Thirty two

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"Keep an eye on Dearil, we don't want anything going out of hand. Once he kills his first two to three victims then we take him down" Vaughn told Black, who nodded with a fixed stare on his face.

"And his human?"

"Ariel will make sure she's at the festival In time to get killed", he looked up and his eyes clashed with those of Detinos. "Make sure a word of this doesn't get outed, especially to Detinos, he is too fickle to be trusted".

"You can count on me, chief. I will make sure everything goes according to plan".

Detinos walked towards them, and once he got to them, he took note of the goblet of drinks on the table. "Keres said you sent for me"

"The heat is not as potent as we thought it would be".

"It is just the first wave father, I'm sure by the time the second wave hits, Dearil would have bitten somebody's head off. I am almost sure that he has not been eating right since he got his human".

"It doesn't matter, here" Vaughn Said, thrusting the wine glass into the hand of Detinos who glanced at his father, then at Black. "Go and offer this to Dearil".

"Why? Are you going to start giving him special treatment or something? He killed a pack member's father and we're just letting him roam around freely... I don't understand what is going on anymore..."

"Enough Detinos, this is why your father can never count on you to get anything done. Go, give him the drink then you can enjoy the night with your mate" he got out with a grimace.

Detinos glanced between the both of them and then grasped the drink tightly in his hand. "Fine. But I hope after this, I'll finally be let in on what has been going on all this while".

"The night might not end before you figure everything out Detinos, now go, do as you are told.

Detinos glared and bared his teeth but his father's warning growl got his hair standing on end and he reigned in his anger. Black was so freaking condescending, it was a war on a daily not to slash at his throat.

Black smirked, his lips curving sexily before he mouthed go and Detinos flinched in shock because he'd found himself staring at them, he'd also been breathing deeper just so he could more of the said Alpha he loathed scent.

Detinos stormed towards Dearil, berating himself for his error. It was the fucking heat and the scent of all the sex in the air. There was no way that he was staring at the lips of another Alpha. He just had to get the drink to Dearil, and then he would get back to his mate and lose his sanity in her warmth.

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Everything about the moon festivity made Dearil sick, and as he watched the alphas with their mates' sensual display, he knew it was going to be a long night of restraining himself.

His skin burned and sizzled, and he knew that the festival had definitely crashed with the heat. He shouldn't have left the house. He should have already chained himself in the basement.

The pheromones in the air thickened and he could feel his blood burning through his veins and the trousers he wore tightening as he felt himself harden.

But It was better to be at the festival than at his pack house, a place where his wolf knew that Jade was just within reach. He didn't trust himself enough and he knew without a doubt that with his lack of self-control, he was going to seek her out and It would end disastrously. He couldn't take the chance, he needed Jade alive.

"You look tense, how about a drink to calm the passion coursing through your veins? This is just the first wave Dearil, the second wave would be stronger than this, too bad you won't have anyone to share it with, so why don't you just nurse a drink instead" Detinos said, a mischievous look on his face.

Dearil stared at the drink he held In his hand, the rich dark red liquid enticing. The music tempo increased and the performers got onto the stage as the skyline opened and the ray of the moon poured into the center stage.

Detinos nudged him with the glass. "The drink won't drink itself dear brother".

"It won't, so maybe you should drink it up. Your mate looks rather lonely kneeling by your seat, so if you don't want the drink then why don't you take it to her instead?

Detinos smiled. "Why, do you think there is anything in the drink. I won't stoop so low brother. Your life already has a timeline, why should I bother with trying to bring it about quicker".

"That statement you made shows that you have been thinking about it though. Maybe I should also speculate about ending you all and bathing in the redness of your blood until the bloodlust in me is satisfied, wouldn't that make for a perfect moon festivity".

Detinos glared at him, then he lifted the glass to his lips and took two gulps, then stared at Dearil. "I thought we agreed to move forward, guess you're still stuck in your destructive way to ever be redeemed".

"I'll mind my business, you mind yours" Dearil snapped, the happenings around him getting to him and making him agitated.

If he killed anyone in front of so many wolves, then there was no doubt about it, they were all going to unanimously agree to have him killed, and he could fight, but in the end, they were going to overpower him with their number. He knew that his Father must have spent months plotting and scheming the whole scenario.

"Well, father told me to make sure you had all you need tonight, hence why we've prepared two omegas for you to share the heat with. By the time the second wave hit, you should be so sated, you wouldn't even feel like bathing in our blood".

Dearil bared his teeth, the voice of Detinos serving as a trigger to his wolf rage. Detinos never knew when to quit and every time Dearil interacted with other Alphas, especially him, it always made his blood crazy and temperamental. "I told you to fucking mind your business Detinos".

Detinos stepped closer to him, unaware of the dark imagery twirling around in his head. "I will if you accept my offer first," he said stretching the drink to him.

Dearil snatched it out of his hand and then tossed the drink back, he felt a sandy-like substance flowing down his throat as he swallowed, the taste of it a bit tangy. "Are we done here, can I have some quiet now".

Detinos grinned, his lips stretching wide. "of course brother, I'll leave you to yourself then" he said, made to go and stumbled a little. He laughed it off, forcing his body to straighten as he walked towards his mate, his lips immediately locking onto hers once he got to where she was kneeling. There was something off and frantic about the way he moved, it was as if he couldn't control his body. Pulling back from his mate, Detinos got up, then rushed through toward the restroom.

Dearil looked around the decorated mansion that looked more like an orgy camp since some of the mated wolves were already engaged in one sexual activity or the other as they gave into their desires, their decency tossed to the wind as they embraced the wild passion of the heat.

The burning in his blood Intensified, and as he made to take a step through the garden, he fell to his knees, the beast within him threatening to come out. The air thickened around him, the scent in the air magnifying to the point where it drove him insane.

Then it was rage, pure, undiluted rage. His claws ripped out causing him to roar, the sound of it carrying through the whole vicinity. All his senses went into overload in an instant, like a forceful current trying to fit through a tiny opening, and a low growl left his lips as he tried to gulp in the air greedily.

He was trembling all over, feeling hot and cold all at once. The clothes on his skin felt like too much, and he wanted to shift out of them, or out of his skin, he wanted his wolf to take over even tho Dearil knew it would only go on a killing spree.

His sense of smell and hearing seemed to become ten times sharper. He took a deep breath and he could feel every molecule in his lungs, felt each one racing through his arteries, felt each muscle tightening and loosening as he tried to rein in the demon within my soul.

There was no stopping the blood lust no matter how hard he tried and he could feel the others at the party getting agitated as their gazes fell on him. They were terrified of him and that only served to urge him on. The scent of their fear and terror of what he would do to them seemed to wrap around him, driving him further. He wanted nothing more than to destroy each of them. It was all fair, he could hear the thoughts in their head-those that had their shields down. They all wanted him dead. Well too bad, because he was getting to them first.

Muscles bunched on his arms, the veins becoming more pronounced as he got bulkier. His gaze became a bloody haze that only served to pinpoint where each member of the pack stood.

The two omegas were directly in front of him and the scent of undiluted fear in their blood pushed him over the edge.

Roaring like a feral beast, he leaped into the air, his claws aimed for their throat.

"DEARIL!" A familiar voice broke through the fog as she rushed to stand in front of the two omegas. Retracting his claws didn't happen fast enough and the tip of it broke the skin on her throat as he drew my hand back. Blood spilled down her slender throat, then seeped into the neckline of her dress. His chest heaved, the rumbling in his chest coming from deep within. He couldn't even see her properly through the haze but then her scent invaded his nostrils and instead of wanting to kill her, one thing was glaringly clear as the second wave of the heat washed over him and every other wolf in the vicinity.

"Mine! Mate!"