An Alpha's Forbidden Mate-Chapter 19: THE MAD GOD’S WARNING

Chapter NINETEEN

Dylan was pacing so fast it looked like he might wear a hole into the marble floor.

"I’m cooked... I’m so cooked," he muttered, chewing at his nails.

Klaus lounged calmly on a blood-red chair, one leg crossed over the other as he poured himself another glass of whiskey.

"Calm down."

Dylan spun on him.

"Calm down? Klaus, if your brother finds out I was the one who told you about Luna, he’ll put my head on a spike!"

Klaus didn’t even look worried. His voice stayed smooth.

"Elijah won’t find out. I used my Domain to bury my aura completely. Even if he searches that place himself, nothing will trace back to you. Besides—" he lifted the glass, "—you came to me. Not the other way around."

Dylan’s anger flared.

"Yeah, I came to you—but I didn’t tell you to kill her! How the hell are we supposed to get the token back if she’s dead?"

Klaus took a slow sip.

"She wasn’t carrying it idiot."

Dylan’s blinked.

"Wait... what?"

"She wasn’t with it," Klaus repeated. "If she had the token, she would’ve given it to me the moment I was about to kill her father."

"Then WHY kill her?" Dylan exploded. "If you’d brought her here, we could’ve interrogated—"

Klaus sighed and set his glass down with a soft clink.

"She wasn’t going to talk. Not after I killed her father, besides not after what I saw in her eyes."

He paused—just one heartbeat, but enough for his expression to shadow.

Dylan frowned. "What happened? What about her eyes?"

Klaus’ jaw ticked.

"Nothing."

But something had happened—something he didn’t want to admit maybe fear. Every time he remembered Luna’s eyes, that cold shiver crawled up his spine again.

Fear.

A word too insulting for someone like him.

How could an progenitor fear an omega wolf? Impossible. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He straightened.

"Besides, I remember Luna had a younger brother. What was his name again?"

"Tom," Dylan supplied.

"Right." Klaus rested his elbow on the chair. "Find him. If anyone has the token, it’ll be him."

Dylan groaned.

"I doubt it. And Klaus—shouldn’t we slow down? The clan elders are already getting suspicious of me. Luna and her family sudden absence from meetings after the moonlight festival Is beginning to tip them off that something is wrong.If communication or contact outside the forest wasn’t forbidden, they would’ve known the truth and confronted us. By now my head would have been on a stake . I can’t be searching for a boy while cleaning the mess your idiotic brother pushed me to make, we should take over the clan while we still have the advantage of surprise by our —"

He didn’t finish.

Before Klaus tapped his foot on the floor.

Just one small tap.

The ground exploded with red aura.

Dylan was instantly forced to his knees, choking cause he could hardly breathe, his bones rattling as the pressure crushed him.

Klaus lifted his head slowly. Veins bulged across his temple, his skin turning icy blue. The red chair beneath him froze solid, frost crackling outward like spiderwebs. With a flick of his hand, Dylan flew backward, slamming into the wall so hard it broke. Wooden shards shot into the air—then hung there covered by a red aura as Klaus directed them with invisible force.

One gesture.

The shards launched straight into Dylan’s stomach.

He choked on a mouthful of blood, eyes wide, body pinned to the wall like an insect.

Klaus walked toward him, calm as a god strolling through a battlefield.

He tapped Dylan’s cheek lightly.

" My family and I might have some certain issues... but if you ever insult my family again," he whispered, voice cold enough to freeze bone, "I will show you why low beings like you call me the Mad God."

His skin slowly returned to its human color. With no effort at all, Klaus yanked the stake from Dylan’s stomach. Damien collapsed, groaning, blood spreading across the floor.

Werewolf Guards rushed in— immediately they saw Klaus and they froze fear. They didn’t dare take one step closer.

Klaus didn’t even glance at them.

"Get me the boy in a week or else," he said.

Then he vanished.

A second later, both guards’ heads thudded to the ground.

Klaus’s voice echoed through the air, low and amused.

"I’ll take this as your apology."

A cold, mirthless laugh followed—one that made Dylan’s blood freeze.

Dylan’s trembled, holding his bleeding stomach.

What was I thinking... bringing this monster into the plan?

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Back at Luna’s Home

The rain was heavy that night, pounding against the rooftops and muddying the earth.

Doors creaked open.

Neighbors stepped outside—then froze.

Luna’s body lay in the middle of the yard, soaked in rainwater and blood. Her white skin had turned ghost-pale, her dress torn, her hair plastered to her cheeks.

Her father’s headless corpse knelt beside her—like a man still begging for mercy even after death.

Screams tore through the night. Women stumbled backward, hands covering their mouths. Men rushed forward only to stop, shielding their wives’ eyes from the horror.

Within minutes, the police arrived and sealed off the scene. The verdict was quick:

Luna was dead.

Her father was dead.

Their bodies were taken to the morgue.

Rain washed the blood away—but not the terror.

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Days Later — The Morgue

The room was silent.

Too silent.

Luna lay on the metal slab, untouched for days. Her skin was still pale... but then—

A subtle shift.

Her color began to return, from ghost-white to a faint human shade. Her fingers twitched. Darkness seeped through her open eyes, swallowing the original hue until only two bottomless black voids stared into the ceiling.

The air froze.

Every shadow in the room bent toward her—

As if bowing.

And then—

Luna inhaled.

Slow. Sharp. Wrong.

Her lips parted.

But no breath escaped.

Just silence.

A silence so deep it felt like the room itself was holding its breath.

Because the moment Luna opened her eyes...

Death opened its own.