Chapter 7

• "Sir!" A guard called, hurriedly walking towards Marcos. His back was stiff and a frown was on his face.
• He took several gulps with fear in him as he neared him.
• Marcos smelt the fear that radiated from this guard, and he felt his wolf swell with pride. A smirk danced on his thin lips as he watched the guard fidget.
• The guard's pace slowed, and Marcos' frown turned into a glare.
• "Faster!" He growled, his eyes flashing a menacing red.
• The guard jumped physically, his pace quickened as he came to a halt in front of Marcos, his back bent forward in total obedience.
• "Alpha."
• Marcos felt his left brow quirk. A silent hum rumbled from his chest, as he folded his arms under his chest, waiting for the guard to speak.
• "The king has requested your presence at the palace at once."
• His brows pulled together in a deep frown as he stared at the guard with so much hostility in his eyes.
• "Why?" He asked calmly, his voice becoming static.
• The guard felt chills run down his spine as he felt his back stiffening at Marcos' incredibly calm voice.
• "I have no idea alpha sir but your presence is needed at once."
• "Is that an order or a request?" He asked in a chilled offended tone.
• The guard felt a stab to his chest as his eyes dilapidated in horror.
• "N—no alpha." The guard replied instantly as he took four steps back in fear.
• "I would never dare order you sir, I am just a mere lowly guard, not capable of being as great as you are. Pardon me, my words came out wrong and out of terror."
• "Please sir, forgive me." He added again, for fear of losing his head.
• "Tsk!" Marcos clicked his tongue as he shook his head lightly.
• "Is that supposed to be a suggestion or an apology? Or are you trying to tell me what to do? " He inquired slowly and mockingly, with his face void of any emotions.
• A chill ran down the guard's spine as he felt the hairs on his body rise, goosebumps showing visibly on his skin, as warning bells rang continuously in his head.
• The guard felt his wolf whimper and moved to the back of his head.
• "I would never think of making you do anything, not more of being able to give you a suggestion. I am nothing more than a scumbag, not worthy of being in your sight. " The guard added, gulping as he maintained his position, his back bent forward.
• "Are you trying to say I made those words up, and should not misquote you? That I might be lying? Is that what you are trying to say indirectly? "
• He threw the questions at the guard, his brow forming a curve above his head as he walked closer to the guard.
• The guard stood up, his back straight, as he dared to look Marcos straight in the eyes with fear evident on his face.
• Marcos' eyes flashed, his eyes glowing golden as he glared at the guard with so much fire in his eyes.
• "I am sorry, alpha. This dumb guard has done wrong with his choice of words. " The guard spoke, coming to his knees, hitting his head on the ground with a bang.
• "Punish this guard as you deem fit." His eyes watered, as his tears leaked onto the floor.
• "Hmph! weak. " Marcos scoffed.
• "Very well, since you realise what you have done, you get to see another day."
• "Forty laps to and from the palace, I hope that will teach you how to speak with respect next time." He said, turning his back to leave.
• "I swear it won't happen next time, alpha." The guard replied gratefully, brushing his tears with his hand as he stared at the retreating figure of his alpha.
• He walked up to a black car being held open by his beta and second in command.
• Luke stopped a few steps away from Marcos, just in time to avoid bumping into him.
• "Continue the tortures of Peter. Make sure he is damaged but not too much. He should still be able to distinguish his right from his left. " He murmured loud enough for Luke to hear.
• "Yes, alpha boss. It would be so much fun and you would be impressed this time around. " A wide grin broke out on his face, as his eyes flashed with a sparkle.
• "Are you coming back?" He asked, his face dropping when he saw the grim look on Marcos' face.
• Sensing the drop in Luke's mood, Marcos looked up, his eyes turning a bit soft before he spoke.
• "Yes."
• That one word alone was enough for a grin to become plastered on his face.
• "I will wait for you, boss, and this time I won't let you down. I promise. " He called after the car, as he watched the car speed off.
• He skipped happily into the warehouse, the grin never leaving his face.
• The guards on guard all felt a cold chill on their skins as they watched the crazy young man skip his way in.
• A look of pity appeared on some of their faces, and a few shook their heads as they feared for his next victim and whoever made him mad.
• Inside the car, Marcos watched the scenery of his environment run past him through the window.
• His thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute as a scowl crept its way across his face.
• His silence made his beta gulp nervously as they approached the palace.
• His hands gripped the steering wheel hard, and his knuckles turned white when he parked the car at the entrance of the palace, but his Alpha refused to come down.
• "S—sir?"
• He called tentatively, his voice squeaking when Marcos didn't move but continued staring at the window with a raised brow.
• "We have arrived." He whispered, his voice a little firmer than before.
• A slight nod of his head, and Marcos watched his beta run to the other side of the car to get to his door.
• When Marcos stepped out of the car, his dangerous aura blazed, making the servants and maids all line up to greet him, cowering in fear as he walked.
• "Welcome home, Alpha Marcos." The head chief butler greeted him with his back bent forward.
• "Your father has been waiting for your arrival. Please come in. " The butler gestured towards the massive doors being held open by two maids.
• He knew he couldn't avoid what was coming next; he was going to come here, sooner or later.
• As he walked in, he smelt trouble in the air; it was choking, but not enough to kill him.