Rowen's Heat- An OmegaVerse Tale. Book 1. - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Wolveryn
I relish the popping sound of breaking bones as my hand crushes Lord Hammels weak digits. The traitor screams, his cries a sonnet amongst the rushing of blood to my head. My lovely mate lays on the floor outside her nest, blood pooling from the gash carved into her soft flesh. Fury gathers greater and I do not hesitate when I drop his hand to smash my fist thrice in rapid succession, cracking the Alphas nose and busting out several teeth. The smell of urine blossoms in the room around us and there is no need to inspect the small man to know he is the cause.
Parasite momentarily dismissed, I turn to my wounded mate, prowl to her side, and kneel before her. She tremors slightly, blood running not only from her back, but a small cut to her arm and a larger one down her delicate leg. Bloodlust surges so great for a moment I almost return to the disgraced Lord and finish what I began. But the drive to see my mate cared for and well keeps me grounded. A purr revs high from my chest, rumbling to sooth and calm my precious one. Large, honey rimmed eyes rise to my own and a wide, beautiful smile breaks the stressed lines that mar her lovely features.
"My brave Rowen. You are hurt. Does it pain you very much?" I ask, worry sick in my stomach. Her eyes mist as she reaches to grip my forearm.
"I will be fine, Wolveryn. I am just so happy you are alive and well. I . . I feared for you" She finishes, her lips trembling before a bite is applied. A grin spreads across my face and I cannot stop myself from nettling her.
"I am truly hurt, my love" I say in mock affront, my hand pressing at my stomach "Did you have such little faith your mate would be successful? That I would so easily fall? Ahh, you wound me, woman"
Her lovely features brighten all the more, merriment replacing the sadness I never wish to re-witness. "Never, my mate. I know you are truly a fierce force to be reckoned" She draws in a sharp breath when I lift her, my massive clawed palm sliding around her lower waist.
Carefully avoiding the laceration high on her shoulder and the other down the small of her back, I gather her small form in my arms. Soft hands glide up my chest in a slow movement, causing a stutter in my purr to release a low, guttural groan. They link about my neck to allow Rowen to hitch herself closer upon my chest and apply a slow, delicate kiss to my pectoral.
Rowen leans her cheek to rest against my heart as I carry her; untroubled by the grime that coats my flesh. There is a bench to the side of the wash area. It is sturdy, large and long enough to place her upon so she may lay on her side to avoid irritating the wound. I leave her side long enough to grab a pillow and a thin sheet to return to her with these temporary comforts. Once settled, I quickly fetch a small cup of water to bring back to her.
"Drink" I instruct, grazing her soft cheek as she complies.
"I must leave you for the moment. The matter of Lord Hammel must be dealt with" I sneer unhappily. She nods, placing the cup down to grasp the wrist of the hand I have cradling her face. Rowen presses firmer into my palm and sighs.
"Go, I'll be here" She raises her eyes to my own "I have nowhere else i'd care to be"
My heart thunders like a rainstorm and my purr positively booms from my chest. With a nod and a quick kiss to those delectable lips, I withdraw, pulling the privacy curtain to the wash so she need not be privy to any more disturbances.
My mood darkens as I look in the direction of the beaten lord. His strained breathing whistles, harsh and strangled. The cadence of his breathing signals his unconsciousness, but for how much longer is unknown. Swiftly, I go about securing the space. I find the hidden passage and pile four heavy chests upon the opening. Full of grain and beans, these chests are sturdy enough to cause trouble for any would-be invader. I then head to Lord Hammel's sprawled form.
Hunching, I rear back and strike the rat hard across the face, causing a distressful cry to emerge from him. He moans and groans as he quickly comes to. When his eyes finally open as far as the swollen slits allow, fear laced surprise causes the Lord to cry out. I deliver another blindingly brutal slap across his face.
"Shut the fuck up, you sniveling bitch" I growl, Hatred and killing lust strong within my veins. My mate rests from her wounds and you have caused enough distress without having to add disruption to the list of offenses I say with a snap, following behind the order to quiet. The coward quickly clamps shut his lips, eye bulging in terror; yet still unable to completely silence his hysteric whimpers.
Disgust fills my gut as the weak man trembles just as uncontrollably. It would be a greater mercy to simply kill him rather than allow such an inferior bloodline continue walking the earth. The urge is so great my body vibrates with an unreleased demand to see it through. Instead, I grab him by the collar and drag his frail body up and out the nest entrance.
Once the pantry entrance is secured, I make my way across the room, unlatch the door and walk out into the moonlit sky. The frost night turns my breath white before me as I survey the scene out front. Some distance ahead, a path from the forest breaks off into a stretch of field. That is cut off at a small makeshift road that houses Rowens little cottage just on the other side of it. Further down the road on both ends, are other dwellings, but they are a fair ways walk and my little Omega is all but isolated should trouble arise.
My nose turns up to take in the scents as I search the shadows about her property. Trees grace both sides and neat trimmed, thorn berried bushes line the edges of the homestead line. Aromas tickle my senses and I catch the smell of familiar notes long before the thundering of hooves can be heard. I roar, signaling to the approaching party. After a short moment, a grand stallion comes trotting from the fields ahead. The figure atop its back jolts steadily along, nearing closer to view as he makes his way toward us.
"Please, your majesty. I beg your mercy!" The terrified man pleads where he stands, bow and bend over in submission, cowering with his hands before his face in flimsy defense. My grip is tight, claws digging into his scalp where my hand has his head in an open palmed hold. He cries out when I dig my claws hard into his flesh, my palm large enough to encompass the whole back of his head as I dig my nails along his hairline. I smirk when I see blood tickle from the nail grooves of my hold.
"Surely we can come to some understanding, My King" The Lord pleads with desperation. "You are known as a fair and generous man. I know there must be a more diplomatic way of handling these affairs" He reasons on a swallow.
Since this swine seems to wish for my attention, I decide to bestow it upon him. Looking down, I meet his eyes and growl low in my throat, giving his head a vicious shake. The Lord chokes on a cry of horror and hangs from my hand, his feet giving out. Weak, cowardly fool. Before I must suffer his pointless begging and empty niceties, I would have him aware there is no situation in which his life would be spared or justice postponed.
"Lord Hammel" I begin
"I am going to kill you"
The man trembles harder, the sound of his rattling teeth a sugar sweet tune. I continue, releasing him from my hold before I begin a prowl towards him slowly, sneering as he clumsily stumbles away from my advance in terror. Sobbing and simpering fall from his mouth in desperate despair- Yet hell find no pity nor leniency here.
"Know this: I wish to tear you apart and slew your innards across the sands of The Dead Lands. I yearn for nothing more than to bask in the shrill screams of your mounting agony as I peel back your flesh from bone using the blade of my claws. To twist that pompous head of yours til it pops and yank it from those frail shoulders before stuffing your pathetic cock down your throat".
I give a murderous smile, my body swelling once more with rich bloodlust "Then bestow your head upon the lap of my sweet Omega as a gift for the abuse suffered at your vile hands" The last part is said in a verberating growl while cold malice fills my heart. He whimpers and whines pour deep from his chest, the Lord repeatedly stumbling before regaining footing in his backwards scramble of fear.
"But while I long to end you in the most violent of ways, it is imperative that I see to my Omegas well being and comfort first"
My arm moves with speed and I suddenly have his throat within my death grip, stalling his movements and drawing him off his feet to hang suspended. I growl viciously and press my face a breath before his own.
"Once all matters have been addressed, I will deal with you privately. And I will personally see to your punishment, Lord Hammel. Of this have you no doubt"
I fling the poor excuse of man off a fair leagues from me in disgust. He cries out wildly, flailing madly before he goes crashing to the ground ahead.
Lord Hammel makes a thunking sound as the whole of his form lands right at the hooves of a grand steed, the commotion barely startling the astute animal. The rider looks down at the shrunken, battered man with cold, inquiring eyes before returning his gaze to regard my nude and bloodied form.
"My brother" Comes a deep, respectful greeting.
"Rayden" I return with solemn regard.
The Alpha who is upon them is powerfully built and of no liken to the King whatsoever. His great steed is poised and stands erect as its master. Tall and broad shouldered, the male is more lean in form, yet still very much tight with hard, compact muscle. His strong thighs grip onto the animal with ease and chocolate brown hair lays in waves, cascading in ripples down to the waist. A tie secures the heavy fall of thick mane from his face to expose the full view of his rugged features. Eyes of hazel accompany strong angular features that house flaring nostrils. Full, hard lips twitch with a moment's slip before hardening once more in stern calculation. Rayden swings from his mount, landing on the ground and squats to inspect the male. He yanks his head back for a better look before grunting in acquiesce.
"Lord Hammel, we meet again" Rayden says with a grin.
Lord Hammel groans. Rayden chuckles.
Binds are withdrawn from his belt and looped around to secure Lord Hammels wrist tightly. Once complete, he steps back and regards the man coolly.
"I must say, you gave my boys a stealthy slip there. Wounded a few as well. Can't say they didn't deserve it if a fool like yourself managed to escape their guard" He muses dryly. His gaze returns to my own and a whistle is released.
"Hot dam, brother. You seem to have gotten yourself in one hell of a tussle" He remarks on a scoffed laugh, scanning the gristle and gore covered expanse of my flesh.
I growl "It appears I am in the business of cleaning your messes, brother"
Giving Lord Hammel another once over, Rayden saunters up to me easily, eyebrow cocked and smirk on his lips. Once within a short distance, he freezes, eyes wide and jaw partly dropped. He inhales sharply, then rocks back on his booted heels.
"Well well, would you get a whiff of that?" A pained grin dances on his face as he rubs his chest in mock distress
"I dont believe I have ever caught a scent quite so. . . unique" Rayden releases a bark of laughter when Wolveryn viciously snaps his canines at him.
He playfully raises both hands up in surrender So, It seems congratulations are in order? Rayden inquires, mirth shining in his eyes and laugh lines crinkling.
A scowl mars my face, but I do not bother with the snapping remark hanging on my tongue. Rayden is my brother by bond, accompanying me to this part of the land in order to take up place in the disgraced Lords manor and insteal himself there as its new overseer. As King, I present myself at his side to re enforce his claim and my approval of his newly appointed position. Lord Hammel was arrested and secured by the King's men. He was to be detained, then accompanied by myself and armed guard back to The Silver Kingdom for punishment.
Word came of an intended attack to free the Lord. Apparently, Lord Hammel had himself a band of supporters, and paid men, who were on the loose, awaiting the right moment to aleave him his sentence. While Rayden secured the Manor and prisoner, Myself and a party of my trusted few searched for the traitors. Once in The RedWood Forest, we separate to cover greater ground. As luck would have it, I then came across a little Omega whose Heat was strong and cresting, filling my mouth to water and my beast to devour. The rest was a matter of instinct and drive.
"Yes, celebrations are due, but not at the now. For the moment my little Mate is wounded and in need of my care and this one. . " I jerk my chin in his direction – "Must pay for the crimes of not only betrayal to the crown, but assault and Harm to a Nesting and Intention to Sever a Bonding" I growl with menace.
A deep sound emerges within Rayden and his eyes shone a crazed, heavy rage to match my own "I see. Well it looks as if me and the boys might find ourselves some much needed distraction with the return of our runaway prisoner" He sneers, canines flashing with a cold, empty smile.
Raydens own anger flashes at my words, his beast snarling at the mention of Omega abuse. As said before, Omega related crimes are dealt with harshly, nearly as harsh as murder or treason. In our prosperous era, there is no reason we should digress to times when all Kingdoms nearly lost the entirety of our Omega population due to unwarranted abuse and neglect. The new world can never move forward and reach enlightenment if we fail to learn and develop from history's mistakes.
I nod "Leave him fully intact. There is much that needs to be conveyed to him in person by his king" Comes my solemn promise of retribution.
Rayden returns my nod in kind "You have my word" He then gives me another look over.
"Although, it looks as if you've already had your bit of fu –"
"Ahhh!" Comes Lord hammels fury outcry. I snarl, preparing to jump as I watch the pathetic figure of a man lunging at Rydens turned back. But Rayden is fast to react. Turning, the Alpha spots the charging man and jumps away from the swing of a short blade being branished. He sucks in a deep breath to hollow his gut out, trying to avoid a connection with the weapon. The move is little too late, and the razor edge cuts across Raydens upper torso, slicing swift and clean. It is a shallow cut and Rayden uses the propelling forward motion the Lord is surging in to trip his shaky feet from under.
"No!" Lord Hammel screams, losing his footing and stumbling forward.
But the grab by King Wolveryn has him suspended mid fall. His wicked black claws grasp the entirety of his front face, nails digging viciously into the weak alphas features. The air grows dense and thick. Bloodlust, rage, and fury pouring out to saturate the space to a clotting degree. Wolveryn roars, the sound so loud it seems to shake the earth and causes the Lord to cry in terror.
"ENOUGH" I bellow, murder and the killing rage once more surging through my veins.
A snarl releases, heavy and growling in deep, booming bellows. "No more, you vile piece of shit" I spit, my claws tightening around his face. He screams again, louder this time, and sobs as my claws pierce into his flesh. Blood tinkles from his hairline, dripping into the Lordship's eyes, blinding him in his terror.
"Your continued existence is blight on this world, a shame to my Omegas name and justice" I say, a sneer cutting past my lips.
"You die tonight"
"Please, have mercy! I Beg! I'm sorry. You are right, my King. I have wronged you. My people, your Omega! Let me see justice before my peers!" He cries, struggling and clawing my wrist at his face.
A Laugh erupts from me, evil and cold. "You will see only MY justice this night" I decree.
Then, I kill Lord Hammel.
A mighty roar thunders forth and I clasp my grip with enormous strength behind it. A shrill, daunting scream rips the air and the smell of blood floods the world around me. The blades of my claws sink into his skull, the crunch of bone loud as it punctures. The spears of my talons slice into him. One claw thrust into his cheek, another few sheers through the swell of the brain. A stab up from under the chin by a lone claw tears through the mouth, splitting out the tongue like a sprouting weed. The last makes its way through the side eye socket, ripping into it and wedging deep until coming out the other end of the orb.
Lord Hammels agonized wails and sobs, screams and yells color the night winds, carrying them off to be imprisoned with the Night Watcher. Soon, gargling blood bubbles from his mouth and hard swallows sound of gagging welches. The thrash and clawing begins to take on sluggish movement, and his breathing a hard, difficult whistle.
My face moves before his, certain death staring into the eyes of a dead man.
"See me" I state, wild, red hot hate and revulsion coloring my features.
"See me and know your death brings great satisfaction. That not one person will grieve your loss. ." I spit in his mutilated face
". . And killing you is now one of my greatest honors
Bones snap and loudly crunch, cascading sheets of blood spilling in a waterfall of gore. Lord Hammels skin tears along with muscle and swine, and i fist my hand evermore viciously, basking in the copper taste of red blood that sprays across my face and drips between my lips. My tongue swipes the smears of wet liquid from the surface and I breath heavily in a rush of spiked adrenaline. His death is an exhilarating pleasure, second only to the tight clasp of my Omegas pulsing sheath.
His knees give from under and soon spastic, convulsing quakes take over his slouched, life dwindling body. I give a mighty yank, tearing off the entirety of his face's flesh. There are no more screams, no more pleads. Split tissue hangs and a single eye is not but an empty socket. Skin and tendon has been torn away bone, exposing the skeletal underbody of his jaw and the teeth's lined placement; a tight eerie, skeleton of dental structure. Blood, thick and black, is a wash of slick, wet essence running onto any and every visible surface.
Raydon walks forward, hand pressed hard under his nose. He cuts a look in my direction as he settles some scant feet beside me.
"Damn, well, that's one way to do it" He exclaims, hitching his brows high, impressed.
I let out a grunt, still focused on the dying piece of trash underfoot. The Lord lies still, his face a torn mess. Exposed bones and muscle, flesh and gore flawed open, hanging from useless tissue. With a sudden jerk, a wet gargle releases a rough cough of thick, black blood. Life barely in tack, Lord Hammel thinly hangs onto life.
"Hm. That is a sorry sight. Man needs to be put out his misery" Raydon comments. His cold eyes regard the male for a long moment, taking in the ravished mess of his face, the low whistle of straining breath, and peers at Wolveryn in question.
"A greater torture would be to leave him to a slow death " Raydon observes. I never had much mercy for cowards or rapists He sneers darkly.
"What'll it be, majesty?"
My answer is instant: "Death"
Crouching, I hunch over his dying form and run my eyes across the mess of his face.
"May the afterlife fuck you by flames"
I raise my conjoined fists high and come down with a strong heave of energy. I growl in triumph as my fist smash open Lord Hammels damaged and weak skull, watching in great satisfaction as it explodes like a ripe melon and scatters remains across the field. A mess coats me, but it is ignored and I stand and give a shake to rid myself of loose pieces.
"God Dammit, Wolveryn! You couldve warned me you were gonna do things messy" Rhydon grips, irritably looking down at his ruined attire.
I huff, then grin with apology, unable to stifle a chuckle of my own.
"My pardon, brother. I simply wished to see the deed done. There is a small river nearby. Let us get rid of this tarnish I reply. Then I smirk, narrowing my eyes in his direction. A heaviness has lifted, my soul free of the blood thirsty demand for vengeance. He catches my look and returns one of his own, suspension coloring his smirking expression.
"I have need to return to my Omega immediately" I say. "My desire to reunite with her untainted in his essence is great, so let us be done quickly about this"
Then I let out a laugh as I take off in run.
"Race you!" Is my quick reply.
"Bastard!" Rhydon remarks, laughing as he quickly gives chase. It takes but a few minutes to reach the lake, swiftly rinse and start my return.
Instructions are left to have the remains of Lord Hammels body removed and not to disturb my matting for several more days. I will find my way back to the manor once the bonding has been completed. Men are to be posted at the borders to await my arrival with the necessities for a ride with their new queen. After a hearty thanks and genuine congratulations, I stalk back to my Omega in neck breaking speeds.
My mate needs me.