BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 101: THE END OF CASSIUS MARCEL

Chapter 101: THE END OF CASSIUS MARCEL

{"When an evil man dies, even the wicked do not mourn."}

FRERY’S POV

The mood inside was deathly silent, the air thick with tension. I stood in the heart of the Vampire Coven’s grand hall, my gaze locked onto Lord Marcel, who sat upon his obsidian throne, his fingers curled tightly around the armrests. He was trapped, cornered by the weight of his brother’s crimes and the unyielding presence of my mother and me.

At my side, Ma stood regal and unwavering, her silver-white hair cascading over her shoulders like a frozen waterfall. Her expression was cold, yet there was fire in her eyes, a fury barely restrained.

I took a step forward, my boots echoing against the polished marble floor. "We demand justice, Lord Marcel." My voice was firm, unyielding. "Your brother, Cassius, has admitted to harboring the wolf who slaughtered my father, Lord Dunco Kayne. The blood debt must be fucking paid and unless I have his head in my hands, justice will not have been served.

Marcel’s jaw tightened, his sharp features betraying his inner turmoil. He was a lord bound by duty, by the ancient laws of his kind, but I saw the hesitation flicker behind his crimson eyes and did not want to give up his blood.

I clenched my fists. "Bring him before the Coven Council," I commanded, my voice ringing through the hall. "Now."

Marcel’s gaze darkened. The torches along the walls flickered wildly as his power flared in the air. "And if I refuse?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

A smirk curled at the corner of my lips. "Then I’ll go and get him myself." I let my words sink in before I added, "And I bet not even your royal guards can stop me and do no guarantee that I will bring alive."

The challenge hung between us like a blade. The guards stationed around the room shifted uneasily, gripping their spears tighter. They knew who I was. They knew what I was capable of.

Lord Marcel’s eyes blazed, fury twisting his regal features. For a moment, I thought he might refuse, might fight to protect his brother even in the face of the coven’s laws. But then his lips curled in a snarl, and with a sharp flick of his hand, he signaled the nearest guards.

"Bring Cassius to me" he ordered, his voice laced with venom.

The guards hesitated only for a second before bowing and turning swiftly on their heels. The chamber doors groaned open, and they disappeared into the corridors beyond. My hands curled into fists at my sides, every muscle in my body coiled tight as I fought to contain the rage coursing through my veins.

I could feel it, my beast stirring, clawing beneath my skin, demanding to be set free. My father’s murderer had been sheltered. Protected. And now, justice was being dragged through the fangs of politics. A low growl rumbled deep in my throat; my vision tinged with the red haze of fury. I was seconds away from letting go, seconds away from exposing my powers, when a gentle yet firm touch landed on my arm.

"Freyr."

I turned my head sharply, locking eyes with my mother, Sierra. Her expression was composed, but I knew her well enough to see the urgency beneath it. "Calm yourself," she murmured, her voice smooth as winter silk.

Beside her, my sister Qadira nodded, her violet eyes filled with silent warning. "Not yet," she added. "Control it."

I inhaled sharply, forcing air into my lungs, suppressing the beast within. I felt Lord Marcel’s gaze on me, keen and assessing, as if he were trying to measure the depths of my power, trying to see beyond the fury that threatened to consume me. I smirked at him, a silent challenge, before exhaling and letting my body ease into deceptive calmness. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me unravel. Not here. Not now.

Seconds later, the grand doors of the council hall creaked open, and the guards entered, their footsteps heavy against the marble floor. Between them, shackled and restrained, was Cassius Marcel.

I watched as Idris and Tio stiffened at the sight of him. Their expressions darkened, their fangs peeking from behind their lips as their fury pulsed through the air.

Their anger mirrored my own. Their bodies were tense, their eyes sharp, like wolves ready to pounce. They looked as if they would strike down anyone who so much as reached for Cassius.

A slow smile tugged at the corner of my lips, and then I stood straight, ready to hear what Lord Marcel would say, and the sword that Cassius Marcel was about to face the consequences of his betrayal.

Lord Marcel finally spoke, his voice calm, yet laced with an edge of caution.

"Yes, I acknowledge that Cassius harbored the wolf in Blood Stone Mountain for years," he admitted, his piercing gaze sweeping over the council. "But he was not aware that the beast was the one who killed Dunco Kayne. We need to be clear about his crimes and punish him according to the evidence"

A ripple of murmurs spread through the chamber, murmurs of anger, disappointment, disbelief. The weight of their judgment pressed against the air, suffocating and thick.

My fists clenched, the knuckles cracking so loudly that the sound echoed through the hall. My patience was running thin. "The coven laws are clear," I said, my voice cutting through the rising whispers. "To even harbor a wolf is a crime punishable by death."

Silence fell like a blade slicing through the tension. I stepped forward, letting my words hang in the air before continuing, my gaze locked onto Cassius Marcel. "The wolf drank my father’s blood," I said, my tone firm, unshaken. "That is how I knew it was the killer."

Lord Marcel remained unreadable, but others in the room were not so composed. Some of the elders shifted uncomfortably, others glared at Cassius with barely contained rage.

A slow, bitter chuckle escaped me. "The wolf wanted the Kayne Stone." I let my amusement drip into sarcasm, my smirk cold and humorless. "That is why it revealed itself when we went to Blood Stone Mountain, to investigate the bloodstone vampire bugs. The minute I used my powers, the wolf sensed the blood it craved, plus the Kayne heart stone, and that is how it roared so loud and led it to us. I witnessed who was there, members of the council and the royal guards. "

My eyes swept over the room, watching as the weight of my words settled on them. There was no more room for excuses, no space for mercy. I stepped forward, my boots echoing against the cold stone floor as I closed the distance between myself and Cassius Marcel. He refused to meet my gaze, his shoulders trembling as I towered over him. The weight of my presence alone sent him collapsing to his knees, his hands shaking as they clutched the hem of my coat.

"Please, Freyr," he gasped, his voice raw with desperation. "I had no idea what the wolf had done, I swear it! It saved my life once, and I, " He choked on his own words, his breath uneven as he scrambled to explain. "It was injured! I only sheltered it in the mountains. That was all! I did not know... I did not know!"

His pleading voice slithered through the air, but it did nothing to quell the rage boiling inside me. A heavy silence followed, the tension wrapping around us like a noose. Then, my mother, Sierra, spoke, her voice sharp as a blade.

"What about the vampire bugs?"

Cassius froze. His mouth pressed into a thin line, his lips bloodless, his entire body stiff. He said nothing. No denials. No explanations.

Coward.

My patience shattered like fragile glass. A low growl rumbled from my throat, the beast within me clawing to be set free. My fingers twitched, and then, with a sickening crack, my claws stretched from my hands, sharp and glistening with deadly intent.

In one swift motion, I slashed his throat. The moment the blade of my claws tore through his flesh, a gurgled gasp escaped him, his eyes widening in pure, unfiltered horror. Blood sprayed from the open wound, splattering onto the stone floor in thick, crimson droplets. The scent was intoxicating, but I did not stop there. I reached forward, grasping his head with a merciless grip. With a feral snarl, I wrenched it from his body.

A sickening crunch.

A spray of warm blood.

And then, silence.

The council chamber was deathly still, all eyes fixed on the corpse slumped at my feet. I held Cassius Marcel’s severed head in my grasp, his vacant eyes staring into the abyss.

I let the head drop to the ground with a dull thud, stepping back as his blood pooled at my boots. My breathing was steady. Controlled. It was done. I turned, meeting my mother’s gaze. She said nothing, but in her eyes, I saw neither shock nor disapproval. Only the understanding that justice had been served. And I would serve it again, without hesitation.

"Pa, justice has been served. You did not deserve such a death, "I whispered.

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