The Alpha's Forsaken Feisty Mate-Chapter 47: Please, Alpha, spare us

**Violent Chapter Trigger Warning**

After Radulf fed porridge to Zenna, he watched her falling asleep because of the medicine’s effect. He finally got down the bed, his mind a bit relaxed after he had a small conversation with Zenna.

"Don’t leave her sight. I will be back soon," Radulf instructed Pia before heading out of the chamber. He arrived in his own chamber, preparing himself to kill the hunter. As he wore the boots, he felt Savio’s presence.

"Alpha, they are in a local bar, a perfect chance to kill them without coming into King’s suspect," Savio said.

"But I want the Alpha King to suspect me and fear me more," Radulf said, straightening up and turning to face his beta. The long cape on his back touched the floor as he walked toward Savio. "Did you find out the guards who dragged out Zenna to the punishment ground? They might have heard what Phillipe said to Zenna," he stared.

"Yes, I did. They are with the hunter in the bar. Did Luna not tell you?" Savio asked as they both walked out of the chamber.

"No. She’s stubborn," Radulf replied.

"You must have not asked her with love," Savio commented.

"What do you mean?" Radulf chuckled. "I asked her in as much as polite way I could."

"Then, why didn’t you use your power to compel the Luna to speak? Wouldn’t that be easier to know what transpired between her and the Alpha King?" he queried.

"My compelling doesn’t work on her. I can make her do a few things, but I can’t make her speak. Perhaps because she’s wolf less omega," Radulf murmured.

"That explains it," Savio said.

The two of them mounted the horses and rode to the bar.

When they arrived at the bar, Radulf and Savio reined in their horses, their eyes scanning the scene before them.

The establishment was packed, the sound of loud, raucous laughter and booming music spilling out into the street. Inside, the atmosphere was wild—people danced without restraint, alcohol flowed freely, and the air was thick with the mingling scents of wine and smoke.

"They are around that table," Savio told Radulf, who turned his left. Three men were seated around the table, laughing and drinking together.

Radulf walked to them while Savio closely followed him.

Radulf stopped in front of the table, his sharp gaze fixed on the group of three. Without a word, he grabbed a bottle of alcohol, which drew their attention. The guards seated with the pot-bellied man instantly recognized him, causing their expressions turning pale.

But the hunter, oblivious to the storm brewing before him, glanced at his companions. "Who is he?"

"Alpha Radulf," one of them whispered, his voice laced with fear.

The pot-bellied man’s eyes widened, but he masked his nervousness with bravado. "What?" he exclaimed before falling silent.

Radulf didn’t wait for pleasantries. "Follow me outside." Without waiting for a response, he walked away while grabbing the alcohol bottle.

The trio exchanged uneasy glances before following him to the back of the bar, where the noise from inside faded, leaving an eerie silence. The pot-bellied man placed his hands on his hips, trying to appear confident.

"Why is an Alpha meeting us like this?" he sneered. "Scared of being caught in daylight by the Alpha King?"

Radulf’s emerald eyes burned with fury as he stepped closer. "Did you use the whip on Zenna?"

The hunter smirked, his laugh grating and dismissive. "Yes. The King ordered me to punish the illegitimate princess. I was just following–"

Before he could finish, Radulf swung the bottle with force, smashing it against the man’s face. Glass shattered, the sharp shards embedding themselves in his skin. The man screamed, clutching his bloodied face as he staggered backward.

"What the–!" he yelled, but Radulf silenced him with a swift punch to his gut. The force of the blow sent tremors through his body, and he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.

Radulf knelt down, picking up a jagged shard of glass from the ground. He pressed the shard above the man’s eye and a low growl escaped his throat. "You dared to lay a hand on her."

The guards panicked and turned to flee, but Savio was already there, blocking their path with a menacing smirk. "Going somewhere?" he taunted, cracking his knuckles.

Radulf loomed over the hunter, his shadow casting a dark silhouette across the bloodstained ground. The hunter, trembling with fear, clasped his hands together in desperate plea.

"Please, spare me!" he begged, tears streaming down his dirt-smeared face.

Radulf’s lips curled into a menacing smirk as he leaned closer, his voice low and cold. "Mercy? That word is foreign to me."

Without hesitation, he drove the jagged edge of the glass shard into the man’s eye. A guttural scream tore from the hunter’s throat as blood gushed out, staining his face and pooling beneath him. The agony contorted his features as his body convulsed violently.

Radulf yanked the shard free, crimson dripping from its tip, before plunging it into the hunter’s other eye. The man shrieked louder, his hands clawing at the air, searching for a reprieve that would never come.

"This," Radulf growled, his voice laced with venom, "is for hurting my woman. You dared to use that whip on her, not knowing the price you would pay."

Radulf drove the shard deep into the hunter’s chest, piercing his heart. He twisted the weapon ruthlessly, ensuring every ounce of pain was felt. Blood bubbled from the man’s lips as his body spasmed in its final moments.

Radulf rose to his full height, his boot pressing down on the man’s heaving chest. "Die slowly," he muttered, his expression void of pity or remorse as he watched the life drain from the hunter’s eyes.

The moment the pot-bellied man lay lifeless, Radulf turned his piercing gaze to the two remaining guards. They stumbled back, their faces pale and drenched with sweat.

"Please," the guard on the left stammered, dropping to his knees with hands clasped in supplication. "We were only following the King’s orders!"

Radulf’s icy stare cut through them like a blade. "And how many times," he demanded, his voice a low growl, "has Zenna endured punishments like this?"

The guard on the right hesitated, his voice trembling as he replied, "We... we’ve lost count."

Radulf’s nails elongated as he pulled one of them up, the enlarged nails pierced through his neck. "Then, try to recall," he said.

The man whimpered in his arm, fighting for his life before Radulf threw him on the ground. The blood covered his large nails and he looked at the other, who was now crying for his own life.

"Every time she was summoned to the palace, she was punished," the guard with the injured neck finally gasped out as blood trickled from the wound.

"Did you hear why the Alpha King punished her for this time?" he asked.

The guards, who had served their posts outside the King’s private chamber during the day for years, were privy to palace rumors and secrets. The injured man hesitated, his trembling hands clutching his neck as he dared to answer.

"The Alpha King was furious because... because she refused to fulfill his order," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "He... he wants her to bear a son soon."

Desperate to save his life, the injured man crawled toward Radulf, his bloody hands reaching out to grab at his boot. "Please, Alpha, spare us," he begged, his voice cracking as he pressed his forehead to the ground in submission.