Hated By The Alpha-Chapter 142: The End?

Malachi was sweating profusely, both from fear and the heat from the fire expanding rapidly through the building.

"P-please Audrey, m-my daughter, please, I’m your father, you can’t kill me!" Malvhi stumbled over a Fallen chair as he tried to escape.

Audrey scoffed, angry. She thought of all the things this man had made her mother go through and felt a fresh wave of anger and revenge wash over her.

"You shouldn’t have raped her in the first place, Malachi," She said in an angry voice.

"P-please! I’m sorry!" Malack screamed as Audrey formed an angry-looking fireball in the palm of her hand.

"Oh, don’t worry, you won’t die without an apology," Audrey moved forward and pressed her fire right against his left eye.

"Argh!!!!" Malachi screamed painfully, the sizzling sound of skin burning was heard, and it wasn’t long before he fainted from the intense pain.

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Malachi woke up in excruciating pain; he thought he had died; he would have really preferred death to the condition he was facing.

He slowly and painfully opened his one good eye. The pain in the other eye threatened to blind the other good one; he wanted to die. The humiliation was too much.

He had failed, the most dangerous Alpha had been reduced to nothing.

"Good morning, Malachi," He heard a girl’s voice beside him.

He managed to use his one good eye to look around his environment. He saw that he was hanging upside down at the center of Grey Blood Pack’s practice field.

A girl was standing in front of him, her white dress blinding him under the bright morning sun.

"W-who are you?" Malachi croaked out, his voice dry and scratchy.

"Green," Green simply replied.

"You’re about to face your death, but before that, you’re going to apologize for your sins," Green addressed with a straight face.

Malachi’s body was straining from pain, and when he heard what Green said, his body trembled vigorously.

He was going to die; he knew he had no one to plead for him, and he knew he deserved it; he just never thought his end would coke from the hands of his own daughter.

It was time he had a taste of his own medicine.

Green brought out a knife and raised it above her head.

Malachi saw the knife and started to squirm.

"No, no, please, let me speak to my daughter-in-law first, please don’t kill - Argh!" He fell unceremoniously to the ground.

Green easily fixed her dagger back in her boots and dragged Malachi up.

"Ugh, ouch!" He grunted as Green handled him roughly.

"Move, old man," Green pushed him forward, and with his legs still weak and numb from hanging upside down the whole night, he stumbled over a piece of rock and fell face-first.

"Argh...Ugh... oh," Malachi groaned painfully; his bad eyes started bleeding anew from the impact of the fall.

His vision became incredibly blurted and he wasn’t sure he could see anything two feet away from him.

"Get to, Malachi; I’m sure you’re used to this kind of situation; you’ve put billions of people through it," Green spoke above him.

"Get up, don’t keep the Luna waiting," Green ordered coldly.

Malachi painstakingly lifted himself from the floor.

"Good. Now, one foot in front of the other," Green ordered.

The journey to the Packhouse was treacherous for Malachi; it was the longest and most dreadful journey he’d ever ventured into.

He limped every step of the way, pain threatening to kill him before Audrey did.

"Go in," pushed open the door to the packhouse.

Malachi slowly entered, sensing a particular presence immediately.

It was Isabella’s presence; he had gotten so used to it; after molesting her for years, he got attuned to her scent and presence, but there was something different this time; she seemed more alive and happy, feelings he never thought he’d experience in her.

Audrey was sitting beside her mother in the general living room, her cousin, aunt, friends, and Ms. Bridget were all present. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

They stared at the one-eyed man as he staggered his way into the living room.

Isabella was filled with rage as she stared at Malachi; she felt the buttoned-up anger for him spill out all at once at his very sight.

She didn’t know the level of hatred he had for him was even possible in this world.

Audrey noticed her mother’s mood swing and gently placed her hand on her thigh, calming her down.

"It’s alright, Mom, he’s about to face what he should have long faced," Audrey promised.

"Kneel, Malachi," Green pushed Malachi down in front of Isabella, standing behind him.

Malachi winced from pain, lowering his face to the ground in shame.

"Face up, Malachi," Audrye ordered slowly.

Malachi obeyed immediately; he looked up and stared at Isabella’s beautiful face with one eye.

He could feel the hatred emanating from the woman as she quietly glared at him.

"Do I have to tell you what to do?" Audrey spoke quietly.

"N-no," Malachi hurried to answer.

He turned back to face Isabella and put his hands together in a plea.

"I’m sorry. I mean it. I was wrong for raping you nineteen years ago," Malachi croaked out.

Isabella sobbed, hearing him. I took the incident that had happened years ago; she needed that apology. It didn’t take away what had already happened, but it relieved her heart a little, giving her a little gratification.

But that doesn’t mean she’ll forgive him, he didn’t deserve to be forgiven.

"I know I’m wrong, Isabella, but I hope you find a place in your kind heart to forgive me, please, I don’t want to die," Malachi pleaded.

Moranda scoffed, chuckling. "So you know the word, kind. And you know what it means for someone to beg for his life. It’s good you know how it all he’s now," Miranda looked down at him condescendingly.

Malachi was ashamed; he never imagined his mighty self to ever be at the mercy of women, women who he believed to have no value other than sexing them, women who he treated as trash, women who he killed in his spare time. Now he knelt before them, bowing to them, and begging for mercy.

"You’ve broken many homes and killed many innocent souls; tell us, why do you think we’ll be kind enough to spread you?" Miranda questioned, her face calm but her tone angry.

"You sent your dog, Elena, she’s dead, by the way, to go kill my sister years ago. But she ended up killing the Luna of this pack, who was a mother, a mate, a sister, a friend, and a Luna. You have no regard for humanity; you kidnapped my sister, raped her as often as you wished every day, and you used the innocent girls in your pack as sex slaves, trading them for human trafficking. You kill anyone who seems to you as a threat to your evil progressions; you manipulate, you implicate, and you destroy. Tell me, Malachi, if we were the one in your shoes right now, would you spare us?" Miranda asked calmly.

Malachi listened to all she said about him and found none to be false. He was everything she said, even worse.

"I’m sorry, I-"

"Wrong answer, Malachi," Audrey interrupted, standing up and walking around him.

Malachi gulped, he looked pleadingly at Isabella but when he saw the decided look on her face, he knew that his redemption was not coming from anywhere.

"No, I wouldn’t spare anyone," He replied, lowering his damaged face to the floor.

Audry laughed softly, "Good. Now you know you can’t be spared either. Mother, do you have anything to say to him before he goes to meet his dear Elena?" Audrey asked.

"Burn him alive," Isabella stated simply.

Audry chuckled, "We share the same thought, mother," She smiled menacingly at Malachi.

Malachi was sweating, "No! Please, Daughter, please, I beg you!" He fell to the ground holding Audrey’s leg.

"Argh!!!" He screamed, hand trembling as blood oozed out from it.

Green had not wanted time to fix her sharp and pointed dagger into the back of the hand he was using to hold Audrey’s leg.

"That’s not acceptable, Malachi bent over and retrieved her dagger, causing Malachi to scream again.

"Get up and get out," Green ordered.

Malachi refused to stand, knowing he was walking to his death. So, Green ordered some guards to carry him out of the packhouse and back to the practice field.

Malachi struggled to the rest of his strength as they tied him upside down. He begged, cried, wept, and promised to change, but no ear acknowledged his voice.

"He’s ready, Great one," Green bowed as Audrey arrived.

"Thank you, Green," She nodded at her.

Green bowed again and stepped away from her.

"Ouch, Watch where you’re going, White," Alpha Sebastian winced as Green stepped on his toes.

Green simply stared back at him and moved aside. "My apologies, Sebastian," She gave him a curt nod and faced Audrey.

Audrey stood in front of Malachi, staring emotionless at him.

"Your time has come to an end, Malachi," Wasting no time, she stepped back and sent a ball of flaming fire to Malachi’s body.

Scream, grunt, wail, went up the air as Malachi felt his skin burning.

Smoke rose to the sky, the smell of burning flesh could be scented throughout the whole pack, and blood dripping from his body, Mike had a barbecue.

Audrey went over to her mother and hugged her, "It’s ended, mother, it’s ended."