Chapter three

CHAPTER THREE

Axel

Mayhem…

That's what I am, and that's what I live to unleash.

Ever since I'd tasted vengeance, it had become like a drug, temptation drawing me into it's void and now it was fucking hard to let go.

I was Axel Ivankov, son of Jackson Ivankov.

After my father stepped down from rulership, I came into power as supreme alpha of the galaxy pack.

Now I was treading in his footsteps, surpassing his ways even.

East to West, my name was well known and it sent shivers down the spines of every one of my citizens, even foreigners trembled whenever they came before me and the strongest of Alphas came to me in alliance, pleading loyalty to my pack because of how much power I possess.

I earned the title Mayhem when I single handedly assassinated the hunters that had evaded our pack house at eleven thus saving the women of our family, when father was away on a mission.

That's when Mama knew her son had lost his innocence.

Ever since then, I've been a man led by a vision of vengeance, and a power to defeat.

Now, I was a soldier in the soul, an alpha by blood while my heart was ruled by strong family ties.

Tonight, standing atop the infamous Sephora hill with a proud stance, I had a view of the entirety of my country, one I had remolded with my very own hands ever since I took over as Alpha.

This was my land.

A land where my name would be engraved in the fucking sands of time.

But the hill I was standing on was a threshold of danger. 

It was my brink of vengeance.

A ground where I unleash my fury and stain the soil with the blood of my foes, to attain victory against them.

That's why it's fucking infamous.

And tonight, I had another soul to send to hell.

The sound of male presences sliced in from my back, signaling the arrival of my warriors with the long awaited prey for the night.

As supreme alpha, the pack's safety comes first, so dealing with the threats on our territory was more important hence, I skipped my bachelorette party happening tonight.

Torac, my gamma sent me a mind link,

/He’s here'/, sending a wave of dark fulfillment down my nerves.

Before I turned, facing the traitor for the day. 

I sauntered towards them and in that moment, our captive was pushed to my feet. Arms and legs bound, but I ordered for him to be untied.

“And who do we have here for tonight?” I inquired maliciously as I crouched down to his level.

The sack covering his head was removed and a bruised and battered man came into my view, with his eyes roaming the environment alarmingly.

I smirked as I took him in.

He was a hunter.

Their stupid league for the longest time now, had been a pain in the ass. 

Preying down on our wolves.

Now I had their leader kneeling at my feet.

Gregory Kade or whatever the fuck he is called.

And I'm about to teach him a fucking lesson…

His guards went up, eyes darting around him in fright, “Who are you people? Why was I brought here?” He barked to no reply, as my warriors only stood around awaiting my strike.

I chuckled, a low dark one as I turned my back to him, glaring at the sea before this hill.

“Gregory Kade…” I hissed.

“Good to finally meet the man presiding over the stupid league…”

“Who the Fuck are you?” Came his daring voice.

With a sinister chuckle, I turned, crouching down to his face level with a piercing stare, “The big bad wolf, the one at your backyards.”

“The one, your team keeps preying on his land….” I added, with a dark smirk.

For a moment, a flicker of recognition flashed through his eyes, making him instantly tense up.

“Wolves….I knew it…” He gasped and like a fool, 

He jerked up, reaching into pockets, for wolfsbane.

Wrong and stupid move.

I had smelt it earlier, but I'm not about to allow him to use it on me,so I kicked it out of his hand and in the next second, I seized him up with my hand on his neck, raising him to mid air.

“Tell me how you would like to die, Kade.“ I demanded, glaring into his fiery eyes.

“Let me….down….” He croaked out.

But I wasn't done with him yet….

With a single change of my eye color, and intense glare, I knocked him back to the tree, granting him a very harsh impact.

He groaned, rolling about on the grass, as I pranced towards him, unlocking my wolf claws.

I loomed over him with a sneer and continued.

“I sent warnings across to your league, didn't I?”

He struggled to regain composure, as his defiant eyes locked with mine, “We have a duty to protect humanity, and that entails wiping out ungodly creatures from existence ... .your kind…” he sneered.

He coughed, spurting out blood.

"Once I get out of here….”

I snickered, pressing my foot to his chest, with a snarl, I continued, “It's funny you think you'll live after this, no traitor leaves Sephora hill alive….”

And with a hiss, I squatted to his level,

“So, any last words?”

He had a fearless yet bruised expression, “Kill me. Kill me all you want but remember, it's your pack against an entire league. The hunters will not stop until we bring an end to your disturbing existence…”

I smirked with dark contempt, “I'd like to see them try, in the meantime say hello to my ancestors will you?”

And that was the end of my fucking patience.

With a single slice of my wolf claws over his chest, he was gone. Leaving me to frown at his lifeless body.

“Too damn easy…”

Torac was beside me, also glaring at the mess.

“He’s done. We managed to retrieve a shitload of wolfsbane from his undercover junk store, which we’ve discarded and after hacking his system, we’ve realized more undercover spots. Soon, we will be bringing in more hunters. Also, he has a son, Edward. We are on the lookout for him as well.”

“Good. Clear him out.” I ordered, rolling my neck to loosen the kink and he nodded.

“What about the clip? We got the whole act on camera as you requested….” Torac offered, after mobilizing our warriors to dispose of Gregory.

Locking in my wolf abilities, I sneered, 

“Send it to the league of hunters, let them know I've declared a fucking war…”

To which he nodded.

Getting out of there, I settled into the car, instructing my beta, Julian, to drive me home.

I decided to completely ditch the bachelorette party.

“They had some nerve preying on Mayhem’s territory…” he hissed, absolutely pissed off as well as he swerved the car.

Adjusting my jacket, I replied, “And I showed them why I shouldn't be messed with….”

He nodded, “Hopefully, it should take them a few weeks before they strike again, they’ll be too busy mourning Gregory, and while they are at it, we’ll be celebrating your grand union. It's not everyday an alpha gets married you know…” he teased me with a growing smirk.

Talk about my fucking wedding, a certain mischief came to mind.

One I had pulled against pack fidelis.

“Did you send the invitation across?” I asked, relishing in dark contentment.

“Sealed, and delivered…” he snickered darkly.

“I can only imagine the shock on their faces..”

Yet, I was more concerned about the shock on Diane’s face.

The last memory I have of her, was when she was writhing with pleasure under me, that was before my vengeance came into full swing that night.

And since then, I haven't laid my eyes on the sexy vixen. Hopefully, she attends the wedding.

Family was one part of my life I did not play with.

They meant the world to me, so whenever I'm home, I usually leave the monster outside.

Getting in, the house was almost empty save for mum and Aunt Irene whom I found making dinner.

Everyone else was probably at the bachelorette party….

And my prince Saviour, I found him nestled on the island block in the kitchen, playing around with his toys, and having a good time with mum and aunt Irene.

Ever since the day I brought Saviour home, they'd done nothing but shower him with so much affection. My son was the star of their eyes and my big joy.

He was the only one that made sense in this fucked up life I lived now.

He burst into excitement, alerting everyone at the sight of me.

“Dada…” that was his word for me.

His eyes gleamed in excitement as he was lowered to the ground after which he took cute shaky steps towards me.

He was my world….

My pride….

“My little boy…”, crouching down, I picked him into my arms, ruffling his hair, earning me non stop grinning and light chuckle as he bounced excitedly in my arms.

He got his good looks from, obviously me, and then his mother, too bad she was just the baby machine….

Nothing else to me.

But damn, my boy would be a serial charmer and heartbreaker, just like his father, when he grows up.

I'd just acknowledged mum and Aunt Irene in greeting, placing a peck on mum’s forehead, when she placed a hand on he waist in a questioning manner, 

“Aren’t you supposed to be at your bachelorette party?”

“I ditched it…” I replied as my focus remained on my son.

“Why?”

“It's not important.”

She shook her head unbelievably, “You're getting married, you really need to drop these bad habits, and give love a chance, my boy…”

I scoffed, “Love? Love is a sham….”

“What your father and I share is not a sham….” she reprimanded.

“Mum, you can't change my mind..” I breathed out, making her turn to Aunt Irene who was with her.

“Talk to your nephew , would you? Since he never listens to anyone but you…” she groaned and she was right.

Irene Ivankov, my beloved aunt, was my second heart-throb.

The only woman I defeated pack fidelis for. I loved her even more than I loved my own mother, and I don't feel guilty about that.

“Are you ready for your wedding?” she began softly once mother was back into the kitchen.

Raising a carefree shoulder I replied,“ I'm set to take Sophia's hand in marriage…”

“No, I mean are you truly ready to play the role of a husband?”

“I know how to fuck….”

“Axel,” she hushed, earning her a dirty grin from me.

Aunt Irene had never approved of my Casanova ways. Little does she know, I'm a very generous man, especially when it comes to my cock.

She folded her arms, “You're getting married. I want you to value your marriage and all that comes with it. And by that, you'll need to drop your whoring ways. Commitment is such a beautiful thing and maybe, if you don't love Sofia now, the older you grow in marriage, the feelings may come…”

There it was, the stupid marriage advice I'd successfully avoided all week.

I wanted to roll my eyes, but then again, I respected her too much to do that.

Doesn't she know, I already put myself to that at the hands of Diane and it made me realize that commitment was not the most fun activity.

And no, I don't believe in loving any of my whores, Sofia inclusive.

The only people that had my love were the women in my family and my dearest son.

To the rest of the world, I was considered a tyrant alpha king, but I was soft only for them.

And to my son, I promised myself to be there for him at all times.

Behind the closed doors of my room, I did the weirdest shit ever for my son.

Daddy duties were tasking but once again, I'd managed to get through our night routine together which was just of me, bathing with him, I fed him dinner, smoothed my hands on his back until he burped, then I put my boy to sleep in his cot…

As he drifted to sleep, I placed a kiss on his forehead, mumbling “I love you..” 

Father's study was my next destination.

Entering the dimly lit room, I found my old man, smoking away his age with a glass of whiskey to go.

“I thought you’d miss it tonight…” he said referring to the chess game before him, which we hold on weekend nights. Tonight, he thought I'd miss it because of my bachelorette but I simply shook my head, settled into the seat opposite him and grabbed myself whiskey.

“I think I love playing chess with pops more than I enjoy Sofia's company….”

“Thought you loved her…”

I shrugged nonchalantly, where did they all get that idea from?

 “I love what she has to offer” I simply stated.

The only reason I was marrying Sofia was because of the strong political link her father offered, that's why I willingly reunited with her, even after I broke our mate bond years ago.

Being the only daughter of the alpha of the crystal pack, marrying her would bring mienna villes, her land under my wing, which was an intelligent thing to do now.

And after Gregory Kade, I needed to recruit more warriors to take on the league of hunters.

“I was told you visited Sephora hill tonight…” He started, once we were on the game.

“Had some dirt to clear up….” 

“You took out Gregory….” he had an approving smirk.

“Such a fucking achievement….” I hissed, contentedly, as I chugged my wine.

He nodded, brows quivering in approval, “You keep making your old man proud…”

“And Beta Julian informed me that you're pushing for a war against the league… “ he stated, after I beat him in the first round.

Shrugging, I relaxed back ever so confidently, “Someone has to put all their shit show to an end and I'm taking the honors of doing so…”

He looked uneasy, yet he growled darkly,

“Are we ready for a war with humans?”

“Yes.” I replied.

I leaned forward before continuing, “We will mobilize more warriors, my union with Sofia will grant us power in mienna villes, we’ll use their warriors to our advantage and bring an end to the shitty hunters.

We’ve folded our hands for the longest…

It's time we strike, and while at it, we’ll take the fucking last laugh.”

He leaned back, nodding his head, ”Intelligible. With you, in power, I know we are on a winning streak…”

“But now, your wedding is in two days, I hope you're just as excited as I am for this union…”

“Ofcourse, why won't I be?”

I relaxed back in my seat, rubbing my jaw when a vision of a certain vixen whom I had invited came to mind.

Father didn't know yet….

But honestly, I was more looking forward to seeing Diane's horrified face when I put a ring around Sofia’s finger. 

I retired to bed after two more rounds of chess and whiskey.

I had a long day and I needed rest.

I was surprised to find Sofia sitting on my bed, with a certain friend of hers whom I recognized to be Tara, one of my fuck mates too.

“What are you two doing here?” I frowned, in no mood to entertain them in my personal bedroom.

“Aren't you supposed to be at the bachelorette party?” 

Even though I broke our mate bond a long time ago, she was still obsessed with me.

“You missed the bachelorette party…” she replied submissively and she wasn't even mad or demanding. 

A certain human being would have chewed my head off for doing so, had we still been dating….

But I cast away any thoughts of her, Sofia was different.

She would willingly drop to her feet and lick my boot if I told her to, yet something about her being too submissive didn't sit right with me.

“I had work..” I replied bluntly, settling into the single couch at the corner.

“You seem stressed, let me make it up to you….” she offered, approaching me.

Tara, my Friday girl who was sitting on the bed, also stood up walking to me, “Let us make it up to you…..”

Yet, Sofia’s expression was nothing short of compliant.

This was why she would make the perfect Luna for me.

Infidelity and I go hand in hand, it was a fucking talent and I knew there was no way marriage would lead me to strangle my cock to one pussy for life.

So even though I was getting married, I'd made it clear to Sofia that it would be an open relationship and she was fine with it.

She was fine with sharing me with Tara.

Tara knelt before me, palming my crotch, while Sofia, came behind me, snaking her hand down my upper body sensually, placing pecks around my face, luring me in.

“Sofia…” I groaned, once her hands found their way into my shirt, teasing me more.

“Let us make you feel like the king you are…” Tara whispered sensually as she unzipped me.

I'm not a very obedient boy, never had been one.

So whatever aunt Irene said about commitment flew out of the window, immediately their touch connected with my bare skin.

After all, I wasn't married yet…

“Get to work now, the two of you….” I rasped, to their satisfaction, eyes darkening before immersing myself in pure pleasure to seal the fucked up night.