The Alpha King's Witch Bride
Chapter 172: _Tonight, I Am Your God

Chapter 172: _Tonight, I Am Your God

(Warning: Graphic scene and violence ahead)

Marcellus’ POV

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Marcellus’ voice was cold, his words slicing through the silence like a blade. Madame Greyheart’s hand trembled slightly as she set down the wine glass, her eyes wide with fear.

"Merciless? You?" She scoffed, trying to mask the unease creeping into her tone. "I don’t know what you think this is, but you’re in no condition to threaten anyone, Beta Marcellus. Kaelos nearly killed you—"

Marcellus stood up, the sharp pain in his spine a constant reminder of his weakened state, but he didn’t let it show. His eyes were burning with a dangerous intensity, his every movement precise.

The fact that he was still standing, still breathing, was a testament to his survival instinct.

"You think Kaelos’ attack was the worst of my problems?" He asked, taking slow steps toward her. "No, Madame Greyheart, it’s you and your little schemes with Celine that are the true issue."

He could see her trying to compose herself, but the stiffness in her posture told him everything. She was rattled.

And that made him smile.

It had been a while since he’d been able to make someone feel this way. If only she knew that HE was the reason behind her daughter’s reckless behavior.

"You’ve been playing your games for too long," He continued, his voice low. "You, Celine, and all the others who’ve dared to pull strings behind the scenes. You think you’re untouchable because of your power, your connections, your little tricks... But let me remind you of something."

He closed the distance between them, towering over her with a cruel smirk. "No one is untouchable. Not even you."

Madame Greyheart’s breath hitched, and she backed up slightly, her hand instinctively reaching for the wine glass again. But it was clear now that she wasn’t in control of the situation.

"Celine isn’t here to protect you," Marcellus went on, his voice low and menacing. "And Kaelos? He’s too busy dealing with his own problems to notice what’s happening under his nose."

She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Save your breath. I’m done listening to your excuses."

Her eyes darted to the door, her mind clearly racing, but Marcellus wasn’t worried. She was trapped. The only way out for her was through him, and that wasn’t going to happen.

"You think you can take me on, even in your current state?" She sneered, her tone defiant. But there was a flicker of doubt in her eyes.

Marcellus chuckled dryly, his eyes glinting. "You know, I almost respect that. You’re bold. But still a fragile wolf, nonetheless."

With a snap of his fingers, the room’s air thickened, and an invisible pressure descended on Madame Greyheart’s chest. She gasped, stumbling back against the wall as her lungs constricted.

"Let me let you in on a little secret. I’ve been holding back, hiding my true nature from you and the rest of the pack.," Marcellus said, his grin widening as she struggled to breathe. "But now? Now, I think it’s time to collect my dues."

He didn’t even have to lift a finger; the magic surged around her, wrapping around her throat like invisible hands. Her skin flushed with panic as she clawed at the air, trying to break free, but it was futile.

"Tell me everything about Celine’s plan," Marcellus demanded, his voice cold and his eyes narrowing. "Tell me how to stop them. Or I can end this now, and you’ll be nothing but a forgotten shadow."

In reality, he only wanted to know about Celine’s plans because he was curious. He had no intention of stopping her, nor did he have any intention of sparing Greyheart even if she let the cat out of the bag.

Madame Greyheart’s face turned purple, her eyes bulging as she struggled for breath.

For a moment, he almost considered letting her suffocate. It would be easy—simple, even. But his desire to see her struggling held him back.

With a simple gesture, he released her, and she collapsed to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. She wheezed as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with hatred.

"Y– You won’t get away with this, Marcellus. And you can forget about me telling you anything because I am innocent!" She snapped. "I knew there was something off about you. You’re... you’re a—"

"Hybrid?" He tilted his head, watching her with a mocking smirk. "Not exactly. I’m what you’d call an artificial Hybrid. Born as a werewolf but blessed with the magic of a witch through a special ritual."

He paused just then, leaning closer and watching with delight as her eyes trembled with fear.

"Sadly, I can only keep my magic by taking the life force of victims once in a while." His smirk widened as he shrugged. "Well, sadly for you anyway. I find it fun."

She pulled herself to her feet, glaring at him with what little strength she had left. "You’re playing a dangerous game. Celine won’t let you walk away from this."

Marcellus’ smirk widened. "I’m not walking away. I’m going to end your pitiful existence here and now and savor your dying breath. And when it’s all over, your little scheme will burn, and I’ll watch it turn to ash."

Madame Greyheart’s eyes flickered with a moment of fear before she composed herself, but Marcellus could see the cracks. The cracks in her resolve and her confidence.

She had underestimated him.

"I’ve waited too long for this," Marcellus said, his tone softening into something more dangerous. "Please, do try putting up a fight at least. It makes things so much more fun."

She said nothing more, but the fear in her eyes said enough. Without another word, Marcellus lunged at her, his claws brought out.

She gasped, dodging by stepping to her right, but that only increased the high that Marcellus felt in his head as he fixed all his attention on her and made his slashes more precise.

She stumbled, falling on her ass, and attempted to scream.

"Somebody, h—"

Before she could speak, Marcellus kicked her on her stomach, sending her flying and crashing into the wall behind her. She plopped to the ground like a rag doll, coughing out some blood as she stared up at him.

His shadow loomed over her menacingly as a cold smirk curled up his lips while he stretched out his arms.

"Tonight, I am your god. Not the moon goddess who you pray shamelessly to despite all the evil you’ve committed." He said with a domineering voice that boomed around the room.

She grabbed a vase beside her but before she could make any moves, Marcellus flicked his wrist, managing to summon enough magic to send the vase crashing on the wall.

Madame Greyheart’s face paled as she brought her hands in front of her face, rubbing them with an apologetic look in her eyes. "H– Have mercy. I’ll... I’ll tell you whatever you want. The Gamma has his eyes on Kaelos’ throne and he’s in on me and my daughter’s plans. The next phase was for us to poison Kaelos after—"

"Bloody hell, and they say I’m the evil one." Marcellus whistled, shaking his head before he let out a sigh. "Love, don’t bother. I’ve lost interest in your lackluster story. Right now I only have one thing in mind."

He paused, his eyes trailing down her body and lingering on her breasts which were slightly exposed. But he scrunched his face... he had no qualms fucking an older woman, but he felt like doing anything with Madame Greyheart would taint his mental image.

Heck, he was even having doubts about absorbing the bitch’s life force, but he knew one thing for sure.

She had to go tonight!

Suddenly, a small howl escaped Greyheart’s lips and her eyes glinted with the light of her wolf. Marcellus became alert, preparing himself as he sent a kick to her head, interrupting her transformation.

"I can’t wait to hear your daughter’s screams when she finds your body." He remarked, grabbing her hair and pulling at it, causing her to whimper in pain.

But Marcellus got agitated by her noise and used his claws to slash off her lips, sending blood everywhere and causing a distorted scream to come out of her teeth.

"Shut up." He rolled his eyes, slamming her head to the ground and then pressing his boot on her neck.

He gazed down at her with disdain as he felt her life force slowly seeping into him with each drop of blood she released. Her lips were cleanly cut off, making her already botched face look even more grotesque.

"On the bright side, at least now there’s a chance you won’t end up being a loud-mouthed bitch in your next life." He mused but then shrugged. "Well, hopefully."

Without another word, he increased pressure on her neck and twisted with merciless delight, snapping her neck and watching life leave her eyes.

Just like that, without barely any effort on his end, the great Madame Greyheart was dead.

"I wonder what she had against Kaelos to keep him wrapped around her fingers all this while though." He remarked, rubbing his chin at the mystery he left unanswered.

But no matter. The unraveling happening in the Blood Oak pack and the entire continent will bring that secret to light eventually.