Free Web NovelChapter 114: Mad Monster I
[Third POV]
"Is there a threat, Alpha Damon?" Alpha Natan growled out. He slammed his hands against the desk, standing to his feet, bristling with rage.
Damon merely smiled, a sadistic grin dripping off his face like honey off a hive. Slowly, he tilted his head innocently to one side, as though he was a young boy asking an innocent question, all while maintaining the smile that held no hint of warmth in it. In fact, it was quite the opposite. There was an unspoken chill about that expression; one look was enough to send shivers running through anyone’s body.
"If you perceive it as such," Damon casually replied without blinking.
He crossed one leg over the other, flexing his fingers as he intertwined them over his knee. If anything, he seemed to be right at home, with Alpha Natan the one coiling in unease.
"I would say it’s more like a... business proposal," he continued. "I have provided the terms of negotiation― you chose to reject it. Thus, I will go through with my original plans. The choice was yours on whether to do it peacefully or not." freewёbnoνel.com
Alpha Natan scoffed out loud. Then, it slowly became a small laugh before evolving into a full-blown belly-gripping guffaw. He shook his head, his face in the palm of his hands before he peeped through the cracks between his fingers at Damon. A diabolical smile stretched his lips even after he had caught his breath, his shoulders still quaking in delight.
"Oh, Alpha Damon," he said, "have you forgotten? Ironclaw is a city of silver― you and your wolves are useless here within our walls. What army are you going to bring in to attack us with? On the contrary..."
The doors suddenly burst open and in charged a dozen men, their silver weapons pointed straight for Damon’s vital points. Barely any space was left between the pointed tips of their spears and swords and Damon’s skin, yet the man barely even flinched. In fact, he maintained his shit-faced grin, something that caused Alpha’s Natan’s eyebrow to twitch in frustration.
What was this madness? How could this man still smile so carefreely, as though his life wasn’t in immediate danger? Just one order from Alpha Natan and the spear would run right through him, ending his reign of terror right then and there.
Silver could turn even the most durable of werewolves into nothing more than a weak human― they couldn’t regenerate or heal themselves when harmed with silver weapons. So how could Alpha Damon still be so calm and collected?
As far as Alpha Natan knew, Damon wasn’t immune to silver. He was oddly resistant to it, sure — both he and his annoying little brother were — but when met with a high volume of the metal, they would still eventually succumb to its effects. That much was freshly acquired information from their latest source of intel.
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Why was Alpha Damon acting this way, as though everything was in the palm of his hands?
"You seem to be mistaken about something, Alpha Natan."
Slowly, Damon stood to his feet. He gently pushed the weapons away, and likewise, the warriors that were guarded against Damon could only watch with fear and confusion in their eyes. They had never met a werewolf that was so comfortable in silver― even the werewolves born and raised in Ironclaw feared its effects.
"I need no army to handle the likes of you," Damon said simply. "I am enough."
By Natan’s command, the warriors moved a little closer, edging in with their weaponry. Yet, Damon hardly even batted an eyelid.
"I―" Suddenly, he paused.
Damon’s eyes widened when he felt a rush of fear jump through his body. It felt like an electric shock, bursting through and bombarding the walls of his blood vessels, rushing straight for his heart. The unfamiliar sensation felt as though he was suddenly drenched in cold water― his fingers felt numb and his knees felt weak.
However, Damon was so sure that this wasn’t his own feeling. He had nothing to fear. Yet, it felt like someone had their hands clasped over his heart, squeezing it so tightly that it felt difficult to breathe.
It took him a second before Damon finally connected the dots. These weren’t his feelings― they belonged to Harper. He felt them before; the one-sided bond still allowed him to feel her emotions, though it was never as strong as this. Last time, he simply knew. Now, he felt as though he was going through the exact same thing she was.
Seeing this, Alpha Natan thought that he finally had the upper hand. Finally, the idiot alpha realized that he was being outnumbered. This served him right to be so cocky― Alpha Damon definitely bit off more than he could chew by bragging like that!
However, all of that confidence disappeared as quickly as it came. Damon’s eyes slowly rose, the blue of his irises frosty. One look and it felt as though Alpha Natan was plunged into the rushing rivers in winter, his clothes weighing him down and his lungs running short of air.
This feeling of oppression... That’s right. Alpha Natan had forgotten. Fangborne was the pack that recently overthrew Shadowpelt, the prior ruling pack of the werewolves. While Alpha Damon was never crowned as the new alpha king, he certainly had the air of one.
Instantly, all the warriors present in the room — including Alpha Natan — began to tremble. Their bodies felt weak and the weapons in their hands suddenly felt like they weighed like an anchor. They had no strength to lift them up, even with gloves protecting their hands from the silver.
"What did you do to her?" Damon growled out, his voice low.
He took one step forward. Once he neared the weapons, the warriors that were holding them suddenly felt them being thrown wayward. They could no longer control their own armaments― it felt as though they had suddenly gained a life of their own.
The warrior wolves could only gasp in shock as they were flung off their feet, their hands desperately clutching onto their spears, trying to hold them in place. It only resulted in them losing their balance, quickly clearing a path for Damon to reach Alpha Natan.
Alpha Natan only had time to gasp before Damon’s hands clasped around his neck, squeezing tightly until all he could see were stars. His own hands quickly tried to pry Damon’s grip off him but it was no use. Even though he was surrounded by silver, it didn’t seem like Damon was affected even for a bit. It was utterly incomprehensible. The intelligence must have been faulty!
In fact, Alpha Natan was quickly getting overpowered by this younger wolf!
He needed to shift. That was the only way he could get stronger. That was the only way he could protect himself from this mad monster. Alpha Natan felt his blood practically rumble through his body, roaring in his ears.
Shift. Shift!
"This is the last time I am repeating myself," Damon said. His fangs were bared, the glowing blue of his eyes like the beckoning of death’s cold hands. "What did you do to Harper?"
