Marked By Destiny: Claimed By Three Alpha Brothers

Lucien placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, its flame casting a fleeting glow across his face. As his phone rang, he picked it up without hesitation.

"Did you find him?" he asked sharply, the desperation in his voice revealed the anger simmering beneath.

"Yes," Caleb replied. "We’ve tracked him down. Ronan is already on his tail."

Lucien exhaled a plume of smoke, his jaw tightening.

"But there’s a problem," Caleb added. "Once he crosses the border of our pack, we lose all jurisdiction. We won’t be able to touch him after that."

Lucien’s eyes darkened. "Then why the hell aren’t you and the others with him? Why is Ronan handling this alone?" he barked, fury erupting in his tone. "I gave a clear order, work as a unit!"

"Alpha, I told your brother exactly that," Caleb said quickly. "But he insisted we stay out of it. He said he’d bring the bastard back himself. I’m sorry."

Lucien’s voice lowered. "You’re supposed to follow my orders, not his. Where are you right now? Send me your location. I’m coming."

"Sure. We’re in—" Caleb began, but before he could finish, a voice shouted from behind him.

"Ronan’s got him! He caught the attacker!"

Lucien paused, the first flicker of relief flashing across his face.

"Alpha, did you hear that?" Caleb asked, his tone lifting with hope.

"I did," Lucien said. "Tell them I’ll be waiting... in the torture room."

Without another word, he ended the call, crushed the half-lit cigarette into the ashtray, and strode out of his room, his eyes burning with vengeance. Touching Leia and harming her was the worst mistake this guy had made.

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Ronan pushed open the heavy door of the torture room, where Lucien stood in the center.

"I caught him," Ronan said, dragging the bound man forward before throwing him to the floor. His knuckles were torn and bleeding, but he didn’t seem to notice. "Turns out, he’s the same bastard who stole the technique I created... and handed it to a rival pack."

Lucien’s jaw tightened. He took a step forward, his crimson eyes glowing with fury as he looked down at the man squirming on the floor.

"So he didn’t just try to kill Leia," Lucien said coldly, "he committed treason too."

Ronan nodded, breathing heavily. "Yeah. He committed two heinous crimes at once," he confirmed.

Behind Ronan, Caleb and Draken stepped into the torture room, their expressions grim.

"There’s more to the story, Alpha," Caleb began. "He’s not just guilty of attacking Leia and stealing your technique. He murdered two of our own. We found their bodies at different locations. One was in the bathroom of Purple Bakery, which Leia has visited."

"They weren’t working alone," Draken added. "We discovered they were part of a group. All of them infiltrated our territory posing as abandoned omegas. They’re from the Mist Blood Pack."

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. "So this was a planned strike on us."

He turned his cold gaze to the bloodied man kneeling before him.

"What’s your name?"

The man smirked despite the gash on his forehead. "Gale," he spat. "End me quickly."

"You don’t have to tell me," Lucien replied.

But then Gale tilted his head slightly, a cruel gleam in his eyes. "That bitch... Many are interested in her. Can you really keep her safe?"

Ronan took a step forward, his fists clenched, but Lucien raised a hand to stop him.

He walked closer until he was inches from Gale and knelt before him.

Lucien’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "You should have begged for mercy. Because now... I won’t even let you die quickly."

Gale’s smirk faltered hearing those words.

Caleb and Draken exchanged a glance, knowing this was only the beginning.

Gale continued to glare, hatred burning in his bloodshot eyes, but Lucien didn’t flinch.

"Take out the nails of his hands," Lucien ordered coldly. "And then, take his teeth out. One by one."

Caleb gestured to a warrior, who stepped forward immediately, not waiting to question the command. The other warrior brought over the tools.

Gale clenched his fists, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as he spat out, "What are you going to tell Leia, Lucien? That you’re nothing more than a ruthless, blood-hungry beast? I watched her closely... She’s too kind for a world like ours. So pure, so gentle. And you’re not the only one who wants to brand—"

Before he could finish, Lucien’s hand struck like a flash of lightning, slamming into Gale’s face with brutal force. The man crashed to the dust filled ground, and his skull hit the stone floor. The gash on his forehead split wider, spilling fresh blood that ran down the bridge of his nose.

He whimpered, dazed, the fight in his eyes fading under Lucien’s lethal glare.

"Wolves like you don’t deserve mercy. You don’t understand simple words."

His claws lengthened, gleaming in the dim light as he crouched beside Gale.

"I was going to make you suffer," Lucien whispered, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him halfway off the ground. "But now I think instant death is a kindness compared to what you deserve."

In one swift motion, Lucien drove his claws deep into Gale’s throat. The man’s body convulsed as blood bubbled from his mouth, and he caught Lucien’s hand in an attempt to stop him. But it was impossible to get freed from Lucien’s grip.

Lucien leaned close to his ear and growled, "Before you die, remember your Alpha. Because I’ll be sending him to hell right after you."

He let Gale’s lifeless body fall to the ground with a thud.

Lucien stood with blood staining his shirt. "Send his body to the Mist Blood Pack with a note that their Alpha must see me if he wants to live," he ordered, his eyes still remaining red.

Ronan furrowed his brows together. This kind of anger he was first time witnessing in Lucien. It showed how scared he was of losing Leia.