Chapter 62

The sound of metal clinking with its contact with metal was heard every time Constantine moved a muscle.

Nothing new here, just the usual chains and cuffs. Same old boring attempts to keep him in place, but obsolete because of the valuable lessons he learned from the tough love his father often bestows on him. At least his father knew how to keep him in place for a while longer, and the secret was to make him lose consciousness.

Another thing was, as much as it hurt, silver was useless on him otherwise.

It weakened lycans, gave them a searing pain and slowly poisoned them the more they were exposed to it like a cursed object that made them wither. The silver chains were a nice burning touch to his restrains, he was a fan of it, but it didn't do anything to him.

Those attempts at torturing him were laughable due to how little they knew about him.

His mother was human.

Silver only gave him mild burns when it touched him. It being near did nothing but hurt them not him.

Honestly he didn't know if he should be bored or amused at this point.

"Hey, so," Constantine kicked up his restrained foot to make a loud noise echo in the room, successfully grabbing the attention of the men keeping watch on him. "If I get my meal, will you give me silverware, too?"

Their expressions soured, but did not hide the bafflement they felt as they observed just how little all the silver they exposed him to affected him. If he were a normal pure-blood, he'd probably be emptying his guts by now, and it'll be a huge pile of black substance coming out of him. His face would wither as he decayed, and he'd succumb to death that wasn't coming. Dying by silver would take an agonizingly long time.

They clearly just wanted to torment him.

The whole thing became even more funny whenever one of the men watching over felt some of the effects forcing someone else to take their place as they recovered.

It's amusing, but the wait was boring.

Constantine was almost happy when his father walk in alongside three other alphas, one of them was the mastermind of all of this, alpha Hawthorne himself.

But Constantine's amused attention fell on one person. "Didn't know you cared enough to visit."

Years of dealing with him took a toll on his father as he tiredly looked at him with an expressionless face. A face that made it clear that he's rather be anywhere else than here even though it displayed nothing, but he did look sourly at the silver that was placed strategically around Constantine.

"Seems like I have a new member joining the pack." He said in clear disinterest, he already knew about it, but it didn't hurt to make it seem as if he didn't around the three alphas. They were in the dark about most of the details. "I was forced to come."

But one of the alphas couldn't contain his emotions. "You had no right to do that! To force a mark on someone-"

Chris merely sighed noticing how his son's attention snapped to that alpha. This was not going to end well, but he did not want to interfere more than he had to.

"Was you son one of the three I killed?"

He really didn't want to interfere but Constantine was not making it easy.

The alpha stood there, shaking in his place, but in an impressive display of self-control, he did not attempt to attack the restrained killer who was waiting to see how far his provokes would go. More of a cat than a wolf, always playing a game somehow without any regards to anyone but his amusement.

Chris hated that about his son as he watched him be tugged by the neck like a leashed dog.

"You crushed his spine, yes." The alpha told him breathing in his face and Constantine was not affected in the least by his words as he listened. "Don't worry about it, though. I'll give you the same treatment."

The curious look he got was not what he had expected. "Then why not start now?"

Sometimes Chris regretted how aware his son was.

"Don't." Chris warned, but it wasn't Constantine he was warning as he made it clear when he pulled the alpha back by his arm. The alpha obliged stepping away, but he was still staring heatedly at his son's killer. He had every right to be enraged. "He's provoking you on purpose. Don't attack him."

"I understand he's your son, but I do think your protectiveness is misplaced." The alpha told him in a very subtle polite way to back off, and Chris let go of his arm not looking happy at that.

He wasn't being protective towards Constantine, he was being protective towards him.

"If you spill a drop of blood, you'll only have yourself to blame."

"Can we get to why I am here?" Chris' words were easily forgotten when Constantine barged in with his own, taking a playful tone as they did so. The playfulness was always a sign of impatience, and his patience was running thin. "I want to negotiate if possible."

This caught alpha Hawthorne's interest as crossed his arms humoring him. "Negotiate? What are your terms?"

"They're simple." Constantine grinned leaning relaxedly into his restraints, shrugging as he did so. One hand moved higher than the other, and Chris knew for certain that it was on its way to be free – if it wasn't already. "I will not come back here, and you'll forget this happened. Everyone's happy."

That was honestly an unexpected and generous offer considering who is offering it, but it seems like nobody other than Chris had thought so. There was nothing he could say to convince them to let this matter go, not after all the carnage that he caused, but there's something nobody gets.

This wasn't just an abnormally strong lycan who keeps committing crimes, it may appear so, but it wasn't. This was a monster they couldn't handle because they didn't know how. The way they locked him up, the silver they littered around, the way they kept on falling for his words again and again.

Once the twisted games end, and once the fun's over, the bloodlust would show its ugly self. He was already raring to go, Chris saw the twitchy signs.

Because Constantine is like a struggling addict who could barely keep it controlled. This is why Chris never really stopped him from going after ferals so relentlessly, but he did expect others to be killed, too. Constantine needed his fix, and he'll chase any excuse to get it.

It is best to just let him leave, he'll peacefully be on his way.

But there's not a single person would take that offer. There was no way that they would, not after all he had done. Instead they saw an opportunity and a chance for revenge. The reasonable thing would be to keep him locked up – which would only last for a short while – but those three alphas didn't plan to do that.

Not when the silent one started to speak making Chris wish he had a drink to watch how all of this went down.

"This omega of yours." The alpha started as he leaned over Constantine with an impassive look. "You clearly want to see him again considering how you got caught trying to take them away again."

This didn't get a verbal response, but Constantine did tilt his head in interest.

"We'll let you see him." The alpha told him, but Constantine didn't give much of a reaction since he knew that there will be something else that would follow. "But only if you do what we say."

The tone Constantine used made Chris clench his teeth. "And if I don't?"

The alpha leaned back and stood to his full height, alpha Hawthorne didn't look too happy with this as he felt guilty, but the other two didn't share his guilt.

"Then you'll never see him again. It's as simple as that."

There was silence as Constantine scanned them.

Chris was just there because he was asked to, he had no involvement in the whole thing judging by his disapproving gaze, yet he still kept his silence. The other alphas were waiting for a response, but alpha Hawthorne – while in on all this – didn't look very happy about it either.

Constantine wrongly guessed it was because him and his father were old friends and he felt bad for treating his old friend's son like that, but in truth, it didn't sit right with him to make Ari – a supposed victim of Constantine – be used like a bargaining chip. He went through enough trauma, but it was two against one, and alpha Hawthorne wanted desperately to mend his relationships with the allied packs.

It was unknown to them that this whole interaction left Constantine silently livid.

But he looked up at the three with a smile.

"Sure, alpha. What do you want me to do?"

And Chris wondered if he could save his old friend's life this time.