor, he scrutinized the effects of his punch.
The punch was so strong that it had halted his transformation, affecting his wolf and… well, resulting in this.
He now looked like a sickly abomination with the body of a man but the fur and snout of a wolf with blood sticking all over his body and his intestines littered all over the floor as well as a hunched back with his spines protruding like tiny rocks.
The pack doctor howled and whimpered like a dog, but he couldn’t even move properly and could only squirm in pain.
Marcellus watched this pitiful scene patiently. He was waiting for the arrival of their second guest.
Finally, after what seemed like eons, Marcellus picked up the sound of a knock at his compound gate, causing his lips to curl up into a cold grin.
“Cullen. Go bring in our guest, please.” Marcellus remarked to his assistant who had watched silently behind him all this while.