The Princess’s Broken Alpha
Chapter 52

Jackson was soaked in blood. His red hair was plastered to his forehead in perspiration and the smell of blood was so high in the room he could taste it in the back of his throat. Between the two of them he had his hands full. It's been a few days since they've been here.

He carelessly continued to track blood on the wooden floors on his way to the bathroom.

Good thing he was expertised in interrogation and he knew just how to get information out of a person. Plus he liked the physical activity. Got his adrenaline going. Unfortunately these two would rather die than give out the information of who they were working for and the witch they had been collaborating with. But sure enough he would find out soon.

They knew either way death was promised to them. This didn't sit well with him. Whoever did this was terrifying not to mention powerful and this is where the problem came in. Not even fear for their family made them squeal and Mariela despite how she looked was tough as a cookie. He thought she would crack like fine china but the bitch was holding on for dear life. The most he got out of the two of them combined was that the main goal was for Kiarra to be dead and very soon that is. Also there was a powerful witch involved. Luckily his cousin wasn't so much of a damsel in distress or else they would have succeeded. This in total meant they told him nothing.

Even a moron could have figured this out with the information present. He didn't know who it was and that meant they could strike and kill them at any moment especially if they got a whiff that these two knuckleheads were apprehended and he was dead set after them. Unfortunately he was tied into this too. They wanted to hurt the pretty red hair on his head.

They were more than likely waiting to make contact but for the past few days there was nothing. This was leading Jackson to wonder if they already knew or if there was a change in plans. Judah he can understand being disposed of. He fucked up big time and only made it known that someone was out to kill her.Stop reading the wrong and incomplete storyline, j obnib.com has the correct and complete book. Mariela, well she hasn't given any feedback since she tried to kill him off and test out her little goodies. So something was definitely wrong and he didn't like it. He needed to ensure that Kiarra was alive and she was currently with her mate. She better not think of bringing the wheelchair freak into their family. They were royals for the moon goddess's sake and of the highest calibre.

He had to turn these two in and bring them back to England. The problem was whoever it was will no doubtedly amplify their efforts and that's what he didn't like. That nagging feeling in the back of his head.

He started to strip off his clothes and turned on the shower. He couldn't tell anyone and that included his uncle. Not if he wanted to save their lives. Great. If Kiarra told her father she was attacked then that would be fine but no one knew he had both the culprits. They would only know these two idiots had failed miserably. He could start by guessing it was maybe a competitor, someone on the council partnering with the witches? But that would mean a death sentence to the witches. He could keep fucking guessing all night but none of that would help right now except solid clues.

Castor didn't have the power to pull this all off unless he had serious backing from his father and even then he wouldn't want to kill Kiarra. He would definitely want to hurt Jackson that was clear as day but not Kiarra his way to the throne. So it was definitely not him. For now.

He could hear Mariela's sniveling and crying, she was definitely a fighter. Where could he leave them without having to babysit them for a while? A bright idea popped up. He would bring them to the Cartier pack and throw them in the cells there until further notice. Kiarra should be there as well so it's a win win.

He washed the blood off of him until the water ran clear and reached for the soap. Why is it that everything always comes to you in the shower?

He hurriedly showered off and grabbed a towel wrapping it around his hard torso.

Glancing at Judah and Mariela he went to his suitcase to find fresh clothes to put on. He needed to eat and sleep. He had been going at it for days. He'd start with food, dispose of these two idiots and then well the fucking rest.

Jackson had to remind himself a few times not to kill them. The part that got to him was that they would even try this shit. They had what was coming to them. He shook his head as water droplets scattered everywhere. He shifted the curtain to look outside the cabin at the forest and nothing was amiss in the late evening. Not even a one man cavalry had come looking for them. Interesting. They were that disposable and they knew it.

Jackson turned to his room mates and gave his chilling smile.

"So I've finally figured out what to do with you guys." Jackson announced, slipping his wallet in his pants. " First I'm going to go get myself something good to eat. You guys have to admit it's been a rough few days and we have been working pretty hard non-stop. Then I'm going to bring you to your target and her mate to spend some time, yeah?"

Mariela and Judah were not only strapped but impaled to the chairs by their hands using silver poles, it was a bloodied mess. He had used all of Mariela's little witch potions on them both and he was happy to report that they both weren't a working solution against Lycans. The bad part was they both had to go through the excruciating pain of finding out it didn't work. It was basically Russian Roulette. They could have either died or not died.

Jackson stared at the bloody floor for a while before looking at Mariela who whimpered in panic, her blue eyes having lost all their light and looked empty. All her previous wounds had healed but the deep fresh ones winked blood. They both looked like they were on their last. Judah was barely conscious and Mariela well she was just the fighter he wasn't expecting. She was shaking uncontrollably, staring at him in fear. Her mouth was bloody with dried blood caking its entirety. Jackson's phone suddenly rang and he sighed angrily.

"Why is it that no one is calling you Mariela?!" he directed to his shivering hostage. He saw his mother's name on the screen and answered the call. Mariela listened as they talked for awhile until Jackson ended the call to place his phone back in his pocket. "Looks like I have a change in plan, Mariela sweetheart. I'm gonna have to leave you with the Cartier pack and head to my cousin's mating ceremony."

Jackson walked towards them stepping over their canines in the pools of blood.