Alpha Prime: Her Retribution

Chapter Fifty Nine

I walked down the hall to the elevator with Kamilla, we stepped into the elevator and I let out a shaky breath.

“Are you alright?” she inquired, I shook my head.

“No, not really, this is all very overwhelming.” I replied, she held my hand, smiling softly.

“You don’t have to hold it in, we are all here for you and Jacob, you know that right?”

I nodded, blinking back tears. Kamilla had been there from the beginning, a pillar of support when Adar and I had been weak, she had never faltered, no matter what.

“And we are also here for you too Kamilla, Jacob and I aren’t the only victims in this mess, so many people suffered because of Adlartok, the rest of the Primes and Eda.”

She turned to me, a look of surprise that morphed into gratitude taking over her expression. She gently squeezed my hand as the doors opened and we stepped into the basement. Jacob and Tony were present, Dorian was standing with his brother who looked resigned as if he knew this day was coming.

Dorian and his brother stepped forward, bowing before moving back. I glanced over at Jacob whose eyes were on the table in front of him. I could see a silver desert eagle Magnum gun on the table. I walked over, wrapping my fingers around his wrist, he looked over at me, his eyes a deep red colour. I cupped his face, trying to ease the tension and sorrow radiating from him.

He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch, his calloused palm cupping my hand, his thumb stroking my skin. He inhaled sharply before pulling back and turning to Dorian.

“This is your last chance, do you still want to go ahead with this?” He asked, Dorian nodded, his expression resolute.

“Yes, my King, I have waited centuries for this.” He uttered, I noticed the confused look on Tony’s face but this was not the place to explain it to him so I ignored it, focusing on the matter at hand.

“Very well Dorian Devereux, I, Jacob Mont Blanc, Alpha Prime of the Northern American Continent, pronounce the sentence of death upon you as per your request and for the murder of Samara and the attack on Adelaide Silverstone, Alpha Prime of the European Continent and the Luna Prime of the Northern American Continent. Kneel.”

Dorian stepped forward and knelt. Jacob picked up the gun and I could see his hand shake slightly as he walked behind Dorian, raising the gun and pointing it at the back of his head.

“I hope you find the peace you never got on Earth in death.” Jacob whispered, Dorian closed his eyes, a small smile appearing on his lips. I swallowed hard as Jacob pulled the trigger.

The silence that followed was deafening, Kamilla stepped forward and knelt, placing a hand over Dorian’s fallen body, a few seconds passed by in tense agony before she spoke.

“He is dead.”

Tears welled in my eyes and I turned away, wiping them discreetly to avoid rousing suspicion from Tony. Jacob placed the gun on the table as Dorian’s brother approached us.

“Thank you, Dorian has been suffering for eons, thank you for granting him the relief of death.” He bowed before turning to help Kamilla with the body.

“What is going to happen to him?” I inquired.

“We will bury him according to our traditions.” Kamilla explained, I nodded and watched as they left, Tony following them.

“You’re shaking.” I whispered, placing a hand on Jacob’s arm, he closed his eyes, swallowing hard.

“I just killed a good man.”

“He wanted it, he asked for it.” I said, he shook his head.

“That should make me feel better but it doesn’t.”

I didn’t know what to say to comfort him so I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and we stayed in each other’s embrace for what seemed like hours.

*****

I returned to my room once I was sure Jacob was asleep, he needed to rest, even more than I did. The journal was exactly where I had left it. I had less than 10 pages left, so I curled up on the sofa and continued reading.

ENTRY THIRTY EIGHT

Jacob has not stopped.

The letters keep coming, each one more insistent than the last. I have intercepted every single one, but his persistence is a storm that refuses to abate. His words grow bolder, his tone more urgent, yet every letter brims with an unrelenting devotion to Adelaide.

“My Dearest Adelaide,” one began, “I've heard that your father has arranged a mate for you, but it's not too late. Please, I beg you, meet me tonight outside Silverstone. I will be waiting for you by the boundary, holding out hope that you will come and we can be together.”

He doesn’t understand hat this bond he speaks of is a curse as much as it is a connection. To let him reach Adelaide would be to condemn her to a fate like Meira’s. I cannot allow it.

I have taken the only course left to me. After consulting with the Moon goddess, I have found a suitable replacement mate for Adelaide—a young werewolf with a strong lineage and a kind heart.

Adelaide, of course, knows nothing of this plan. She remains blissfully ignorant of the letters and the chaos swirling around her.

ENTRY THIRTY NINE

Jacob’s final letter has arrived.

It arrived late in the evening, its envelope bearing no markings, but the energy within it was palpable. As I unfolded the parchment, I braced myself for what I might read.

“My Dearest Adelaide,” it began the same way as the others did, “I beg your forgiveness, for I have reached the end of my rope and have no other option. The council refuses to help, your father refuses to listen, and all other means to reach you have been blocked. I am a desperate man, forced to resort to extremes in an attempt to be with the lady I love. This will be my final letter, if it reaches you, please find it in your heart to forgive me. If not, then let it serve as a warning to your Father. I pray to Eda that we meet, either in this world or in the next if I do not survive this fight.”

The fury in his words was unmistakable, yet so too was the pain. My heart is bitter as he prays to the same being who had a hand in their suffering but he does not know and he shall never know.

I burned the letter as I had the others, but its message remains seared into my mind. Jacob is no longer content to wait. He is coming, and the storm he brings with him will tear apart everything I’ve fought to protect.

The Moon goddess entrusted me with this task, I can only pray that I have the strength to face what lies ahead.

ENTRY FORTY

The conflict within me grows heavier with each passing day. Jacob’s letters, his determination, his love for Adelaide—they haunt me. Every word he has written reminds me of Adar, of his unwavering devotion to Meira. And yet, it also reminds me of their sorrow, their untimely deaths, and the agony that followed.

Tonight, in my turmoil, I sought out the Moon goddess, seeking her guidance. I begged her to reconsider, to allow Jacob and Adelaide to be together. My voice cracked with desperation as I spoke of the futility of fighting destiny.

“They are mates,” I told her. “No matter what we do, they will find each other. Is it not crueler to deny them this than to let them face what comes together? Perhaps they could defy the odds, rewrite the tragedy that began with Adar and Meira.”

Her eyes, ancient and all-knowing, hardened with palpable hatred and disdain, her tone was resolute.

“Do you truly believe that?” she had asked, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. “Have you forgotten the pain Meira endured? The anguish of losing Alduin? The devastation of their deaths that cursed the land, killing all in its path? Have you forgotten how it began, with Adar’s love and their disobedience? It is not love that binds them, but a cycle of despair.”

Her words struck me like a hammer, but I could not let go of my doubts.

“But what if—” I began, only for her to cut me off.

“There is no ‘what if.’ Their union must not come to pass!!! You swore to me that you would see it through and you shall not dare to fail or defy me.”

She reached into the folds of her gown and retrieved a small vial, filled with a silvery, shimmering powder. “Take this,” she said, handing it to me. “When the time comes, you must touch Jacob with this powder. It will be the end of it all.”

“What will it do?” I asked, my voice trembling.

Her gaze turned distant, her expression unreadable. “It will do what must be done.”

She offered no further explanation, and I dared not press her. The vial felt impossibly light in my hands, yet its presence weighed on my soul. I do not know what this powder will do—whether it will end Jacob’s life, sever his bond with Adelaide, or something far worse. The uncertainty gnaws at me, but I know the time is fast approaching.

Jacob is coming. I can feel it in the air, the tension building like a storm on the horizon. I have prepared for this confrontation, but my resolve wavers. He was like a son to me once, and now I am tasked with stopping him at all costs.

The Moon Goddess says this is the only way to break the bond, but as I sit here staring at the vial in my hand, I wonder if I am about to repeat the very mistakes I swore to prevent.

*************

The ground trembled violently, and then a deafening roar echoed through the air. My head snapped up, eyes wide as I shot to my feet.

“JACOB!!!”

I ran out of the room, my feet pounding as I raced through the halls until I got to his room.

“JACOB!!!” I cried out, slamming my hand on the door. I could hear the sounds of furniture crashing against the wall.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked, running in. I shook my head, lips parted but no words came out. Tony tried to kick the door open but it held firm. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the lights went out, throwing us into darkness. The crashing and growls didn’t stop, the walls cracked under the ferocity of his fury.

“He’s going to destroy the entire cottage if we don’t stop him.” Tony uttered, slamming his shoulder against the door.

“Let me try.” I said, summoning all my energy and kicking the door, it flew off its hinges and I rushed in, finding Jacob kneeling on the floor, his room was a complete disaster. I was immediately hit with waves and waves of pain radiating off Jacob. If pain could strip a person bare and wreck the soul, then Jacob’s pain was capable of doing just that.

“J-Jacob.” I whispered, walking over to him, his entire body trembled, my eyes landed on the journal next to him. “J-Jacob?”

He turned to me, our eyes meeting, his breathing ragged, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I-I remember…”

My brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of what he was saying.

“I don’t understand…”

He swallowed, pointing to the journal.

“I… the journal… I… I remember… I remember that night, the vial, the powder… it was… it was the last thing I remembered before everything turned red.” He whispered. My eyes widened, a chill engulfing me.

She reached into the folds of her gown and retrieved a small vial, filled with a silvery, shimmering powder. “Take this,” she said, handing it to me.

“When the time comes, you must touch Jacob with this powder. It will be the end of it all.”

“What will it do?” I asked, my voice trembling.

Her gaze turned distant, her expression unreadable.

“It will do what must be done.”

The vial felt impossibly light in my hands, yet its presence weighed on my soul. I do not know what this powder will do—whether it will end Jacob’s life, sever his bond with Adelaide, or something far worse. The uncertainty gnaws at me, but I know the time is fast approaching.

“No… No… No…” I whispered over and over not wanting to believe what was right in front of me… there was no way, no way the powder Eda gave my father caused Jacob to go on a murderous rampage but even as I tried… I knew it to be true.

Eda was behind Jacob’s murderous rampage that resulted in the Silverstone m******e.