Destined To A Rejected One
Chapter 16

NOW HIS NAME IS FEARED BY ALL

Forty-eight moons later

Tell me, how does it feel to feel your b***d spilled? – he questions and how much he fiddles with the knife plunged into his prey’s abdomen.

Occisor’s thick voice fills the eardrums of the Markab herd’s beta lycanthrope, who controls himself as much as possible so as not to let the trembling of fear and pain in his body show through.

The Markab tribe is near the great grey city of London, the beta had wandered away from the others and gone after some of the girls in the city, Occisor just watching him, studying him.

“He’s brave, he’s gone out on his own” – he thought as he watched him from the roof of a house. The beta was entering an alley with two human females apparently thirteen and fifteen years old, recently some wolves had started raping virgin humans in this age bracket. When Margaret found out she was possessed by hatred at the time, and wanted to rip the monster’s genitals off with her bare hands, but Mari said that Occisor had better stay on this case, and so the two of them went to the rescue of some humans and humans in another country. Vampires continue to buy women and men so that they can breed and then kill them all. But here, in the city of London, everything was in the hands of him, the killer, and Occisor was now trying to find out the reason for the abuse, and the word “failure” was never in his dictionary of missions.Aren’t you going to talk?

In the five years that have passed, Occisor has changed a lot. His body is now that of an adult, he is ninety-five years tall, his hair is long and black and reaches down to his shoulders, the front part he pulls back and ties into a small bun, the other part of his hair he wears loose. His skin is fair, his beard is abundant but well made, his body is strong and manly, his arms are full of veins and some scars he got during fights. In the eyes of the females, he has transformed himself into a beautiful male, with a perfect a*s over the tight black leather of his trousers.

In just four years, Occisor has struck terror into the lives of supernaturals. He has hunted, tortured and killed twenty-three wolves, fifteen witches, seventeen vampires and eight serial killers, though it is against the rules, he also tortures humans. All races feared him, and the government only didn’t go against him because there was no one better than him among them all, and they couldn’t afford to lose such a weapon to a human scumbag.

“Despicable humans” – that was Occisor’s opinion. But he did his best not to show it out of love for Margaret and Mari, who had their origins in that race.

Occisor became a wolf only once, when the three members of his family were cornered by the wolves of the Nebula pack, that was two years ago, he felt his whole body heat up, his eyes turned red, his bones broke and reshaped, the human body gave way to a huge black wolf with red eyes over two and a half metres tall. The dominance he exuded even hurt the other lycanthropes, it was almost as if they were in the overwhelming presence of the alpha’s genuine dominance. This caused them to retreat and flee, but Occisor wanted b***d and went after them, in the hunt he managed to kill six, five being only omegas who were forced by the alpha to stay behind so that the more powerful ones could flee. And that made Occisor even angrier, but unfortunately he only managed to kill one of the betas.

That day went down in the history of this race, what makes them flee, always keeping a lookout and watch for any sign that the killer was near, was to change territory, erasing all traces, and if necessary leaving the cimexs omegas and moons as a distraction.

The alpha of the Nebula pack as soon as he saw Occisor’s transformation before his eyes, he knew who he was dealing with. This was the cub rejected by the Rising pack. At the meeting the next morning, everyone condemned Rolfe, saying it was his fault that the offspring had rebelled against their own race. Rolfe didn’t know what to say, his chest ached, his mind raged, but no sound came out of his mouth.

The genuine one only smiled, “An outcast who allied himself with his enemies seeking revenge. It will be pleasurable to see him fall into despair, even more so, when he seems to have almost the same amount of dominance as mine. what do you seek, goddess?” – thought the true alpha as soon as he finished listening to the reports. But he could not afford to engage in combat now, time was passing, and he was not eternal, he needed to secure his heir first. So for that reason, he decided to keep those in the pack as far away from him as possible.

How about we be friends? – Occisor pulls out a chair and sits down opposite the stricken beta.

The beta is sitting in an iron chair, his arms and legs bound with leather straps. A silver knife is fully embedded in his abdomen.

I would never… I would never befriend a scum like you! – he growled in obvious disgust, which caused a smile to grace Occisor’s lips.

Trash? Me?

Yes! Allied with vampires and humans, hunting their own kind! You’re nothing but a f*****g traitorous piece of shit, a…. AAAAAAAH!

Occisor stabs two silver-coated steel cables, one in each knee of the lycanthrope before him.

My race, as you say, rejected me at birth – he touches a lever and a 2100 volt electric shock runs through the beta’s body, leaving him like that for eight seconds, They hunted me – another electric current – They accused my mother of treason – another shock and more screams come from the beta’s throat and the nanny is already foaming – They accused my aunt of desertion and treachery – another shock, all lasting between five and eight seconds – They murdered them in the most cruel way, two females who had no way of defending themselves!

After one more volley, Occisor was satisfied, the burns on the lycanthrope’s skin were already healing, except for the one on his abdomen and knees. The silver-coated handles did not allow the wounds to heal.

I can do this all day,” he threatened, grinning.

No… no please… I’ll talk…

All right, I’m all ears.

The witches… They are taking advantage of your hunting on our farm and doing even more rituals with virgin women… So protecting us from you, them and the vampires has become difficult. The genuine one doesn’t want to go to war… Not for now…

Why?

There was no answer, and Occisor is not known for being patient, he increased the voltages and unleashed another shock on the beta who screamed loudly.

‘You’d better get on with answering me.

He… He has a daughter…

What?

This took Occisor by surprise, in the books, the genuine alpha can only have one offspring in a lifetime, and that offspring is always a male.

Two cubs were born… The male died… The female survived and has the bloodstains on her fur…

What has that got to do with me not wanting war?

Occisor doesn’t care about those things, he just wants them all dead, females and males alike.

He needs an heir… He is waiting for her to come into heat and create a competition by giving her as a prize, and the offspring will be the direct heir of the genuine one.

I’m glad you cooperated with me -Occisor stands up from his chair.

Get me out of here, I’ve told you what I know! – he shouts in despair as he sees Occisor walking away.

Yes, you’re a f*****g traitor!

With that said, Occisor turns off the light in the room and fiddles with the lever, letting the electric currents kill the lycanthrope bit by bit. He will surely be dead tomorrow. His body will not be able to regenerate in time from so much damage.