My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 146

Alex

The werewolf world is, in a way, crueler than the human world. We don’t have courts and judges. Our laws and what decides a person’s fate is the word of the Alpha. And since we are all werewolves, an Alpha is usually driven by his instincts. We are animals, after all.

It’s something I’m embracing right now, my animalistic side. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, and I’m seeing red.

Tonight there will be bloodshed because my demon and I share the same idea: my dad, who doesn’t even deserve to call himself that, has to die. I can’t wait for my Alpha to decide his fate. Neither do I care that this might count as me going against my Alpha.

B***d will be spilled—that thought drives me forward as I thunder through the forest over rocks and moss with my eyes set on the path leading to my parent’s house.

I have to be quick, so no one can stop me. I left the Alpha’s mansion in haste, but I’m sure Lydia knows where I’m headed. She has probably informed the Alpha of my plans, yet I don’t give a f**k.

My dad will die. Rage fuels me, and the thirst to kill makes me snarl. My teeth hurt as if needing to bury themselves in the skin of my victim, and once I see his house, I narrow my eyes.

The time has finally come.

I don’t knock—I tear down the door with my paw. Wood chips fly off in every direction, and the neighbor stares at me. Avery and Damien will have to remove their memories later.

Not that I care.

The only thing on my mind is my dad as I press my arms into the small house, ready to dig him out. I hear a gasp from the kitchen and push myself elbow-deep into the hallway.

“W-what the f**k?!” I hear my dad bellow, and then there is a loud “BANG!” followed by the skin on my knuckles prickling—did the little fucker actually shoot me?! Bastard!

A snarl leaves my mouth, and then I reach forward, gripping the body of the small human before bringing him out of the house. The scent of fear is the first thing I notice, and dark satisfaction fills me when it mixes with the pungent smell of drunken piss.

My dad is terrified of my humongous form—good. This is probably how mom felt when he beat the crap out of her and shoved drugs that almost killed her into her system. I can’t believe he did that. They were fated mates, and I say “were” because I plan on correcting that.

I lift my hand, and huge, widened eyes meet mine. “f**k! W-what sort of ugly fucker are you?! Put me down!”

***

Does my dad really think he is in a position to f*****g tell me what to do? What a cunt! I would laugh if I could. My dad has never been a kind man. He was cruel to my siblings and me, but threatening mom like s**t is new and will also be his last crime.

I part my lips to speak in a loud, thunderous inhuman voice. “You… shall… die… for… your crimes…”

A gasp leaves my dad’s lips. “No, don’t kill me! I will do anything you ask of me! Please! Put me down! Please!”

It’s too late to beg for mercy now.

For years, my dad has tormented my family. He beat me the most since Asher was his favorite. The golden child, but Allen and I were the black sheep. We were constantly picked upon and pounded so hard that we could barely stand upright.

All because we weren’t as big as Asher and not as cut out to play football as my oldest brother. It didn’t matter that we were younger. My dad didn’t see that. He made us bleed because we were disappointments and too small to fit into the big league.

It doesn’t matter that I played football later in life. It didn’t matter that Allen did too. Our dad still saw us as disappointments. His small, weak little boys that weren’t good enough for him.

Well.

I’m certainly not small anymore.

My fingers circle tighter around my dad, and he squirms in response. I grin in delight. I feel so f*****g powerful. My dad’s face is turning red, soon purple as—

“ALEX!”

I look below, catching the horrified face of Tarryn down the street. Josie and Misha are standing behind her, staring at me. My mood darkens. Surely they can’t think I can be convinced to not bring justice. It would be too easy to end the miserable life of—

“Alex, please…” Tarryn is walking up to me with hesitant steps. She is so small and trembling, apprehensive of my form. “Put him down. You’re better than this. Killing your dad will only—”

I snap my dad’s neck, crunching him in my hand, which makes Tarryn scream in sheer terror. Josie and Misha are gasping at me too, but I couldn’t give less of a f**k.

It’s done.

The nightmare of my childhood is gone. My dad will never hurt my mom again, and sure, I’m the bad guy now. The Alpha can öock me up and put me in a prison cell in the pack dungeons. I don’t care. I’m just happy that my mom is finally safe from the psychopath that was my dad.

Justice has been served.

***

“He isn’t dangerous, Josie!” Tarryn growls. She is upstairs. I can hear her through the floorboards. I’m locked up in the dungeons, and I’ve been here for two days already.

“We don’t know that, Tarryn!” Josie hisses. “We saw Alex crunch his own dad in his hand, and even though Owen was a bastard, it wasn’t his call to decide he had to die for his crime! Alex should have waited a day or two for Misha to handle the situation!”

“Handle it?!” Tarryn scoffs. “And what would you have done? Locked up Owen in the dungeons? That man didn’t only mistreat his own mate and drug her up—he hurt his children too! I’ve talked to Sally—Owen was a terrible f*****g man and deserved to die!”

“If that is true, then it’s terrible, but the fact remains that Alex took things into his own matters!” Josie sounds frustrated. She is right, and I’m sure Tarryn knows that too, yet she won’t stop fighting for me.

“So what?!” Tarryn challenges.

“What do you mean so what?” Josie exclaims. “What if we let every single pack member take the law into their own hands? Because, don’t get me wrong, Tarryn. I agree with you—Owen deserved to f*****g die. Still, we can’t have pack members carrying out justice without discussing things with the Alpha first! What do you think will happen if we let Alex go home without any consequences? Everyone will start carrying out the law. And while Owen might have deserved to die, the next person someone decides deserves to die might be an innocent!”

That shuts Tarryn up, and I smile bitterly. Truthfully, I deserve to be caged up like a monster because—

‘Because you liked how powerful you felt when you killed your dad with your own claws and paws. Isn’t that right, Alex?’

When I don’t answer, the demon laughs inside my head, and I sink further into the wall, ashamed. I can’t even lie and say the demon within me is wrong because he is not.

I liked the violence far too much for what is normal.

The demon laughs louder inside my head. ‘This is great! I’ve found a host that doesn’t even bother to hide the bloodthirst within them—you’re dark, Alex. So f*****g dark, and I love it!’

Instead of answering, I hug my knees to my chest and stare down at the dirty floor with glazed eyes. If Misha is a wise Alpha, he will keep me locked up in the dungeons. Because after looking into my mind, I think we both know the truth: I’m f*****g insane.

I belong chained up to the wall.