Chapter 13

William walked slowly up to one of the penthouses belonging to one of the tallest buildings in the city. This particular building had one of the best views of the city and housed his current target.

Brandon Esbart is the son of CEO Jonathan Esbart, who curiously enough turned out to have invested a significant sum of the money the Aballays kindly lent him in an attempt to gain strength by publicly lending a helping hand after a particularly atrocious incident earlier in the year.

Everything had to turn out moderately well since with this move Jonathan had managed to save his image, which was on the ground after the police raided one of his hidden houses where they discovered several of his dirty laundries, so he should not have had any problem in paying the sum of what he asked for in a span of a few months with monthly payments… but with the increase in popularity it seems that Jonathan's arrogance got the worst of him and he stopped paying his debt leaving excuse after excuse.

That, as expected, didn't please the Aballays very much.

The dark-haired alpha would like to say that that was the reason why he was after Brandon, who lived off his father's money and contributed very little to the world, except for the occasional appearance at Jonathan's events, but the truth is that he was after him for more personal reasons.

William would look at the watch on his wrist. In 30 seconds, she could enter the penthouse without anyone noticing her, ignoring the alarm system. All she had to do was wait for Bentral to tell her that there was no danger. The alpha would pull up his hood and put a mask over his face to hide his features. Long sleeves, pants, boots, and gloves all in black and made of a special hermetic material would prevent him from leaving the slightest trace, including his hormones.

"You can come in," -Bentral's voice would sound through an earpiece he wore in his ear-

The black-haired man wouldn't answer, opening the glass door just enough to get through, leaving it open. While he had no plans to kill him tonight, he wouldn't mind if he gave him a reason. It happened sometimes. His goal tonight was simply to break a few bones and give him a few cuts.

As well as delivering a message, for his father. William would slip through the shadows without any problems, making his way to the master bedroom.

The attic was dark, but he didn't need light to know where the human leech that was taking advantage of his father's success was.

Brandon's bedroom was his target, counting on the fact that he always slept alone as he wasn't very popular in public places due to his repeated failed attempts to flirt with the younger Esbart.

Ignoring the information that one of his close friends gave him when he asked for information about the boy, William would observe with mild disgust that Brandon passed out face down on the blanket of his bed, with his feet hanging off the edge of the bed, fully clothed.

With ease, he turned him over, grabbing the curiously cheap tie and pulling it while injecting a diluted solution in a syringe directly into his chest.

Brandon coughed, waking him from his drug-induced sleep.

Which had been all too easy to supply by hiring a paid escort who he disguised as a perky white-haired woman with breasts he couldn't take his eyes off of to put in his drink.

Once he saw his target begin to recover the alpha loosened his grip just enough for him to breathe.

"W-where am I?" -Brandon muttered, looking around with unfocused eyes until he saw the other person with him causing him to start and step back a little- "W-we went together? Listen, I don't know what I said or what my friends said about me but I'm not willing to participate in any kind of creepy sex with any man, I like women."

William tilted his head, a little amused by the conclusion the Esbart had come to, but kept his mouth shut. Deciding to take advantage of the moment when his target opened his mouth again, which didn't take long as he surely wanted to give a much more vocal refusal this time as he got no response, the Aballay pulled him towards him, grabbing his tie again and landing a devastating blow to his throat.

Brandon's face turned a deep red, being clear thanks to the black-haired man's alpha senses, while the veins in his neck swelled from the effort of providing oxygen as he mumbled.

It was at that moment that he realized that it was not any kind of sexual experience due to a misunderstanding or a joke that was about to happen. Brandon released his beta pheromones with clear fear in an attempt to intimidate, but seeing that these had no effect he tried to force words, but his damaged vocal cords stubbornly refused to emit any kind of sound other than moans.

The Esbart began to have tears form in the corners of his eyes as he made pitiful attempts to plead; which were observed with disappointment by William who took advantage of the grip he had on his tie to pull him into a sitting position, placing his index finger on his mask where his lips would be.

"Don't try to say anything, Brandon... whether it's pleas, promises, or complaints, none of them will help you get out of this situation" -the alpha whispered getting closer a little, watching with displeasure as the beta continued to try to get away, causing him to land another blow this time directly in the stomach, knocking the air out of him- "the only thing you'll achieve is to make me angrier and angrier. So be a good beta leech and keep quiet" -the growl of dissent he let out would cause Barton's mouth to snap shut and his breathing to quicken as his face paled-