Make Peace With It

Fear gripped his heart watching the monster in front of his eyes. Didn't they say that the girl wasn't even able to shift and only had a toxic aura to protect herself? What were these abilities? He never heard about some werewolf or vampire holding such abilities.

How was she able to control her aura and focus it in one direction? What was this golden light that electrocuted his whole being and left him paralysed? Most of all, what was this soul tearing pain he felt every time she pulled some blue fire like thing out of his chest?

It was unbearable. He wailed in agony, begged for her forgiveness, cried pitifully, but nothing stopped her from continuing what she was doing. The girl watched his pitiful expressions with amusement, as if watching some comedic play. Sometimes, she'd increase or decrease the amount of her aura to observe the change in the alpha's wails. He was an experimental rat on her table.

Her aura was suffocating him and corrupted his cultivation core faster than fire. He could feel his core turning ashy with every moment that passed. At that moment, he didn't care if she destroyed his cultivation core. As long as she left him alive, he'd be eternally grateful to her. This filthy omega, he cursed in his heart, seemed to have other plans however.

He was getting tired of begging her when she didn't look fazed a bit. The door to her room had long been pushed open by the maid who had escorted him the other day. When his torturer decided to give him some moments to breathe, he laid there huffing. After some moments he turned to look at the little servant girl who looked a little intimidated compared to the other two standing by her side.

He felt regretful. Why did he have to set his eyes on the cursed being when there was this girl and countless more maids. He himself had wished for his death otherwise he'd be very much having fun at the moment when he was scared for his life. His gaze darkened.

Unaware of the fact that his thoughts were audible for a certain someone, the man decided the young maid to be his next target after somehow escaping the current predicament. He only had to make his predator believe that the punishment right now had opened his eyes.

A series of electric shocks jolted him awake from the daydream and he unconsciously cursed. "You wretched monster, I'll kill you. I'll drag you naked around the town and fuck you in front of everyone. I'm a duke, a high alpha. I'll recover soo… Ahhhhhhh…."

That only seemed to have further infuriated the predator who bent a little to place her hand on his chest and pulled it up harshly. A high pitched scream echoed around the courtyard when she ripped a large part of his soul directly from his chest, causing him to bleed and pass out.

He had no idea what she was doing to him. Only Aurelia knew that it was soul ripping ability that she was blessed with. Coming to think of it, she thought to herself. She might not be a werewolf. In her existence of eighteen years, the girl had not felt her wolf presence for even once.

She was unable to shift and had such indescribable abilities that no werewolf seemed to possess. She had learned to control these abilities over the years with her own practice. As for her listening abilities, she had not even confided Aunt Feng and Roma on it.

Was she really a werewolf? Well, she was. Might be a hybrid or defected, but she really was a werewolf. She could feel the sense of belonging to this word in herself. She was now losing interest in the weak prey and finished off earlier than planned.

Aurelia looked at her maids, one of which stared at the dead body in her feet with wide eyes. Taking her signal Roma stepped forward and pulled Rose along. "Let's go."

"W..where?" Her heart jumped to her throat when she noticed that Roma pulled her towards the dead Alpha.

She tried to free her hand from Roma's grip. This man gave her creeps. She feared he'd suddenly jolt awake and try to touch her inappropriately like he did a few days ago or like he watched her a few moments ago. Poor girl was deeply traumatized.

Aurelia's heart softened and she told her, "he's gone for good. Come have a look!" She extended her hand towards the little girl and beckoned her to go forward. "See, he's dead. He can't harm you now. You have to get over the fear of horrible men and look forward to meeting amazing men. The world is full of people with beautiful hearts, you just have to wait a little to reach them, alright?"

Rose nodded in a daze. Her mistress's words gave her a reassuring message that even though she met terrible men continuously, there were good men to look forward to. There are good and bad people in the world. It depends on a person to choose whom to let influence themselves.

"Now, help me throw this filth out in the courtyard?" To Aurelia's question, she once again nodded dazedly. Her motions were mechanical as she took a piece of cloth, slid it under the dead man's hand holding the cloth's both corners and tied it at his wrist.

Together with Roma, whose movements she had copied, Rose held the longer end of cloth tied to the man's wrist and dragged him outside before dropping him on the ground in front of countless people. They immediately returned with a stoic face, not giving away any kind of emotions.

For Roma that was really how she felt, indifferent. But as soon as Rose entered back inside the quarter, the girl started trembling. This was her first time being so close to a dead body. She kept fearing that the dead alpha's ghost would continue to haunt their courtyard.

Aurelia moved forward and patted her shoulder, "when a man attacks a woman's honor, the woman has every right to attack back. He was a despicable man who destroyed countless innocent women. He deserved to leave. Make peace with it."

She then stepped out into the courtyard. The battle wasn't over yet.