Glimmy

Chapter 586: Love For Violence

Chapter 586: Love For Violence


He hadn’t drunk Roman’s venom these couple of days for nothing!


Asher didn’t wait for Dominic’s sudden lethargy to be noticed by the crowd. He moved instantly, slamming into him with the full weight of his black wolf. Dominic hit the ground hard, and Asher began to claw at him relentlessly, strike after brutal strike, giving him no room to recover.


"What?!" Marlow shouted, his face going pale. "What’s going on?" He had been so sure Dominic would win. This wasn’t right.


Dominic tried to fight back, but his limbs felt like lead, heavy and unresponsive. Terror flashed in his amber eyes as realization sank in. This wasn’t normal. He thought he had been clever by taking the red pill to guarantee victory. But someone had been smarter.


The whine that tore from Dominic’s throat was almost human, as if he were crying out in disbelief. Asher didn’t give him time to drag this out or let anyone suspect what he had done.


With one final, savage move, Asher lunged and sank his powerful jaws into Dominic’s throat. Blood spurted, hot and metallic, coating his muzzle. Dominic howled in agony, his body thrashing beneath Asher’s hold. But Asher didn’t let go. His jaws locked tighter as he pinned him down, pressing his paws against Dominic’s chest, forcing the life from him.


The brown wolf’s struggles weakened, then went still. The light in his eyes dimmed, and finally died.


A beat later, his body shifted back into human form. Dominic lay lifeless in the dirt, eyes frozen wide in horror as though, even in death, he still couldn’t comprehend how he had been outplayed.


Then Asher shifted back into his human form.


He looked like something dragged straight out of a horror movie — standing naked before the crowd, his skin streaked with dirt and blood, his mouth smeared crimson. Blood dripped from the deep wound Dominic had carved into his flesh, tracing dark rivers down his torso.


As if that weren’t terrifying enough, Asher crouched beside Dominic’s corpse, his chest heaving, and plunged his hand deep into the lifeless body. With a wet, sickening sound, he ripped out Dominic’s heart. It wasn’t just a display of dominance, this was insurance. If that bastard had any last trick up his sleeve, Asher was making damn sure he stayed dead.


Raising the still warm organ above his head, he crushed it in his fist. Blood spattered across his hair and face, a gruesome crown of victory.


The sight was nothing short of demonic. Several mothers gasped, scrambling to cover their children’s eyes — though the little monsters still peeked through the cracks in their fingers, morbidly curious.


With that single act, Asher sent a message to them all: He would bathe in the blood of his enemies if he had to.


For a heartbeat, silence reigned. Even the wind seemed to pause, as if the whole world was holding its breath. If someone had dropped a pin, it would have echoed.


Then Roman’s fist punched the air. "Yes!" he roared.


And just like that, the wild, ruthless nature of the West pack broke free like a dam bursting. The arena exploded with unbridled cheers. Their new Alpha had proven himself, and he had done it in the most West-pack way imaginable.


Elijah muttered in amusement, "Finally, the West pack shows their love for violence."


However, even he underestimated just how joyful they truly were. A surge of West pack members rushed forward to celebrate their new Alpha, their numbers so overwhelming that it was nothing short of chaos. The ground trembled beneath their stampede, and Elijah had to brace himself, nearly thrown off his seat by the sheer force of their momentum.


At once, the guards closed ranks around Elijah, forming a tight barrier to shield him from the wild, overzealous crowd.


Some of the other Alphas were not as fortunate. People crashed into them in their excitement, toppling chairs and sending them to the floor. The chaos was unrelenting.


Aeron reacted instantly, pulling Irene into his arms and shielding her with his own body. His eyes burned with a protective rage as he shoved aside any pack member foolish enough to get too close.


"I think this is the time to return to the pack house," he growled, his tone brooking no argument.


"Protect the Alpha king!" Christian hollered to the other guards. "To the pack house." He too came to the same conclusion.


The guards immediately cleared a path, forcing the crowd back to create a narrow corridor for the Alpha King to move through. Elijah walked with measured strides, his dark gaze sweeping over the sea of frenzied pack members. They had all gone mad! Mad people! He ranted inwardly.


The other Alphas and dignitaries were quick to follow his lead. They weren’t about to linger and risk being swallowed up by the stampede.


The celebration would continue in the packhouse anyway where food, drink, and music awaited, but for now, this part of the square was left to the crazy people and to their new Alpha.


The ring was filled to the brim with members of the West pack, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as they surged toward Asher. Rough hands grabbed him, hoisting his naked, bloodstained body high into the air.


"Alpha Asher! Alpha Asher! Alpha Asher!" they chanted.


Unlike Asher, who was being celebrated like a god, Dominic’s corpse was treated with absolute disdain. His body was trampled beneath their feet, stomped on until it became unrecognizable. Even his staunchest supporters had quietly slipped away, their loyalty dissolving the moment their champion fell.


Now that Asher Nightshade wore the title of Alpha, everyone understood one thing: change was coming — and for most of them, it meant trouble awaited them.


While Asher was tossed higher and higher into the air, Roman’s voice suddenly pierced the chants.


"What about me?!" he shouted over the noise, grinning wickedly. "I’m his cardinal brother!"


The crowd paused for a heartbeat, then erupted into laughter. At once, half of the pack split off and moved toward Roman.


"Roman! Roman! Roman!" they chanted, lifting him up with just as much enthusiasm.


Unlike Asher, who kept his body tense and his expression fierce even midair, Roman sprawled dramatically, arms flung wide.


"Yeeeeeah!" he howled with glee.


BEST DAY EVER!