The Alpha King's Witch Bride
Chapter 198: _For Survival

Chapter 198: _For Survival

Marcellus’ POV

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(Warning: Slight Gore Ahead)

The next morning after Delta Axel’s awkward visit, Marcellus got word that Kaelos was finally out of bed and fully recovered.

Rumors have been going high in the pack ever since the night of the Charity Ball. And the tension was even higher.

Little did all these werewolves know that the tension was only expected to increase.

"I am... Impressed by your recovery, sir." A pack doctor who had come to check on him that morning remarked, getting on his feet and withdrawing his stethoscope.

The man was in his late fifties and had greying streaks of hair and wore a black suit.

Marcellus sat comfortably on a sofa, sipping from an early morning drink while listening to the pack doctor’s report.

"Your bones have completely healed now from my observations. I can’t even find any traces of internal bleeding, unlike that night." The pack doctor remarked while Marcellus stared at him with a distant look.

His fingers were already itching for something. Seeing the pulsing veins on the man’s neck and hearing the steady beat of his heart was calling to him like the music from an ice cream truck.

The temptation was real.

"You might still have some slight muscle injuries but other than that... You’re fine." The pack doctor finally said with a small smile on his face. "Moon goddess be praised for that."

As soon as Marcellus heard that last part, he chuckled. It wasn’t out of amusement. It was dry and completely devoid of warmth.

He dropped the glass in his hand and slowly got on his feet, clenching his hands into fists. The lights in the living room flickered ever so slightly as he grinned at the pack doctor.

"I can assure you... No god or goddess was responsible for my healing." He said coldly, watching as the pack doctor’s smile flattered.

The old man looked around the living room awkwardly. Cullen was upstairs attending to something. They were all alone.

Slowly, the pack doctor brought his gaze back to Marcellus and spoke hesitantly. "T–Then what or who deserves the credit? M–My medication? Your wolf? Your bloodline—"

"No. No. And... Not quite." Marcellus interrupted, slowly raising his right hand and wiggling his fingers, the grin on his face never disappearing. "I owe my healing to killing."

As soon as those words left his mouth, he moved at lightning speed, shoving his right hand through the man’s chest. The latter gasped, falling forward and trying to stay balanced despite the agonizing pain.

Blood spilled like a fountain, drenching the floor quickly with a pool of red and tiny bits of body tissue and fluids.

Marcellus sighed with satisfaction as he felt the man’s life force flowing into him, rejuvenating his body and every single cell while also refilling his magic reserve.

He slowly pulled his hand out of the man’s chest, tilting his head as he stared into his eyes, watching the fear, regret, despair, and pain burning in them.

The man plopped to the ground but was surprisingly resilient for someone with a literal hole through his chest and who was rapidly losing a lot of blood.

"W–Why...?" The man croaked, his left hand lingering on his chest and his right outstretched toward Marcellus.

Marcellus merely stared down at him, unbothered and unshaken as he let out a light sigh.

"It’s no hard feelings. I don’t even know you enough to take note of your name." He shrugged, bringing his right hand to his mouth and tasting the warm blood trickling down it. "Hm... Exhilarating. Anyway, I did it for survival. Just like I’ve been doing all my life."

The man still seemed confused but then his eyes widened as his outstretched hand fell. He breathed his last, the life in his eyes disappearing as he fell back to the ground, his blood spreading under him like ink on paper.

"I gotta stop doing this in my damn house," Marcellus mumbled with a scoff, wiggling his fingers. The movement caused the blood on his right arm and his body to dry up before disappearing without a trace.

"Turn on the TV!" Cullen’s voice suddenly echoed from upstairs, forcing Marcellus to turn around and face the stairs.

The lad walked down the steps wearing a black leather jacket and jean pants, his black hair braided into long dreads. However, when he turned his gaze to Marcellus, he paused when he saw the scene with the dead pack doctor.

"What the heck?" Cullen muttered while Marcellus rolled his eyes, stepping over the body and sitting on the couch where his drink was waiting.

"Clean up this mess when you’re done staring," Marcellus remarked, grabbing the glass and then using his magic to turn on the TV at the other side of the living room like Cullen stated.

Meanwhile, Cullen stood on the stairs for only two more seconds before he shrugged and walked across to Marcellus.

"Tune into the World Alliance Television Network. Social media is on fire about something being broadcast there."

Marcellus’ face was stoic as he scrolled to the channel and stopped there. However, when he saw what was being shown on screen, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Now, please welcome the South American Alpha King himself, here to share his thoughts on the North American truce," a deep voice that sounded oddly familiar spoke on the TV, before a live footage of a man in his fifties or sixties kneeling in a dark room flickered on.

"It’s the true Lord of the North," Cullen said with excitement in his voice. "Apparently, he got some rogues to take over the news towers of the television network just now. He’s been showing clips of the brutality of humans and witches against werewolves."

Propaganda...

Marcellus watched in silence as the South American Alpha King declared that Kaelos’ truce was useless and that witches would only know war and blood.

He didn’t even flinch when the true lord of the North executed the Alpha King on live television. It was an expected power move, one that the whole world had witnessed.

"The anarchy and unrest that this broadcast will cause will be massive," Marcellus remarked, a small smirk curling up his lips. "Let’s see if Kaelos and his darling Hybrid wife can handle the