h4Chapter 106: Revenge/h4

    Roman’s POV

    He ced Kaya on what was left of the broken sofa, and we searched the house. His parents were nowhere to be found. Instead, the bodies of the few adopted orphan kids were there, hung on the walls, ropes tight around their necks. They had been left to die alive.

    The sight was horrifying. Though adopted, they had been like Kael’s siblings. He had loved them, spoiled them fiercely. And now...

    His parents, however, were still missing.

    "Kael, to the side garden," Rafe said hesitantly. I nced at him, and he shook his head. Rafe, who was usually so emotionless, so indifferent, had tears brimming in his eyes for the first time.

    He had found Kael’s parents.

    Kael rushed to the side garden, and we followed silently behind him. There, at the top of the fountain, two chopped heads had been impaled on iron rods. His parents. Alpha and Luna of the pack. Drops of blood still dripping from them.

    The entire grassy ground was soaked with their blood. The scene was unbearable, a cruel assault on the heart.

    Kael froze, his face twisted in pain, his eyes brimming with unstoppable tears.

    Then he fell to his knees, and a heavy, suffocating silence settled over us. Rafe and I could not hold back our own tears. Words failed us.

    And then, a pained, gut-wrenching cry tore through the estate. Kael’s scream of anguish shook us to our cores.

    Despite growing up with him, despite knowing him since childhood, we had never seen him like this. He cried like a broken man, his grief raw and unrestrained, screaming his soul out in pain. It shattered both me and Rafe.

    Liam arrived momentster. By protocol, disaster called for the Alpha first, the backbone of the pack. But he was toote. The Alpha was gone.

    Liam stood frozen, shock rooting him in ce. Tears carved lines down his face as Kael’s cries continued to echo in the garden. We all stood there, helpless and broken, listening to the sound of a heart shattering in real time.

    Lucian and Jason arrived shortly after. Though they had lost their sister, they came not as grieving men but as responsible Alphas and friends, knowing their presence was needed here.

    None of us dared approach Kael. Despite being like brothers, we had no words, no gestures that could ease the abyss of his pain.

    Beta Gabriel reached the garden next. He was hurt himself, but his duty called. He carried out the orders of his Alpha.

    "Enemies have left," he said, his voice strained but steady.

    It was clear they had departed only after leaving a trail of destruction and death, staining our home with the lives of our people.

    Gabriel moved closer to Kael. "Alpha wanted you to fight the enemies, not cry over their deaths," he said quietly. "Hisst words to me... he wished you to kill every single one who harmed our people. Create an example that no one will ever dare look at our pack, let alone harm us."

    A heavy silence followed. Then Kael slowly rose to his feet. He wiped away his tears and turned to us. "It’s either us, or them."

    "We are with you," we said without hesitation.

    Without another word, he leapt over the fountain to retrieve the heads of his parents. We watched him, knowing the effort it took to suppress his grief.

    He had loved his parents fiercely, and their love for him had been no less. His mother, in particr, had been the heart of their perfect family, raising countless orphaned children as if they were her own.

    Kael began searching methodically. We understood what he was looking for—every part of his parents’ bodies. One by one, he collected them with painstaking care, and we moved alongside him, aiding silently. When the task was finally done, the sight was almost unbearable.

    I could not fathom the depth of Kael’s pain.

    Commandos arrived then, battered from their fight with the enemies. They began gathering the dead, but Kael did not allow anyone near the bodies of the children who had been hung.

    As if they would be hurt, Kael handled them himself, gentle and reverent. One by one, all seven small bodies wereid on the floor, a quiet, painful tribute.

    Once the estate was secured, we stepped outside. The city offered no relief. Fires raged everywhere, smoke curling into the sky, while only a few lucky corners remained untouched by chaos.

    "Gabriel, we need to gather all of our warriors. We are going to attack them soon," Kael dered.

    "After your father, you are the Alpha of this pack. Every decision of yours is decree for us," Gabriel reminded him.

    Kael turned to us. He said nothing, but his gaze spoke volumes. The message was clear: war wasing, and we were ready.

    For now, our first duty was to take care of our people.

    Hours dragged on into a sleepless night. None of us had rested. Lucian and Jason returned to their mother to bury Alice, another unbearable blow among the many we had endured.

    A mass burial was held for our fallen. Friends we had trained with, warriors we had fought alongside, all now gone. The grief was a heavy, suffocating.

    Once the burials werepleted, we began preparing for our attack. One goal burned in our minds: to annihte Keiren, his family, and his followers.

    When we attacked them, the assault was brutal and relentless. Keiren and his parents—the Alpha and Luna—fell, along with every one of their warriors. None were spared. The battle raged for days, blood and fire consuming everything in its path.

    Even when dying, that bastard Keiren didn’t forget to mock Kael and remind him of his pain. "I fucked your bitch...how did it feel to know..."

    Kael offered him the most brutal death that Keiren must have regretted provoking Kael.

    When we returned, Kael had been dered the Alpha of the pack.

    How he had endured his pain and grief, only he knew. He was more like ice cold, dead person. His body functioned, but his eyes were empty, stripped of any warmth or emotion.

    Yet, another tragedy was waiting for us.

    While we were away, Lucian and Jason’s mother had fallen ill, unable to bear the shock of her daughter’s death. By the time we returned, she was on herst breaths. The brothers, who had held themselves together for Kael and for revenge, now shattered at another loss.

    When the police came to speak about Eira, Kael dismissed them. "Conduct your procedure. Decide her punishment as a traitor to this pack," he ordered.

    Our hatred for her was too deep to waste thought. She had caused this—our loss, our pain. We did not need to see her face.

    Eira was sentenced to life imprisonment, without trial or formal proceedings. The evidence was overwhelming, and we had no desire to hear her feeble denials. Better that she rot in prison alone, far from our sight.

    strongWe never shared any pack secrets with her or even with anyone else as it was limited to our security forces and wasn’t meant for the kids. /strong

    strongBut maybe she was spy disguised under her innocent act to fool us, sent by enemies./strong

    This conclusion was made stronger as they were moved to our pack just a half year back, entirely strangers. Her grandparents disappeared as well.

    We didn’t waste our breath on her or those old hags as we have already killed out enemies.

    Even after the revenge wasplete and the pack returned to a fragile calm, Kael, Lucian, and Jason remained lost in their grief. It took every effort from Rafe and me to pull them back from the edge.

    Beta Gabriel suggested a solution: we should be sworn mate brothers, a bond that would ensure Kael was never alone, and give Lucian and Jason a new form of family as well.

    We agreed. The ancient ritual was performed. Kael marked each of us, leaving a unique tattoo on each of our bodies, a symbol of submission, loyalty, and connection. The bond it forged tied the five of us together for life.

    We moved into Kael’s estate. Together, we became each other’s salvation. Life slowly began to regain its shape, though the pain never fully left us.

    (shback Over)

    I was sure, at this moment the other three were thinking of the past as well. Our anger, hatred, the pain of loss, and so many things had blurred our vision.

    Maybe we should have gone to her and question her. But, there was high chances that none of us would have ever believed her after watching those videos and listening her and Keiren’s own confession.

    "So you doubt Sophia?" Lucian straight away asked. She was the only blond around us, and close to Kael.

    "You found something on her, right?" Jason asked.

    "That bitch and her mother, tsk!" Rafe said with a disdain.

    Kael listened to us, and then, exined what happened in the hospital. We understood why Kael wanted to treat Sophia. If that was his reason, then we were with him.

    We needed to know the truth now, and the first step in the way to the truth was Sophia.