The Rebellious Omega

King Braedon POV

The dungeon was dank and dark, smelling of mildew and old blood mixed with sweat and tears. It was cold, damp, and dim. Just like any other dungeon I have ever visited. I descended the stairs slowly, my eyes sweeping the miserable t*****e room, taking in the blood spatters on the walls and floors, the bars on the small rectangular windows, and the silver bars of the cell doors. This was a dungeon that was used often, t*****e implements laid out neatly on various trolleys in order to be close at hand. I narrowed my eyes and smelt the metallic scent in the air as my feet propelled my body forward, my eyes adjusting automatically to the darkness as my mate followed silently behind me, James also present for this discussion. This man, David, had attempted to take my life while I slept, while I was unaware of his presence and unable to defend myself against his actions. What had I done to anger him and cause him to act thus against me?

The prisoner was in the last cell at the back of the dungeon. A solitary prisoner. There were no other cells occupied, which was not unusual, making it easy to discern who I was going to speak to, not that I wouldn't have known who he was, as Blair had given more than an adequate description of him. I studied him. The man was slightly bruised and battered all over his body, and his clothes were basic and casual. The man himself did not appear to be overly threatening as he sat in one corner, his knees tucked up to his chin, his head bowed down, his hair covering his eyes. He looked up, his expression resolute, a defiant and angry glint in his eyes, taking me aback. While this man was said to be a recluse, I was seeing somebody different, somebody I suspected that had been underestimated by those in this pack. The true man, or rather his true personality had been hidden well underneath the exterior, but his mask was slipping, revealing what he had hidden for so long.

My voice was even as I addressed the man "You must be the infamous David."

The man slowly clambered to his feet, his motions jerky and stiff. I wondered how long he had been sitting in that same pose for his movements to be so awkward. He stretched, glancing at me coldly. He offered me no platitudes or greetings. He merely observed me with an indecipherable expression on his face. I c****d my head, patiently waiting for him to make a move. When he finally spoke, it was with a hoarse voice, gruff in nature and filled with contempt, aimed directly at

me.

"So what if I am? What's it to you, Alpha King?" his voice was heavy with sarcasm.

Blair gave a low growl from behind me at the insult but wisely kept her tongue silent as I'd asked her to do. James listened intently, his arms folded across his chest. He was observing the interaction with interest and curiosity. Sarah, thankfully, had chosen to remain upstairs, having no desire to visit a prisoner, let alone step foot in a dungeon.

"I'm told that you are a recluse in the pack, somewhat of a loner" I continued, not intimidated by his silence in the slightest "and that you are somewhat of a gentle person.In order to avoid an incomplete reading experience, visit Job n ib. com. So it makes me curious David" my voice dropped a little lower as I glared at him "as to the reason somebody like you, whose never been any trouble to the pack, would take it into his head to try and kill an Alpha King while he's recuperating in the hospital wing and unable to defend himself. Wouldn't that be the actions of a coward?" I asked deliberately, in an attempt to provoke him.

Silence. David lifted his head defiantly, his eyes glaring hatred and disdain at me. It was like he was staring straight through me. I could sense Blair's restlessness behind me, but I didn't turn my head to glance at her. David folded his arms across his chest and silently studied me. He was proving a difficult man to intimidate. Either that, or he cared little in regards to his life and whether he kept it or not. It remained to be seen.

"I could just order you to tell me" My voice was pleasant in comparison as I stared hard at him, "but that would not be much fun. I could t*****e you" I added, glancing meaningfully at the t*****e implements as the man's gaze also shot to them, his eyes narrowing as he took them in "But I hate getting my hands dirty if I don't need to."

I wasn't lying. Torturing another shifter was one of the few jobs I despised.

"You expect me to believe you don't like getting your hands dirty" the man's voice was filled with scorn, so angry that it took all of us aback, simmering with resentment "What a liar you are King Braedon" he mocked, shaking his head in disbelief.

With that one statement, I had managed to anger him and make him talk to me with pure rage. He was practically frothing at the mouth now.

He was certainly becoming a bit more talkative I mused to myself. I stepped closer, peering through the bars as the man's expression became more vicious. He looked as though he would give anything to lay his hands on me."You have everyone believing that you're a fair and just man, but it's all a load of s**t" he hissed "You are the worst kind of man there is in this world and I wish I had managed to kill you, you bastard."

"How dare you" Blair snarled as I put up a hand silencing her.

"You seem to be particularly angry about something David, would you like to share what that might be? Have I done something to you?" I asked, observing him coolly.

His expression changed slightly, enough for me to realize I had hit a sore spot. Bingo.

"As if you would care, Alpha King" he snapped, stepping closer, his eyes blazing, his lower lip quivering with some untold emotion "All you care about is destruction and bloodshed, by your own damn hands. Those that follow you are truly blind to your true nature and have been sucked in by your lies and manipulation. But I see you for who you truly are" he spat as I stared at him with wonder "You are nothing but a monster" he declared "a vile, disgusting, bloodthirsty monster."