Mira’s POV
The cellar was damp and dark, the air heavy with the stench of blood and sweat. I stood at the edge of the room, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. My heart pounded as I watched Killian lift the whip once more. The sound of it cracking through the air made me flinch, and when it connected with Aaron’s back, he let out a strangled cry. Blood trickled down his already torn flesh, soaking the floor beneath him.
Aaron hung from iron chains bolted to the ceiling. His immortality meant that his wounds healed quickly, but Killian’s persistence left no time for recovery. Every time the skin mended, the whip tore it open again. The sight of Aaron, once a powerful Alpha, now reduced to this state, filled me with conflicting emotions. Relief, anger, and an ache I couldn’t quite place.
“Still not begging for mercy?” Killian growled, his voice low and menacing. He threw the whip aside and stepped closer, his dark eyes burning with hatred. “You should. It won’t save you, but it might make this less painful.”
Aaron’s head lolled to one side, his lips curling into a bloody sneer. “Mercy?” he rasped, his voice hoarse from screaming. “You think I want your mercy, boy? You’re weak, just like your father.”
Killian’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. I saw the flash of rage in his eyes, and I took a step forward. “Killian,” I said softly, my voice trembling. “Enough. He’s just trying to provoke you.”
Killian glanced at me, his expression softening for a moment. But then Aaron laughed–a cruel, hollow sound that echoed in the room. “She is right,” Aaron said, spitting blood onto the floor. “I do enjoy seeing you lose control. It’s almost entertaining.”
I stepped closer, my hands shaking. “Aaron,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “You won’t win. Whatever plans you had, they have failed. Isabella’s spirit will finally find peace now.”
Aaron’s eyes flicked to mine, and his smirk faded, replaced by a snarl. “Isabella,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “That b***h ruined everything. If you hadn’t interfered, Mira, I would’ve gotten rid of the curse. I would’ve become the most powerful Alpha, and no one–no one–could have stopped me.”
My
stomach churned at his words. The mention of Isabella, the pain in his voice when he said her name, was a stark reminder of the horrors he had inflicted. I clenched my fists. “She deserved better than you,” I said firmly. “And you’ll never hurt anyone again.”
Killian picked up the whip, his face a mask of fury. “You’re right, Mira,” he said. “He won’t.” Without another word, he brought the whip down again, and Aaron’s scream filled the room.
The days turned into weeks, and Killian’s relentless torture continued. Each time Aaron’s wounds healed, Killian would start again, ensuring the pain never truly ceased. I tried to stay away, to keep myself from witnessing the brutality, but something always pulled me back. I needed to see the end of this. For Isabella. For everyone Aaron had hurt.
One evening, after another session, Killian found me sitting on the steps outside the cellar. The moonlight bathed us in silver, and I could see the exhaustion etched on his face. He sat beside me, his hands stained with Aaron’s blood.
“I can’t keep doing this, Mira,” he admitted, his voice low. “It’s not enough. He’s immortal. No matter how
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much I hurt him, it won’t end.”
I reached for his hand, ignoring the blood, and held it tightly. “Then we end it,” I said. “For good.”
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Killian looked at me, his eyes searching mine. “The witch,” he said after a moment. “She has the dagger. The only thing that can kill him.”
“Then let’s get it,” I said, my resolve firm. “This needs to end.”
The final confrontation happened in the same cellar where Aaron had been tortured for weeks. Killian approached him, the dagger gleaming in his hand. Aaron, despite his weakened state, sneered at us.
“So this is how it ends,” he said, his voice taunting. “The great Alpha Killian, relying on a witch’s magic to do what he couldn’t with his own strength.”
Killian ignored him, stepping closer. I stood to the side, my heart in my throat. “Killian,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Be careful.”
Aaron’s eyes locked on mine, his expression darkening. “And you, Mira,” he spat. “You’re the reason for all of this, I could’ve been unstoppable. But you ruined everything.”
I felt a surge of anger and stepped forward. “You did this to yourself, Aaron,” I said. “Your greed, your cruelty- they brought you here.”
Killian didn’t give Aaron a chance to respond. With a swift, precise motion, he drove the dagger into Aaron’s chest. Aaron’s eyes widened, and a choked gasp escaped his lips. The runes on the blade flared brightly, and his body convulsed as the magic took hold.
I watched, frozen, as Aaron’s immortality shattered. His body began to crumble, the weight of his crimes dragging him into oblivion. My chest ached with a mix of relief and sorrow. It was over. Finally, it was over.
Killian pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly as Aaron’s body turned to ash. “It’s done,” he murmured, his voice soft. “It’s over.”
I nodded, burying my face in his chest. “Isabella can rest now,” I said, my voice trembling. “And so can we.” Killian ordered the ashes to be burned, ensuring no trace of Aaron would remain. As the flames consumed what was left of him, I felt a strange sense of closure. The nightmare was over, and a new chapter awaited
- us.
We stood together, watching the fire burn, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to
hope.
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