No Mercy: Greedy Alpha Don't Deserve to Live! Novel by Song Zeroes

I could tell by the silence and the flicker of shock in Balthar s eyes that he hadn’t expected my defiance.

If it were me a few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have dared to disobey him. Back then, I was always careful, doing everything I could to stay on his good side, terrified of losing what little trust he had left in me. More than anything, I feared that my mistakes would put Balto at an even greater disadvantage. But now, something had shifted within me.

Balthar quickly regained his usual calm, the stoic mask he‘ d perfected as alpha of the Night Howl pack slipping back into place.

“You wouldn’t want to see me angrier than I already am,” he said, though his voice had softened, his previous fury noticeably fading.

I felt a surge of skepticism at his words.

Why should I care? No matter how much I devoted myself to him, he had never truly acknowledged it. Especially when Nayra was still by his side.

Then, a faint ringing echoed in my mind, the familiar whistle signaling the pack alpha‘ s call through the mind link. Moments later, Balthar‘ s wolf guards emerged from various directions, standing ready to block my path.

The alpha crossed his arms over his chest. To anyone else, it would look like confidence, but I knew him too well–he was hiding his anxiety. He tried to maintain his cold, detached expression as he addressed me.

“I’ll give you another chance. Apologize to Nayra.”

Nayra s eyes lit up immediately. Her feigned frailty disappeared, replaced by a smug, victorious smile. She tugged gently on Balthar‘ s sleeve, her voice soft but dripping with false sweetness. “You didn’t have to call your warriors, Alpha. I’m sure Elmyra didn’t mean to slap me.” Balthar chuckled darkly. “You‘ re too kind, even after what she’s done. She said it herself—she doesn’t care that you re sisters.”

His gaze hardened as he turned to me, his voice cold and final. “Anyone who hurts price. Blood ties be damned.”

My ears twitched at his words, and before I could react, the wolf guards forced me to my knees, pushing my head down. When I looked up, I caught the satisfied smirk playing on Balthar‘ s lips. Just then, Nayra stepped forward. “Alpha, stop!”

Balthar hesitated, then signaled the guards to release me.

“Your guards are strong,” Nayra said, casting a glance at me. “I’m afraid my sister won’t survive their strength. She’s still my sister, after all. If anyone should teach her a lesson, let it be me.”

I gritted my teeth, my body tense with rage. Her intervention wasn‘ t kindness–it was a calculated move and I knew it all too well.

Balthar gave a curt nod of approval, and before I could brace myself, Nayra slapped me across the face. Not once, but twice. The sharp sting burns both of my cheeks.

A gasp escaped Nayra‘ s lips soon after, her tone masked in horror. “Oh no…” Her voice trembled with regret, but her expression betrayed her. If Balthar were in my place, he’d see the triumphant gleam hidden beneath her feigned remorse.

She turned to him, her voice quivering. “Alpha, I… I’ve hurt my own sister. Am I doing the right thing?”

Balthar chuckled, a cold, short sound as he stepped forward, ruffling her hair as if she were a child.

“I’ve told you, Nayra. You‘ re too kind. She slapped you first, and this is what she deserved, his tone dismissive.

The guards finally released me, and I crumpled to the floor. Balthar’s gaze was locked on me, unyielding, as though I were something beneath him. “You still owe Nayra an apology.” Like hell I did! Nayra was the one who started this.

he said,

She was the one who slandered Balto, accusing him of faking his illness. How could this Alpha be so blind to the truth?

I glared up at him, my voice laced with venom. “She owes ME an apology!” I shouted, a feral snarl tearing from my throat.

I could feel my wolf stirring inside, weak but simmering with rage, threatening to overtake me. My gaze bore into Balthar, burning with loathing. “Curse you, Balthar. I pray you rot in the deepest part of the abyss.”

His brow furrowed, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of unease cross his face, unsettled by the fury behind my words.