Her Forbidden Alpha By Moonlight Muse Chapter 25


    Chapter25　The Monsters Lair


    Zidane red down at the body of the Latina woman, she was barely alive, he wanted to tear her to


    bits but she was rather useful and she had injected Scarlett with wolfsbane. He smiled coldly, cing


    his foot on her head. A small whimper left her lips and he pressed harder.


    “Because of what you managed to do… I will let you live a little while longer.” He said. Using her as a


    stepping stool he stepped over her, sending an eruption of pain through her under his weight.


    The wolves who had meant to chase Scarlett and that wretched Alpha were cowering as they knelt


    before him in a line. Despite the blood sttered across his suit and the deep scratches that Scarlett


    had left him with – Zidane looked calm andposed, but all the men there knew that a calm Zidane


    was dangerous.


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    “None of you were able to stop two kids… two fucking kids…” He hissed, his voice poisonous as he


    approached the wolves. Cade too knelt there despite his injuries.


    “Alpha they had help-” The man did not live to finish his sentence as Zidane ripped his head from his


    body.


    “I do not need ipetent wolves to serve me!” He spat, moving on to the next one his ws came


    out and he ripped the man’s heart out.


    “I need wolves who are strong… and get the fucking job done!” As he spoke he went along the line;


    gouging one man’s eyes out, tearing the next one’s intestines out, another one lost his arms and legs.


    Some died instantly others writhed in agony before death came.


    Cade was the only one left after Zidane was done murdering eleven men, several had been killed by


    Rafael’s men and now another eleven were gone. Cade looked at the hall that now looked like an


    ocean of blood, the coppery smell strong in the air oveing the smell of fear that had lingered


    previously. Things were only getting worse…


    “Fools, all of them.” Zidane said ring at Cade. “Find out the name of the Alpha who helped them.”


    “Yes Alpha.” Cade said bowing to him before he got up and staggered from the hall. Zidane turned


    back to the woman.


    “Maya… get this ce cleaned up.” He said to the woman who was barely alive. “If it’s not done soon,


    you’ll be joining them.”


    She struggled to get up, Elijah had hurt her brutally and her bones would need time to heal.


    “Y-yes Alpha…” She rasped out. He did not look back as he walked towards the stairs and headed


    upstairs to his office, leaving bloody footprints in his wake…


    Entering his office he sat on the chair not caring to turn the light on, cing his feet on the table he


    crossed them at the ankles. Taking out a cigarette he lit it, only the glowing ember of the cigarette filled


    the otherwise pitch-ck room.


    How had he not seen Scarlett’s abilities as a child, the signs had been right in front of him…


    Scarlett walked through the Alpha’s mansion as silently as possible. It was dark, night had fallen long


    ago, thunder and lightning shed in the sky outside. She had no idea what time it was. Her heart


    thudded in fear, her father was out on business and should not return for the next two nights but she


    was still breaking the rules by being here, Indigo was just so hungry. They had not eaten for thest


    two nights because their papa said they deserved to be punished.


    She would quickly sneak to the kitchen, get some bread and then rush to the attic again. Their mama


    was in bed again – Papa had punished her for being disrespectful. Whenever she was punished, she


    would be in bed for many days but Scarlett knew that already, she too was punished often. That was a


    secret she could not tell anyone. If she did, her papa promised he would do the same to Indigo and it


    was her job to protect her baby sister.


    Unknown to the little eight-year-old, the Alpha she feared was sitting in the lounge in the dark, puffing


    on a cigarette. Having returned from his trip early.


    He heard the small footsteps on the stairs. His eyes shing, oh how he hated being disobeyed. He


    knew who it would be before her little head of strawberry blond hair even came into view. She didn’t


    even look towards the lounge, silently tiptoeing towards the kitchen. The worn-out cotton nightgown


    she wore was far too thin for this weather.


    Zidane stood up, a cold smile made its way onto his otherwise emotionless face. He was rather


    bored… and he did not really want to y with a woman… now this would be a lot more fun. He walked


    into the hallway making his way to the kitchen, where the little eight-year-old was tiptoeing to open the


    cupboard.


    “Well well well… looks like there’s a little rat on the loose.” He said, his voice dropping an octave.


    Scarlett froze, her heart thundered so loud Zidane could hear it from where he stood and oh how it


    excited him.


    She turned slowly, the smell of fear growing in the kitchen. Her long waist-length hair fell around her


    shoulders, her usual pale skin looked ghostly as she saw the tall man that stood there leaning against


    the kitchen door.


    “Papa…” She whispered, her lip quivered, her eyes stinging with tears. “I’m sorry! I was hungry.” She


    dropped to her knees bowing to her father, she wouldn’t dare mention Indigo.


    “Now now, we both know a sorry isn’t good enough, wouldn’t you agree my little princess?” He said


    walking over to her. He crouched down, stroking her little head before his hands painfully twisting into


    her hair. “One sound and I will make sure both your mother and sister suffer the same.” He hissed. She


    mped her mouth shut, her tears flowing down her cheeks. Not daring to utter a sound.


    He wrenched her up by the hair and stood up, not caring that he was dangling the child by her hair. She


    tried to grab his wrists, to ease the pain as he took her out of the mansion and into the garage.


    “Please papa not there.” She begged in fear.


    “I said zip it!” He hissed, entering the garage. He led her past the cars, stopping at the door that was


    locked at the back. Scarlett knew what wasing, this was what he called her special punishment


    room.


    She cried softly begging him to forgive her, pleading that she would not do it again. He unlocked the


    door, his smile growing, entering the soundproof room he threw the child across the floor, letting the


    door m shut behind them. Locking automatically.


    “Now… what shall we y today.” He said. Removing the cigarette from his lips he walked towards her,


    she got to her knees, screaming when the burning cigarette stub was pressed against the back of her


    neck. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Zidane chuckled sadistically.


    “How fascinating…” He murmured. He loved to torture her because she healed incredibly fast, faster


    than even him. It was something he hated yet enjoyed because she was one target who wouldst


    longer than the rest. She quivered in fear when he picked up some screws.


    “We should never ever steal, don’t you agree?” He whispered. Grabbing her by her hair he dragged her


    to the stained heavy wood table, a table reserved especially for her. Yanking her onto it, not caring that


    she hit the table face first or that blood wasing out of her nose. “These hands of yours really


    should learn to not steal!”


    Taking the first 3-inch nail he flicked it in his fingers before mming it through her hand. She


    screamed in agony, but Zidane didn’t stop, not until each finger was pierced with a screw. Scarlett


    sobbed in pain, her hands now impaled with 14 screws.


    “Please papa I promise I won’t steal again!” She cried.


    “Did I say you could speak?!” Zidane shouted, his eyes zing in rage. Grabbing her by the hair he


    mmed her face-first into the table where her hands were screwed to the table, her blood staining the


    wooden table with a fresh coat of red.


    “S-sorry…” She whimpered as he repeatedly mmed her face-first onto her hands. The nails piercing


    her cheeks, her forehead, her lips, she did her best to protect her eyes. The pain of each m making


    her dizzy.


    “You were made for this! Do you hear me?! The only reason you were given to me was for my


    entertainment! I should have been given an heir! An Alpha!” Zidane shrieked. Scarlett said no more,


    she knew when he became like this there was nothing more to say, he would only stop when he’d had


    enough.


    The pain was growing. He mmed her tiny body across the room, wrenching her hands with the


    screws off the table. The scream of agony that tore from her throat only fuelled him further, he picked


    up a hammer approaching her.


    “You useless little bitch, I think I will tell your mother you’re gone for a few weeks for training, don’t you


    agree?” He hissed, mming the hammer down on her knees. The sickening sound of bones being


    crushed loud in their ears. She sobbed silently, her entire body screamed in pain. Her heart hurt, the


    pain was dizzying, she couldn’t breathe.


    But he did not stop, even when she huddled into a foetal position repeatedly telling herself she was ok


    – that nothing was happening. Her eyes tightly shut, Zidane continued his screaming abuse.


    “Let’s just see how much you can take! Maybe you are better off dead!” With each strike of the


    hammer; to her ankles, her elbows, even her hands, only pushing the nails deeper into her skin. He


    seemed to grow excited, he would never hit her head, wanting her to stay conscious whilst he tortured


    her.


    Her body began going numb, the pain was too much toprehend. He would not stop, he never did


    because she would heal quickly. She wondered if the moon goddess hated her? Was she a bad child?


    Did she do something to deserve this?


    Her tears had stopped, and Zidane had grown bored of the hammer. He was breathing hard, his hair


    falling in front of his face, sweat coating his face. He hated how she seemed to handle it, hated that the


    determination never faded from her disgusting green eyes.


    “You’re a fucking freak!” He spat. Looking around the room a smile spread across his face when he


    grabbed a knife, one he kept coated with wolfsbane. At least this took her longer to heal from.


    He approached her, grabbing her wrist and began carving long deep gashes down her arms and legs.


    mming his fist across her head, making her see ck spots, he shed her back several times


    before he threw the knife down. He could see her wounds already closing up, he would use something


    to keep her in pain for a while longer.


    “You were hungry, weren’t you?” He said now dragging her around to face him, stroking her hair that


    was now more a deep red coated with her own blood. Her skin was littered with bruises, wounds and


    blood. She was no longer recognisable.


    Her wide green eyes filled with fear did not even blink when he stroked her hair, it never meant


    anything good.


    “Let me go get you food.” He whispered, ying a soft kiss on her forehead. Her lip quivered as he left


    the room quickly, her body was agony and she wished she would just die. Was hell as painful as this?


    She’d rather Selene let her go to hell for her sins. If only she told her what her sins were though, she


    would promise not to do them ever again.


    She heard the door opening and Zidane stood there, a cruel smile on his face.


    “Look I got you some food princess.” He said. She looked up, he indeed had a pot in his hand, with the


    dim lighting and her blurry vision she saw him open it. Had she been a good girl? That he wanted to


    give her food?


    “Say thank you.” He said ring at her, his eyes turning dark green once again.


    “Th-thankyou papa.” She whispered, a cold smile crossed his lips.


    “Here.” He said, raising the jar he poured its content onto her. She screamed as the powdery


    substance hit her, the strong smell of chilli kes hit her before the stinging agonising pain that erupted


    from her wounds. The chilli embedded into them, she hadn’t expected it and her eyes had been wide


    open.


    She writhed and screamed in pain, scratching at her eyes and arms trying to rid herself of the pain.


    Zidane watched herughing psychotically.


    “Sleep well princess.” He said icily before turning and walking out the room, leaving the little eight-year-


    old crying and screaming as she convulsed in pain on the cold hard floor….


    END OF FLASHBACK


    Zidane red at the darkness around him, how had he missed such an obvious clue? Her healing


    ability was not normal. If it were not for that witch who told him about his firstborn being special, that


    she was blessed by the moon goddess, he would not have even known she was still alive. Jessica had


    faked their death rather well… When he found her, he was going to tear her apart too…