Chapter 78: 78-The Devil Of A Man
Haiden:
I was going through hell in the exact moments when Mrs. Fiona was telling me what Clementine’s father had done to my sister.
"I think we should stop referring to him as that," my wolf argued. "He doesn’t deserve to be the father of such an amazing daughter."
He was right. It didn’t seem like Clementine took after her father. It had to be her mother, because her father—he was just a fucking monster.
"But it’s fine. Tonight will be the last night he gets to breathe open air, thinking he could be the king," my wolf added, and I began to nod.
I had been hiding behind the curtains for a while now, probably ten minutes. Troy was under the bed, and Clementine was somewhere near the changing partition.
It was a big room, and they had prepared quite a bit to enjoy the night. There was alcohol, some drugs were placed around, and there were other things used in bondage.
To think that this old man had ruined so many girls’ and women’s lives, yet was preparing to ruin another tonight, boggled my mind.
The fact that his own mate didn’t even question why he was emptying an entire floor with just one royal beta with him was unbelievable. It made me wonder whether Clementine’s stepmother and stepsister even cared what William Stark was up to, or if they were too afraid of him to ask, or maybe they were just happy to enjoy the luxuries.
They were turning a blind eye. I had heard about her stepmother, she was a pretty controlling woman, so I couldn’t stomach the idea that she had no clue and was scared of William Stark.
Then the door to the room opened, and my thoughts were interrupted. Lydia was dragged in by the royal beta. He was an irrelevant man, but still someone committing a crime. So he would definitely be punished. But I wasn’t focusing on him much.
"Please, I don’t want to do this," she instantly started begging them to stop.
And then I heard the voice of the devil himself.
"Why not? Isn’t your family serving me? Wouldn’t you want to serve me?"
It was the way he said it. William Stark—the man, the devil himself.
"I’m only twenty-one, and I haven’t even found my mate yet," Lydia uttered, probably shaking, scared of what the night would be like for her.
I could only think about my sister, and tears started to form in my eyes. She must have begged this old man the same way.
"So, you’re going to give your flower to some random omega? Because let’s be honest, it’s not like you could bag someone higher. So why not give your flower to the alpha? I’m the most powerful one. I’m a rich one too. If you want, I can give you so much in return for your service to me. All you need to do is be vigilant and understand that what I’m offering you isn’t so bad," William Stark said.
I was able to look at them because the corner where the windows were, the tall windows that reached up to the roof, was very dark. Thick curtains blocked the light from coming in, and I was behind them in the corner, peeking through. My body was burning with anger, but I had to stay quiet and let the show begin.
"But I don’t want to do it. I’ve only heard bad things about these night—-funs," Lydia said. She mentioned all the other times this man had dragged women into the room, and then the women would never be seen again. A few were, but I guessed those were the ones who probably allowed him. I’m pretty sure they had no choice but to convince themselves they were allowing it.
"Oh, so your mother told you about my other night funs?" William Stark hissed, reaching for her and putting his hand around her neck.
"Did she tell anyone else about it?" he asked, looking her in the eye, and she began to shake her head.
That’s when William Stark started to laugh and stepped back, slapping her face a little too hard, though trying to act like it was playful.
"It’s not like I’m scared. Nobody can ever stand up against me. You know, I’ve been doing this for so long, and not a single one has had the courage to come forward and confront me for it," William Stark said.
And I remembered what Clementine had told me. She said once her father made a decision, no one went against it.
However, the only difference was that this time there were council members and other high-ranking alphas on the second floor. So if he got caught tonight, it would be hard for him to get out of it.
But in order for anyone to do that, they needed to find some courage. And I guess we had the courage—the crusaders.
For the first time, I was proud of my title.
"I know your power, Alpha William Stark, but it hurts me to think that you believe women don’t have the right to say no to anyone touching their body."
As soon as Lydia said that, he backhanded her, and she landed in the arms of the royal beta, who instantly groped her, grabbing the opportunity to touch her.
I quickly looked down and closed my eyes. My fists were clenched. Although Lydia was planted there by us, it was also true that I didn’t want her to take all the heat, to be assaulted by this asshole of a man.
"No woman has a right over a man. And when you’re living under my roof, feeding on my food, getting paid by me, you definitely have no right to complain," William Stark said, hissing.
"What about the alpha’s daughters and wives?" Lydia said, a hand to her cheek, finally wriggling out of the royal beta’s arms. He was chuckling, staring at her with bad intent. William Stark seemed to zone out a little.
"Who are you talking about?" he asked.
"I’m talking about your best friend’s wife."
The minute she said that, I noticed William Stark’s face turn pale, and even the royal beta looked at him. I guessed he hadn’t understood that William Stark didn’t just think omegas were his slaves. He had actually extended his claws and touched the wives and daughters of alphas and royal betas as well.
"His wife deserved it," he said with a cocky smirk on his face.
And anger started to bubble inside me.