The Alpha's Fated Mate Is an Outcast-Chapter 42

Cyrus looked at Keelion first, before slowly nodding.

"And why is that? What did he do to you?"

Cyrus bit into his bottom lip.

"H-he.... I was made to do his work because he couldn’t do them—"

"Who made you?"

"A-Augustus."

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"It made me mad. I shouldn’t have to do someone else’s work because they were weak."

"I heard Alexis apologized to you. Is that true?"

"Yes..." Cyrus nodded. "He did."

"Why were you going to hurt him again?"

He couldn’t answer. He couldn’t even raise his head to look at him.

"You had no reason." It wasn’t a question. "A grown man like you..." Disgust rolled with those words.

Keelion tossed the phone to the floor. He stared at the man on his knees, and for a second for whatever reason, Cyrus assumed he was being let off the hook.

Reality dawned on him when Keelion yanked him off the floor with a hand to his throat and peered into his eyes.

A painful pressure burned around his eyes. But that didn’t matter, because he was stabbing into his mind, torturing him without moving a muscle.

"Do you know who you hurt? How dare you put your filthy hands on her?" His bellow went straight into the man’s skull. "Do you know half of what I want to do to you? I’d kill you actually."

Cyrus was crying out at this point like a baby.

Keelion made it hurt so bad, that blood began to pour from his mouth and nose. It streamed, running to his hand and his face screwed in disgust. He immediately threw him so forcefully that Cyrus went flying into the wall, the concrete cracking slightly at the impact.

He plummeted to the floor, choking and gagging, unable to breathe.

"Is this how you were going to hurt her? Beat her to a pulp, is this it?" The man questioned.

"I’m sor...." He spurted out the blood in his mouth.

But Keelion wasn’t done with him. He grabbed him by the hair and slanted his head to take a good look at his face, his free hand, balling into a fist.

"Hurting her made you feel good, didn’t it? It filled your ego that has been empty since you were reduced to nothing from your high seat, no?"

"I—"

Crack. His fist plowed into his face, breaking his nose. "You hit her this hard, didn’t you? I saw it. You made her bleed. But do you know what pisses me off the most?"

Another punch. "It’s the fact she lied to me because of you. Because she thought you were pitiful. Do you deserve her pity?"

Cyrus couldn’t answer. He was hurting all over like he’d never done before. It was excruciating.

The punches brutally came a few times, before Keelion’s bloody fingers wrapped around his throat, lifting and choking him.

"You don’t hurt women. Alphas do not hurt omegas. Didn’t you know that, or did you lack that much decency? I would kill you, but she’s too kind—I would be a monster in her eyes. And it’s infuriating that I care enough so much I’m holding back the urge to remove your existence. But don’t worry, I’m not that generous. Even if I won’t kill you, I’ll make sure to leave you in a state where you will never have the audacity to lift your hands on anyone again, especially women."

It was over for him. Cyrus knew that much.

....

Augustus, who’d returned from dismissing the staff, stopped in front of the door. Cyrus was probably dead.

He was the only one who knew Keelion enough. The man’s temper was frightening—calm, but cruel.

There was no way he would let Cyrus off, and as bizarre as it seemed, one thing he was sure of was the fact that the beta, Alexis, meant something to him. He wasn’t sure what it was and he couldn’t pin his finger on it.

The door pulled open.

Augustus lifted his head, and there stood, Keelion, taller, intimidating, clothing and hands bloody.

"He’ll continue to work here," was all Keelion said before stepping past him, making his way down the hallway until he arrived at the elevator that took him to the second floor.

He proceeded straight to his master bedroom, and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

When he turned, he was met with Alexis who was seated at the edge of his bed, fingers fidgety. Her bright-colored eyes with a tint of green rose to stare at him.

She was afraid of him, he knew it—because she stiffened. He wondered what was running through her mind because he knew he looked insane at that very moment.

Alexis shakily swallowed and slowly rose from the bed.

She couldn’t take her eyes off the man, not even as he stood there, gazing at her with an expression she couldn’t read.

His white shirt was covered in traces of blood, and the strands of his white hair that messily fell in his eyes were bloody as well. His hands were no exception.

What had he done?

"He definitely dealt with that jerk," Sereia laughed where she sat on the floor.

Alexis couldn’t utter a word.

Keelion took a step toward her.

She quickly asked, "What did you do?"

"Be specific, butterfly."

"Did you—did you kill him?"

"What if I did?" He ran his bloody fingers through his hair, powerful thighs flexing. "Does that frighten you? More than him, hurting you?"

A few moments passed. She couldn’t answer him, lowering her gaze to the floor.

"You didn’t kill him, did you?"

He was in her face in a single moment. His darkened eyes narrowed at her.

"Why do you care? You lied to me when you know that what I hate the most is lies, especially from you."

"I’m sorry about that," Alexis mumbled at him, sincerely, because she was genuinely apologetic. "It’s just..."

"You lied to me because of him," he spoke, a smooth voice deepening into a snarl. "Why?"