Chapter 81
[DRESCHER]
Of the things that parents would always ask for when they prayed for kids, their doom was never one of those on the list. It was under bail because there was no parent ever who would ever wish their kid would be the reason they were murdered or used as lab experiments in front of people who were not sure what they needed to say to make the madness stop. There were so many variables, so much pain but none more than the existent confusion in the Volkov family. This right here was clearly unexpected and they had hoped the king could stop.
But the cease order never came.
There was a wave of mixed emotions as the rodents clawed Drescher’s mother apart, the blood flowing down from her belly increasingly thick. The poor woman looked like she was losing her consciousness and at a fast rate. Her screams were growing quieter as the sound of hearts shattering for her grew louder. The gasps in the room were muffled but even beneath all that, they could only hope that the woman didn’t suffer. It was all ironic, seeing the state she was in and the squeaky sound of rats struggling to find a way out by using her belly as the softest path.
This was insanity, there was no denying it. Then again, hers was fate that her son had fucked over and selected specifically for her. She was just a mother… the mother to a beast, one that didn’t give two shits if she died or not. The people in the throne room all had been thinking that the king had been bluffing and yet even then they didn’t say anything. No one could because most who knew Miroslav Ibrahimovich knew that he would never forgive an interruption. The only person who could stop him was Ralphine, and yet somehow she was sitting there, head held high as she watched amusedly as the rodents did their thing
The screams from Mama Drescher made the entire throne room sound like a torture chamber, even as her son watched in disbelief. Beta Drescher Volkov was in enough pain already with the ants fucking with him, not to mention the heat around him increasing tenfold with every second that passed. It was like Drescher had walked himself into a furnace and didn’t know what the fuck he needed to do to get out of it without causing more people harm.
“Please, take me in her stead,” Papa Drescher begged and pleaded as his wife screamed helplessly for mercy. He couldn’t take it anymore but he couldn’t even free himself from this place. Hell, he wasn’t even sure when the fuck his ability to speak had been restored but he just couldn’t stand seeing his mate like this It hurt and broke his heart tenfold and he tried to look away, but with his wife holding his gaze, begging him silently to help her, there was no way that Papa Drescher was leaving his mate here like this.
Drescher’s younger twin sisters were in shock. They hadn’t ever seen such a precarious way of torturing and at the same time, they hadn’t expected that when the invite came for house Volkov to meet the Lycan king, they would be here like this. The invite was more of a threat because their parents hadn’t told them. It was a warning, a reminder that if the Volkov family didn’t come to Asmoria, the entire realm would be brought down save for Asmoria. It was that simple and clearly the Volkov parents knew the reputation of the Lycan king, seeing as they didn’t waste any time in presenting themselves to the Lycan king.
“Mama” the twins whispered defeatedly as they watched their mother be ruined right before them. This was not the kind of thing they had hoped for, but when they had come here they had shown up as requested, only to find their brother in the middle of some damn mess, looking like he was the only one who mattered in the entire mess. They had been cursed with a selfish sibling, who didn’t even budge when the chaos he had triggered came to bite his family back. This man was a few nuts too loose and that scared the hell out of the Volkov sisters.
“Make them stop, Dre… tell them mama is innocent. Tell them Marna did nothing wrong,” one of Drescher’s sisters said to the Koslov beta who was grimacing in pain. He was running too and he couldn’t handle this. However, as he looked between his sister, his mother, and the Lycan king. Drescher made his choice. He knew it wasn’t the best of them all, but he wasn’t about to budge just because they were his family. He had an agenda and he would see it through no matter what hell brought him to it. He wouldn’t stop.
“Is that all you got? Huh? Tormenting my mother thinking I’ll plead for mercy? Kill her if you must, I do not give a shit,” Drescher said and the queen lifted her head to look at the man before them. This had to be the cruelest child on earth. His family was innocent and yet he preferred to sacrifice the most of them for his ego. This man wasn’t serious with his life. Was this what family meant to him? Were they really that useless to him? Drescher was a traitor and that was something that his
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family knew firsthand. And–le was a cruel wretched son.. Nothing was ever going to change that.
“Get the girls out of here… take their father too,” the queen commanded and the warriors didn’t even look at their king for approval. The past few months they had gotten to learn that whatever Ralphine said was never going to be objected to by the king. Her word was final, just like how the king’s command was final. It went to show that they treated each other and knew they would be facing shit together. This was the kind of trust that Drescher hadn’t expected. So, when he saw his siblings and father being dragged out of the throne room, he freaked out.
“Wait. where the fuck are you taking them? What are you going to do to my family?!” Drescher asked angrily and the warriors ignored him as they kept walking the trio out. This wasn’t easy but at least the fact that they were being given reprieve from watching the mess that their brother and son had forced them into, went on to say a lot of things. Perhaps the queen wasn’t as bad, or maybe she was just worse because she could have stopped Miro from killing Drescher’s mother in the slowest and most painful way and yet slie hadn’t even bothered to lift a finger. It was like she had been watching an amusing act.
“Drag that dead body to the side and let the hungry guards feed on it,” Queen Ralphine said to the warriors next to Mama. Drescher, and Drescher could have sworn he heard the veins in his eyes pop. Surely he couldn’t hear her, right? Yeah? The same woman who couldn’t even fight for herself. The woman who was so humane and with a heart of gold. The woman was praised by many as the best of them all. Surely she couldn’t have just ordered the guards into their Lycan forms so they could faint on whatever had remained of Drescher’s mother, right?
“No… Wait, this.. you can’t do this. You’re the Lycan queen. You’re supposed to have empathy… you’re.. you’re supposed to be kind and loving. Your bastard husband could be the devil but you’re supposed to be a saint. You can’t do this to her. She is just a woman. She is my mother… that is her only crime. Please Belyaeva. Please don’t do this to her, please,” Drescher begged remorselessly, a dark chuckle in his voice, and Ralph let put the first snicker of the afternoon. She had been patient with Drescher. She had been here watching and listening to him but he had disrespected her in the worst of ways.
If she was being honest, Ralphine wanted to think that bringing Drescher’s family to Asmoria should have made the man have some empathy for his family and for him to come clean on the endless conspiracies that surrounded him, but then there was nothing. It hadn’t even scared him that he was about to lose everyone he in loved one afternoon. He was a cruel man and yet he dared to talk about empathy and things that he didn’t know of.
Drescher was a bastard of the bastards. So many families had died when he had kidnapped Ralphine. So many people had *lost their friends because of him and he was here like he didn’t care that his mother was just another victim of the mess he had all so eagerly created. He was a cruel man, one too cruel and this wasn’t fair to his family. Perhaps today would be a better lesson for him? But then with Drescher, unless someone drilled oil into his head to kickstart the cogs in there, there was a chance he would remain as dumb and stupid as he was at the moment. Who the fuck even let their family be ruined like that?
“Drescher Volkov. Age: Nineteen. The beta of the Koslov Pack, or former I must say your bullshitting attitude got your pack a little too skeptical. They wanted to keep your position in your hands, but then you disappeared… actually, they knew I had you and the revolution was stirring up. So, we made your beautiful pack an offer, one that they couldn’t deny. The offer to denounce you as their beta and in return, we give them six months to prepare for the war we will be taking to them… and your best friend agreed, Drescher,” Queen Ralphine said as she stepped down from the podium, her steps calculated.
Every move she made was articulate, even as she kept her eyes trained on the beta who was not able to withstand the heat around him, not to mention the ants that had turned him into some sort of a hive. He looked worse than the beehives and he was just a werewolf. Maybe he should have let his wolf heal him, but then his wolf was too weak. Yarns and porridge were like poison to a wolf that had grown so strong, a wolf that knew how to hunt and one that had spent its entire life hunting on the fields,
His wolf had gotten too weak to even defend itself. So, there was no point in hoping that his wolf would heal them, because it wasn’t, and that was like karma for Drescher, something that Ralphine was smiling about. She had done her homework on the man who had ruined her. She had done more than was needed and each time she felt tired, the king was always there to cheer her on. Even as she walked down towards Drescher, Ralph could hear the king encouraging her to keep going.
When she had been flogged in public a year ago by Drescher, Ralph had felt all the confidence she had fade away. She had social anxiety and panic attacks. She suffered insurance until her crasthai had figured it out and helped her out of her shell. Miro had been a good erasthai to her and he had never once failed her. She was his world and if she wanted him to make the worst of the worst happen to Drescher, he would do it without question.
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“Yeah right… as if Rykar would ever let me out of his sight. He’s my best friend and I know he will come for me. I don’t care. about what you say, but just because you look hot as hell in that crown shit, you think you can fuck with me like that. I hate. to remind you this, but you got nothing, Ralphine. Queen or not, you will always be a Belyaeva. It would be rude for you to forget that,” Drescher said and Ralph was convinced that this man was a thousand screws too loose in the head. His mother had been in so much pain all this time, his mother had differed, and yet somehow Drescher still managed to make this about him and his dear obsession with the queen.
“Interesting, right? Well, who do you think gave the release order for your entire family to be brought here upon my command? Who do you think had nothing to do with you so badly that he had isolated your family and they were living in the dungeons? At least I used to live in the mining camps, what about the people you should have protected first?” Ralph asked and Drescher was certain the woman was screwing with him.
However, as he thought back to the last time that he had interacted with Rykar, he knew his fine was mad at him. Three hundred wolves had been slaughtered because of him and he had once apologized. Drescher had fucked their home up and there wasn’t a thing that Rykar couldn’t have done to make sure that Drescher never made it back to their home again. The man was a pin to them. And this right here was proof of it all. Maybe Drescher would find a way out of this, right? But what way out was there? He was still trapped in the middle of a circus with his mother being ripped apart by Lycan at the farthest end of the throne room
Drescher was the worst thing that could have happened to his family.
“Enjoy the dungeons, Drescher,” Ralph said right as a portal opened and Drescher was forced through, fire and ants going in with him.
