Alpha Rick
Chapter 53

Third Person POV

Brandon's hands are handcuffed behind his back with silver shackles, making his skin burn. But the adrenaline surging through his body keeps him from feeling much pain. He's mad, crazy mad, but just as Wesley had taught him, he remains calm and composed. It won't be long before he frees himself and tears his captors apart. All he needed to do was be patient and wait for the right moment to strike. "Walk, you imbecile. I am not going to repeat myself, and don't you dare try anything funny. I'll rip your damn head off, understand, boy?" Gunther says, menacingly as he grits his teeth, pulling on Brandon's hand and making him stumble a bit. Brandon can't help but growl low, as he fights with his wolf to keep calm. "Hey, you!" he yells at a guard standing post at the entrance to Hector DiMarco's territory. "Open the damn gate, and tell Hector we got a surprise for him. Hurry up!" he demands, making the guard growl.

Noah is fast to walk before the guard, striking him in the cheek as he hears him growl, making the young guard crash against the gate behind him. "Do as you are told, or I'll make sure you rot in a cell before I get a chance to kill this rogue in front of your alpha," he says, making the guard fear for his life.

The guard staggers to his feet and runs off to open the gate, mind linking the alpha that he has guests, and they have a surprise for him.

They drag Brandon all the way inside the territory, making him stumble a few times before he is shoved before Alpha DiMarco, making him fall on his side before him. "Got a little gift for you, Hector. Now..." Noah says with a wicked smile on his face. "How about that precious gift you promised I brought you none other than the rogue king before you, huh?" he says, as his mind begins to roam with perverted thoughts of the girls Hector has captive in his dungeon for him in exchange for the rogue king's capture. "So this is the infamous rogue king? Huh!" he says scuffing as he looks down at Brandon. He kicks him harshly on his stomach and smiles as he hears Brandon grunt in pain. He kicks him again, and again, making Brandon stumble onto his back, growling as he tries to control his wolf.

"Not so fucking badass now, are we, little king?" he says, grabbing him by the shirt and punching him on his jaw repeatedly. "I'm going to enjoy torturing you slowly until you beg me to kill you, bitch." Hector says, gritting his teeth as he spits his words in Brandon's face.

"By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna be wishing you never helped that stupid bastard daughter of mine," he says, making Brandon spit blood in his face, making him shut his eyes and look away.

Hector wipes his face and then punches Brandon again, making him fall to the ground, and kicks him again repeatedly until he's had enough. His breath is staggered as Brandon coughs as he turns on his stomach. Hector fixes his shirt, tossing his hair back as he runs his fingers through it.

Noah and Gunther look in satisfaction as Brandon lies in agony, with his mouth and nose bleeding, and numerous red marks on his face from the blows Hector landed on him. His clothes were covered in dirt and old dried grass, as he grunted to regain his posture. If they only knew what fate awaited them. As soon as he sets himself free, all hell will break loose. He's always been able to communicate with all the rogues he has rescued, just as any pack would, they had become a family as well. He had a long mind linked to them and told them of his whereabouts. It won't be long before they crash their party and help him rip them apart, one by one.

But the satisfaction and honor of killing Noah would be his. And his alone.

"The deal was you bring his head. And you bring my bastard daughter back to me as well. So where is she?" he demands, making Noah irritated.

"The deal was I bring you the rogue king, and you demanded he tell you where he keeps her hiding, so you can go and take care of her yourself. Now give me my damn price," he says, fisting his hands and clenching his jaw.

"Your price?" Hector replies, chuckling as his eyes darken. Brandon is toying with his handcuffs, ignoring the burnt feel of the silver as he tries to set himself free.

"Fuck off, Noah. There's no deal unless," he says, looking down at Brandon. He walks up to Noah and looks at him sternly as he clenches his jaw. They seem to have a stare down for a second, giving Brandon a few more seconds to try and break the cuffs. "Unless what?" Noah replies, not backing down from his gaze.

"You have a drink with an old friend," he says before both men burst into laughter and shake hands in joy.

"You old weasel. Took you long enough. I thought you were bluffing when you said you could catch the king. Now the only thing left is replaceing my bastard daughter and getting rid of her. Once we do that, my little Alana can take over as Alpha of my pack. This old wolf is ready to retire." he says, stretching as he begins to walk toward the pack house.

Noah chuckles, nodding in disbelief. If you ask him, they were not old enough to retire. They were in their prime, ready to keep conquering the world, and taking over more packs that were too small and vulnerable to handle their wrath.

"Gunth, get this mutt into the pillory and make sure you tighten his cuffs pretty good. The other alphas will be here soon, we wouldn't want to see them miss the action before they get here," he says, patting Hector on his shoulder as they chuckle and walk away. Gunther pulls him up harshly as he pretends to be badly hurt. A perfect distraction to grab the keys and hide them in his palm, sliding them down his sleeve and through his shirt, making them go down to the inside of his shoe as Gunther drags him away. Instead of setting him on the pillory as he was told, he throws him against a poll, making Brandon's shoulder hit the poll, and he falls to the ground. He then ties a silver chain around his torso, making the chain go between his hands which Gunther thinks are still right around his wrists, leaving the chain still with enough feet to let him walk a few steps if he wanted to.

Besides, with the stinging sensation of the silver and the beating he just received, he doubts Brandon could go anywhere.

"I told you, kid, you should have never come back. Why couldn't you and your daddy just leave as we warned you? Now your daddy is gonna be all alone, with no one else left to watch over his sorry crippled ass." Gunther says, making Brandon mad. Brandon growls, standing up abruptly, making Gunther's face go pale. He launches himself toward him but falls back as the chain pulls him back, making Gunther chuckle.

"Nice try, but you're not getting away this time. You're going to rot in here for the rest of the little time your sorry excuse of a life you have. And I will have the time of my life enjoying the rest of my life without you around." he says, chuckling as he nods his head, feeling victorious. "Oh, and... did I tell you?" he says, pointing a finger toward him, "Your sister, Olivia... She's alive, and she's hot. Who knows... with you soon out of the way, and us living in her territory for a while, there will be no one to stop me from finally getting my way with her. Who knows? I might make her my new bitch?" he says, making Brandon and his wolf lose it.

He of course knew Livie was alive, he had just seen her. But there was no way in hell he would allow some perverted middle-aged bastard to place a single finger on her.

He growls, trying again as he kicks his foot, making Gunther fall to the ground, making Brandon take advantage as he wraps his feet around his neck and begins to choke him.

Gunther struggles, exposing his wolf nails and digging them into Brandon's flesh, but the rage inside him blinds Brandon. He tightens his legs until there is a loud cracking sound of Gunther's neck breaking.

Gunther suddenly stops fidgeting as his body lies lifeless before Brandon. "You will never touch my sister or any other girl ever again, you disgusting pig. Mark my words, you and all your generation are doomed. I'll make sure your lineage becomes extinct for the rest of time. Fucking pig." Brandon says as he kicks Gunther's body, spitting at him, and then scooches back toward the poll as he takes in a much-needed breath.

His eyes close, as he leans his head back against the poll, feeling the sting on his sore muscles from Hector's kicks and punches. "Hurry, guys. I don't know if I'll be able to take on all of them on my own." he mind-links, hoping that his members are on their way to save him.

He slowly drags his foot, looking for the key, but realizes it's not there. The key had fallen out as he was choking Gunther, and he looked around everywhere for it, but with no luck.

Then he sees it, it's way past Gunther's body, where he won't be able to reach for it. It's too far, and no one will come to see him here, for the only ones allowed in that part of the territory are the alphas and their betas. There's nothing else he can do but wait, his body is feeling tired and weak from the silver and the beating. If he can just rest a little, he knows he can try again, Maybe, if luck can get on his side, he can break the metal poll, and maybe the chain can break. Maybe he can get the cuffs to lose enough for him to slip his hands through...

Whatever happens, he needs to keep trying. He can't give up. For his sake, for Livie's sake, for Dad's sake.