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Born hundreds of years ago perhaps into the era where humans for animals and the upper class watched for fun was something he was found delight in. He was cruel and so was his father but the comparison between them always showed that he surpassed his father in quality so much so that he never cared about the treaty between the shapeshifting community and that of the fangs had.

He was the young banished Prince of empire Kingdom who did not care about anyone else other than him except for his little mate that had walked along the way of his journey to power.

He watched it all happen as the beast clamping down on her leg just like it had done on Isla\'s. It was like history repeating itself only this time the victim would live. Adeline had to live till he wanted her to. If she wanted Adaline to die she would have died a long time ago but she was going to play The lost link between his mate and him. 

Adeline had him watching over her as the entire scene unfolded whereas Isla on the other hand was alone, just like Adeline thought she was initially. But he was there, watching her so that she would get hurt but not die. She deserved to get hurt. He was not the one to protect her but her mate who was so blissful that it had become easier to fool him into the depths of the jungle. 

He scoffed. Stupid mutt.

It was amazing how the lycan prince was brought down by him a banished prince of a fallen linage, a nobody. 

He heard a whimper and looked down to the mutt at the ground. He sneered at it and kicked its head hard. "Fucking stupid mutt, not dead yet, are you?" he taunted as the blood gushed out of the wound. He had abducted this wolf when he was just a baby who was lost in the words and he could not resist the temptation of grabbing him and torturing him to death. 

It was a strong wolf but strong wolves also came with a hint of arrogance. Noah was afraid that the wolf would go for Adeline\'s throat straight but the stupid wolf taunted with its prey first rather than eating it. He had done what exactly Noah had hoped him to do. Adeline was injured and scarred for life. She was never going to talk to anyone belonging to the supernatural world. The next time that she would see Xavier would probably be the last time because the fever he had installed in her brain after this was going to be scared in her mind her entire life. 

"Hmm," he stomped on the wounded wolf making it howl in pain. "What to do now?" His ears caught the squealing of the tires and he smiled. Adeline had left, another thing that had gone according to the plan. The next step was to make sure that she went ahead to the hospital and reached there without passing out of the hospital staff could treat her and her father would be made aware. 

He raised the gun in a random direction and shot. It echoed throughout that forest and he knew that Adeline had heard it too. The wolf had its head on its paws, ready to plead for his forgiveness and hiding away. He had finished the arrogance of another stupid four-legged mart and stormed it into the ground, just as they all were, into nothingness. 

Noah huffed out a laugh. "What makes you think you can hideaway? You are not hiding away from me? Or plead forgiveness?" he cooed and the wolf looked up in hope. Noah sneered and kicked it again making him cry out in pain. "You don\'t get to. You only get to die." He stated as he picked up the wolf and tore into the two and watched the life drain out of the wolves eyes. He dripped it and left it in the middle of the ground and shot at it again. The shot was going to play out the entire game because it was going to be the focus of attention for everyone else. 

His smell won\'t be recognised and they could not even detect it. Isla was good at concealing smells of emotions and a person altogether. They could assume that it was a vampire but the blood and urine on the ground would give away that it was a human and Adeline would be held responsible for killing an important figure. Which was not the part of the game he was playing at. He hoped that by the time his plan was finished the other one would unfold on its own. 

He stepped away from the bloody sight. He would have hungered for the blood but he would rather die than be thirsty for the blood of a mortal enemy. He would kill them all, drain them of their blood and starve instead. His mate had been killed by them all and there was no way in hell that he would let them all live in peace and the first part to their destruction was going to be the murder of the mate of a royal family member and then the royal family or together. 

Which was quite far stretched because he was just focusing on his mate first. 

They all should have been killed instead of coming up with a peace treaty with the shape-shifting realm. His king shook hands with a dirty muted king but he won\'t bow down. For Isla, if he had to kill them all then we would. He would finish them all off. He walked home, knowing well that Adeline had a shot given to her which would be enough for her to reach the hospital and if not, the guard would take her there as a good towns resident.

He took his seat on the comfortable couch. If humans were good at something then it was being comfortable. He stared at his beloved, soon to be reborn mate, Isla. Life of the undead was going to embrace her again and he would witness it. She was going to be the first mate resurrected and the most powerful woman he hoped. Resurrection was something seed and horrifying because no one had been successful at it but he had found the loophole, a way that would make sure that has made it come back. 

The love of his life had already suffered enough and now was the time for her to come back and left the life of luxury On The throne that she deserved. 

Footsteps were heard and he hummed. The trusted companion had come back and had hopefully carried out the task given to him; he would hate to get more blood on his hands. The stench of it disturbed his nose.

"Adrian," He sang out the name as the man bowed in front of him, "Is it done?" he said in a blank voice. His emotions and smile were only meant for his mate who had often complained about his blank face. 

The man nodded. "Yes sir. The boy is tied up as well." 

Noah smiled wider. His happiness had no bounds; in fact,t could not be described, to be honest. "Well then, I must pay him a visit." He stood up, "Lead the way."

And into the jungle, he led.

Deep inside the jungle was a man of nineteen years of age tie-up upside down with blood gushing down his forehead, a wound given to him when he was talking to his mate while being blissfully unaware of what was going on around him. It would heal in no time but not before his turn.

"The bat, please." He held out his hand for the silver bat with nails on it. It was passed to him and the moment he held it in his arms, he grinned maliciously before striking it. 

*****

The maid wiped his hands in hers. Dipping the cloth in water, she gently wiped the blood off of his hands until no residue of the liquid was left behind.

Noah sighed in fatigue, he didn\'t feel any, but the hitting had taken a toll on him. Hitting a Lycan who had wondrous healing abilities was a difficult job especially when one had to take out the personal grievances from someone; his entire clothes were soaked in blood. He had tried to protect his delicate face that Isla had loved but alas, blood had splattered on it too.

"The doctors have finished the operations on her. The leg would take long to heal without the help of her mate."

Noah laughed in joy. "Oh she in no way, ever, is asking for his help." He shook his head as his eyes twinkled in mirth. "She would never even look at him again." he declared.

Because she would hate him so much that she would choose to die.