Ascension of a Gamma novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Not Alike 

–Anna 

He should understand me out of everyone here! I lost everyone I loved because of the man behind those doors – it was proper that he pay for what he did. Even the Goddess would judge it to be just. 

The gun cool in my hand, and heavy; I positioned myself beside Nalia. Carson was beside Ethan. The rest had no other choice. Liam stood beside me, and the group divided between two sides. 

Nodding to Ethan, he and Nalia pushed open the doors. Quickly, they entered with their guns aimed. From where I was, I could see Ethan scanning the right side. I was about to follow when Liam squeezed my hand 

“Wha 

I was interrupted by the ringing gunshots that shot through the entrance. Bullets pierced through the wooden door. 

Liam pulled me back into the safety of the concrete wall before I was full of holes. 

Ethan! 

I looked to where he was and saw him sprawled on the floor. My heart jumped, my breathing rapid as the ringing in my ears shut me from the world around me. While a part of me hoped that Nalia was still alive, my mind knew for a fact that she was already dead. 

I fought it. They couldn‘t be dead – there was still time. I could heal them. 

Someone forcefully turned my head. I glared at Liam. He pressed his forehead t o mine, his breath fanning my face. 

No more deaths. 

Myron! He was the root cause of everyone‘s suffering, but no more. No more victims. 

Roaring laughter came from inside the room, taunting and mocking, loud and clear amidst the continuous shooting. My blood boiled. He deserved more than a quick death. 

The shots eventually ceased. I pulled away from Liam and entered the room – a throne room. Pillars lined the sides, and 

chandeliers hung above the red carpet that led straight into a platform, of which sat a throne, a wolf‘s skin draped over the armrests with wolf heads sitting on top of its ends. My stomach felt sick just looking at it. 

He sat on his throne like a king, a smirk o n his face as he tossed three shotguns to 

the floor. Crossing his legs, he leaned back and scratched the heads. 

I kept the gun pointed at him as I stepped closer and closer until I was only five meters away. 

“It‘s nice to see you again –,” he said casually before adding, “–Anna.” 

His cold gray eyes eyed me up and down like the day I first met him, and a wave of disgust washed over me. 

This wasn‘t how I pictured it. He should b e begging for me to spare him in his last moments. 

I had already taken lives. His would be the last. His life would pay for all his sins and everything would be alright. The lives he had taken, the people he made suffer – I‘d have the honor of returning 

the favor. But first, he’d beg, fearful eyes showing my reflection. 

I squeezed the trigger. He bit back a groan as a bullet hit his right shoulder. 

“It‘s nice to see you too, Myron,” I replied with a smile. 

He chuckled. “You‘re different from when I last saw you. I doubt Daddy will approve.” 

I shot him again, this time on his left shoulder. 

“Bitch!” he cursed, and the smile on my face grew 

Blood oozed from the wounds. They weren‘t healing, the bullets were silver and laced with wolfsbane. 

“You deserve to suffer for everything you‘ve done,” I spat as I lowered my arm, and shot his right foot. He cursed aloud; his breathing was now heavy, but he still managed to laugh. 

“Everything I did?” he asked exaggeratedly. “You speak like I started the game. You and I are alike, Anna. We‘re both victims of this awful, awful 

game of power.” 

I shot his left foot and I watched in satisfaction as he breathed deeply, sweat glistening in his face. 

“I don‘t understand what you keep blabbering about,” I said in a bored tone. 

“Anna!” shouted Liam as I heard his footsteps draw near. 

“Don‘t do this,” he said, placing a hand o n my arm, asking me to lower it. 

Myron laughed. “Listen to him, Anna. Don‘t do this...” 

I glared at Liam. “He killed your mate and child!” I screamed. Pain flashed in his eyes and I bit my tongue. 

“He killed Mr. and Mrs. Rose. He poisoned you. He planned the rogue attacks,” said Myron in a girly voice with a smile, finding the matter amusing. For that sound to come out of a middle–aged man made it more disturbing. 

Liam growled at him. “You were taken in by the pack. He treated you like a brother!” 

His eyes flickered from brown to black as he fought to keep Luca in control. 

Myron scoffed. “Exactly,” he said in a matter–of–fact tone, amusement in his face replaced by a cold, hard stare. “I remember the day your grandfather attacked my pack. Seeing my father die while protecting my mother and me, then my mother dying while protecting me. I remember the sickening flares and the flags of four packs – the Blue Moon Pack, the Red Claw Pack, the White Lake Pack, and –” he paused, shifting his gaze to me then adding, “–the Black Mist Pack.” 

“The Old Alliance betrayed my father,“I spat, and he laughed, humorless. 

He grinned at me with a knowing look in his eyes. I aimed the gun between his eyes. “Talk!” 

“Or what?” he challenged. “You‘re going t o shoot me?” 

“Yes,” I replied and lowered my arm to shoot his right knee. “The last bullet‘s in your head. Talk!” 

“Aren‘t you going to stop her?” he said to Liam as he raised a brow. 

He crossed his arms and clenched his jaw. 

“Fucking Alphas, always giving in to their mates.” 

“Can‘t you just shoot him?” asked Salina from behind us, sounding annoyed. 

Myron rolled his eyes. “Like father, like daughter, huh, Salina? See, Anna. It‘s our own kin who‘s quick to betray us. I told you, we are alike in many ways than you think.” 

“You and I are not alike!” I spat. “No one betrayed me. Your daughter‘s betrayal is none of my concern.” 

“Then why did Aiden and Fraser hide the truth from you?” he asked, smirking. 

He groaned as he forced himself to sit upright. “That Anabella was a fucking beauty. Too bad she couldn‘t protect Emery from me.” 

I breathed deeply at the mention of my parents. “What did you do?” 

“Simple. It‘s fairly easy to make anyone believe that the Alpha is up to no good when so many Alphas out there do the same thing. Rape, abuse, outright slavery 

... and with the Black bloodline having such a reputation until your father and the alliance, there wasn‘t a shortage of evidence... or a better term perhaps, witnesses.” 

“My father was a good man,“I whispered. 

My heart sank at the thought of the Black Mist Pack suffering under the hands of a cruel Alpha – how many of them had gone through what I did and worse? 

Father... 

“Not good enough for your mother,” he replied. “And it was easy convincing your father,” he said to Liam. 

Liam narrowed his eyes at him. “You tricked him.” 

Myron shook his head. “He heard what h e wanted to hear – an opportunity to expand the pack‘s territories. Your ‘father ‘, my so–called ‘brother‘, was a slithering snake and a starved leech when need be. Playing the hero to the packs the alliance saved while he robbed them of their lands.” 

He faced me. “Why do you think the Black Mist Pack weakened, huh? Because the alliance attacked? Because of the rogue attacks? Stupid girl... your boyfriend‘s father made Emery gave up his lands under the guise of protection, which of course, he never fulfilled.” 

“Can somebody please just kill him!” shouted Salina. 

I looked back to see her glaring at Myron. Flynn met my gaze and lowered his head apologetically. His father was also involved in this 

“I saw the game. And the more I observed, I realized that there is only one way to make it end. If I had all the power t o myself, I could change everything. I never wished to inflict upon anyone that which happened to me, but the game required certain... sacrifices.” 

He took deep breathes. His face paled. He smiled at me. “You and I want the same thing, Anna. We just want it to end. Isn‘t this what you came here for?” 

Was it? I came here to avenge them, to end it all. 

End what? This circle of violence and hatred? This game that he talked about? 

“You‘re right,” I replied, shooting his right knee as I stepped closer to him. 

He screamed in pain, his face twisting as he let go of a breath. I went up the steps o f the platform, pointing the gun at him – right between the eyes. 

All it needed was one bullet and it would all end – the suffering, the pain, the anger. I could finally have peace and so would everyone he wronged. His sins would‘ve been paid. “It‘ll end with you.” 

“Don‘t... do this, Anna,” said Liam, coming up beside me. 

“It can end here, Liam,” I said, annoyed. “When he‘s dead, our packs would be safe. They can all be avenged. Don‘t you want Sarina to rest in peace?” 

“Anna – Anna, look at me!” 

“What?” I shouted as I turned to him. 

The words died in my mouth as he looked at me with a soft expression on his face. H e smiled a little. 

“We can‘t turn back time, Anna. What‘s done is done. We both lost people we care about.” 

“Then, why are you stopping me?” I asked, holding back the tears. 

It‘s just a bullet away... 

“You‘re right. He deserves what you did t o him and more. He deserves to die. But if you think killing him will make the pain g o away, it won‘t. They‘re gone, Anna. Killing him won‘t change what you feel,” he said gently, a hand cupping my cheek. 1 

I leaned into his hand, closing my eyes to feel his warmth. Then I stepped back and pointed the gun at him.