CHAPTER 39: KILLED EVERYONE

Lucian’s POV

This time, no one dared take my warning as an empty threat. Neither could they stop themselves nor their release, as those were well-trained whores who could even make mountains sweat.

"Alpha... why are you...?" Paul dared to speak, his voice cracking.

"You dared to take our authority lightly enough to go behind our backs and sell our prisoner," I said in a cold and mocking tone. "It’s time to show what our authority here stands for. I am sure no one will forget after this."

Paul’s eyes glistened with dread. His body was stiff, tense, as he fought the need growing between his legs. His cock throbbed violently, restrained only by the last thread of willpower.

"You can punish us another way... this..." He gritted his teeth, clenching every muscle to keep from finishing.

The bitch beneath him was working hard, sucking his cock deep into her throat, hands wrapped around his balls, squeezing with perfect rhythm.

"You all fucked my prisoner however you pleased—used her for your fun," I said with a raised brow, an evil smirk tugging at my lips. "So why shouldn’t I do the same with you? Tonight, you are my entertainment."

"Alpha... please," Paul begged, desperation warping his voice.

"Oh, another punishment you say?" Jason chimed in now, clearly disgusted. "Well then... go and fuck Luis. You’re only allowed to release inside his ass. Do that, and your cock will be spared."

"What?" Paul choked out, frozen. Luis, still crawling and soaked in blood, turned to us in horror.

Neither of them could believe what Jason had just said.

"Seems like you’re asking to have your cock chopped for real," Jason added, eyes dark.

Paul reacted instantly. He shoved the whore away just as she was about to make him come and stumbled toward Luis.

Luis tried to drag himself back, pain contorting his face. "What are you doing?" he cried.

"I need to save my cock," Paul grunted, grabbing the broken man and flipping him over. Luis’s strength was gone—he couldn’t resist.

"Paul... don’t..." Luis whimpered, voice shaking.

"You’ve already lost your dick. You’re no better than a whore now," Paul spat, forcing Luis’s hips up. "Be a good little bitch."

And with that, he slammed into Luis, thrusting hard and fast. Luis screamed, body jolting in agony before finally passing out. Paul grunted, fucking him until he spilled inside, then pulled out and stood, panting.

"Alpha, I did as you said," he declared, chest heaving.

"Good," Jason said with a twisted smile, then turned his gaze to the others. "You three—the ones who only watched the videos."

"Yes, Alpha," the three younger guards answered at once, their voices strained, hands still buried in the hair of the whores pleasuring them.

"If you want to keep your cocks," Jason said coldly, "you’ll empty yourselves inside Paul."

Paul’s expression turned to horror. "A-Alpha... I did what you said..."

"And you also did what I never said," I snapped. "Like fucking and selling my prisoner."

"No... no, you can’t..."

But it was already too late. The three younger guards had grabbed Paul, forcing him down on the ground. One after another, they took their turn, using him until each had emptied inside him.

When they were finished, Paul lay broken on the bloodstained ground—used, filthy, trembling.

Two of my commandos stepped forward and grabbed him.

Paul’s eyes flew open in alarm, darting between them and me.

"When those three fucked you, you came. And you were only allowed to release inside Luis’s ass," I told him.

The guards grabbed him and chopped his cock, once more filling the place with the painful cries.

Just like that, one after another, everyone was chopped off of their cocks and later shot dead.

No one was spared. Not a single man who had touched her... not even those who had merely watched the videos. They all died. Their bodies left as reminders of what it meant to defile what was ours.

I left my commandos behind to deal with the aftermath—to clear the corpses and take control of the prison until new guards and a new warden could be appointed.

Meanwhile, Rafe had erased every trace of Eira from the prison’s system. Every file, every backup, every record that had her name attached to it—gone. He ensured that anyone who had possessed the videos no longer had access to anything. The guards’ phones were destroyed, and anything remotely tied to Eira was turned to ash.

All that remained now were Luis’s friends outside the prison. The ones who had come in to fuck her... and the ones who had sold her to traffickers. None of them would be spared.

And then comes the turn of those traffickers who had bought her, and the list of every single person who had even touched her in the past six years.

As we walked back to the jeep, I glanced at Rafe and asked, "Had your fill of fun?"

He scoffed. "Looked to me like you were taking out a personal grudge more than upholding your authority as security in-charge." He shot me a pointed look. "Did it hurt that much... knowing what those bastards did to her?"

I gritted my teeth and pulled him back before he could sit in the driver’s seat. Pushing him aside, I sat in the driver’s seat.

"Use your bat wings and fly back home," I said and drove away, as Jason had already sat in the car.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw him. He was smirking back at me as he pulled out one paper from his pocket and looked at it with an amused gaze.

Damn it.

"Jason... the list. The one in your pocket," I said quickly.

The list of Luis’ friends’ names, the bastards we were yet to punish.

Jason checked his pockets, "It’s not here."

I stopped the jeep and I jumped out to look for him, but...

He was gone.

"That bastard stole the list from your pocket," I growled.

"Let him have his blood fest," Jason replied, tone calm.

"No," I snapped, fury boiling in my chest. "I need to kill each one of them myself." My hand slammed down on the jeep with a angry thud. "That bastard... I need to find him before he does."

Unable to find him, we reached home and he reached the same time.

Outside, I grabbed his collars, "Did you...."

"Their blood tasted shitty, so I just killed them all by breaking some of their bones and then snapping their necks," Rafe replied.

I grabbed his collars tight, "Why the hell...."

"You had your fun, and then, I had mine." His gaze turned serious as he met mine. Not a tinge playfulness in them, but pure coldness, as he said again, "And you are not the only one who’s infuriated."

He shrugged my hands away to free himself and walked inside the home, as Jason and I only watched him walk away.

’What did he mean?’