The Huntress Omega

Back at the castle, Magnus was locked away in one of the lower chambers, his wrists bound tightly. When he woke, he groaned, his head pounding.

Magnus stirred, a sharp throbbing pain pulsing through his skull. His vision blurred as he blinked against the dim light of the chamber. The air was cold, damp, and carried the faint metallic scent of rust-no, blood. His wrists burned where the ropes bound him tightly to the chair. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and the lingering effects of whatever had knocked him out.

As his vision cleared, Magnus froze.

Sitting in a chair directly in front of him, legs casually crossed, was a man radiating an oppressive, suffocating power. His presence alone felt like a physical weight pressing down on Magnus's chest. The man leaned forward slightly, his sharp, predatory eyes locked onto Magnus like a wolf sizing up prey.

Vesarius Rage.

He didn't need an introduction. The Alpha's aura was unmistakable-a force of dominance that seeped into the very air. Magnus's heart hammered in his chest as he took in the calm, calculating figure before him.

"Ah, you're awake," Rage said, his voice smooth but carrying an edge of menace. He uncrossed his legs and stood, the scrape of his chair echoing ominously in the chamber.

Magnus's gaze fell to Rage's hands, and his blood ran cold. In one hand, he held a gleaming pair of iron pliers. In the other, a cloth soaked with what Magnus prayed was not blood.

"W-What the fuck is this?" Magnus stammered, his voice cracking. "Why am I tied? I haven't done anything wrong!"

Rage smiled, but there was no warmth in it. He walked slowly around Magnus, his shoes clicking against the stone floor.

"Nothing wrong, you say?" Rage mused, his tone light, almost conversational. "You were told not to touch what you do not own, but did it anyway. Do you know what that means, Magnus?"

"You don't own her so stop spitting shit, Rage." Magnus protested, pulling against his bindings. "She seduced me first, that's why I caved in!"

Rage chuckled darkly, the sound devoid of humor. "You're blaming her? How predictable." He stopped behind Magnus, leaning in close.

Rage moved back in front of Magnus, his expression hardening. He crouched, bringing their faces level. "And unfortunately for you, Magnus, I need to make sure you understand the consequences of your actions."

Magnus's breath hitched as Rage raised a pincer, the cold metal glinting in the dim light.

"Fuck! W—What are you gonna do? Get away from me!" Magnus asked, his voice trembling. "I swear! She seduced me first!"

Rage tilted his head, studying him like a predator might study its prey. Then, without a word, he grabbed Magnus's hand, pinning it against the armrest.

"Let's start with a reminder," Rage said, his voice calm, almost clinical. He clamped the pincer around Magnus's thumbnail.

"No! No, don't—"

Magnus's scream tore through the chamber as Rage yanked, the nail ripping free with a sickening crunch. Blood gushed from the exposed nail bed, pooling on the floor beneath Magnus's chair.

Rage stood, holding the bloodied nail between his fingers. "Interesting, isn't it?" he said, turning the nail over as if it were an artifact. "How something so small can cause so much pain."

Magnus writhed in his chair, his body trembling with shock.

"Please. . .stop. . .fuck." he whispered, tears streaming down his face. He is sweating bullets, his muscles are tense and cramp, the extreme terror he feels is preventing him from transforming into his wolf form.

Rage crouched again, his expression dark. "Stop? We've only just begun, Magnus. You'll talk when I'm done."

He moved to the next finger, the pliers closing around the index nail. Magnus's breathing grew erratic as he tried to pull his hand away, but Rage's grip was ironclad.

"F—Fuck! Fuck! No. . . no, please!" Magnus sobbed. "S-Stop. . ."

Another scream erupted from Magnus as Rage pulled the nail free, blood splattering across the stone floor.

"I will kill her! I will fucking kill that bitch!" Magnus exclaimed, his saliva splashing out his mouth.

From the shadows, another voice broke the tension.

"Alpha. That's enough."

Rage didn't flinch. He turned his head slightly, recognizing Asval's voice. The Beta stepped into the dim light, his expression unreadable.

"Alpha," Asval said evenly, his eyes briefly meeting Rage's. "You must rest now. Let me handle the rest."

Rage stood slowly, dropping the bloodied nail to the ground. Asval kept his head low, waiting until Rage had left the chamber before turning to Magnus. He crouched before him, his tone low but sharp.

"Magnus," Asval said, his eyes piercing. "You have one chance to explain yourself. If you lie, I won't stop him next time."

Magnus swallowed hard, his voice shaking as he spoke. "That bitch. . .Ingrid, was it? I will fucking kill her with my own fucking hands!"

"What does Ingrid have to do with you?"

"I am the son of the Alpha she fucking killed!" Magnus trembled in between anger and pain.

Asval's eyes narrowed. "You're Alpha Trevor's son?"

"Yes! I've been looking for that bitch with a white moon tattoo all my life! And this is where I'm going to find her?! Rage is a fucking dick! Why was he hiding that murderer in his territory, huh?!" Magnus spatted. "I will tell everyone that you are hiding the person responsible for the murder of my father! I will kill that assassin—"

Without uttering a single word, Asval rose from crouching, his movements cold and deliberate. He seized Magnus by the hair, forcing the man's face upward to meet his unyielding gaze.

"W—What are you doing? Get away from me! I'm an Alpha! How dare you treat me this way! Untie me!"

His grip was firm, merciless. From the floor near Magnus's feet, Asval retrieved a cloth soaking in a metallic liquid, shimmering faintly under the light. Without hesitation, he shoved the drenched fabric deep into Magnus's mouth.

Magnus thrashed violently, his muffled choking sounds filling the air. He shook his head desperately, attempting to spit out the cloth, but Asval's hand clamped down with brutal force, holding him in place. His body convulsed, nearly tipping the chair over as he fought against the agony overtaking him.

Seconds felt like hours as Magnus's struggles grew weaker. His wide, terrified eyes locked onto Asval, pleading silently for mercy that would never come. Then, with a final, shuddering gasp, his movements ceased entirely. His body slumped, but his eyes remained open, fixed in a lifeless stare.

The liquid soaked into the cloth was liquidized silver-a poison to werewolves, searing their insides and robbing them of life. Asval released his grip, letting Magnus's head fall forward like a discarded puppet, his point made with terrifying finality.

"I'm afraid I won't let that happen." Asval whispered. "I won't let anyone hurt Ingrid as long as I live."

Vesper hurriedly entered the room only to witness the scene before him.

"W—What did you do, Prime Sentinel?" he asked, confusion evident in his voice. "The Alpha didn't give you the order to kill him, so why did you. . .Asval?"

"He was spitting bullshit, Archsentinel." Asval discussed as he wiped his hand with a clean cloth. "I had to shut him up."

"I don't understand, Asval." Vesper mumbled under his breath. "Did you just disobey the Alpha for that. . .omega?"

The silence of the other served as the answer to Vesper's question. Which further confused the man.

"You know what will happen—"

"I'm aware of the consequences, Vesper. I won't run from it." Asval walked past him. "But as the Prime Sentinel, do not speak to the Alpha about what happened tonight. Am I clear?"

"W—Why? Why would you go that far for that girl?"

"I have a debt to pay. You will know soon enough."