Chapter 195: Silas’s Anger (18+)

"I believe what I saw. Whether he made it himself or someone helped him is another matter."

Silas’s expression remained calm, but his thoughts were far from peaceful.

The bracelet was strange, but it wasn’t the only thing that had caught his attention.

Axe’s machete was far more concerning.

When their weapons clashed, he felt something pulling at him.

It was a fleeting sensation, almost like the blade was searching for his blood. He had never experienced anything like it with an ordinary weapon.

And that machete had blocked his blade.

Silas went to the window and took out his blade again. It was a twin blade with a sharp point at its head to pierce the heart.

The once glimmering silver blade was now dimmed by almost ten percent. The place that the machete had touched before was blackened like charcoal.

But it wasn’t supposed to be burned.

His father had personally given him that weapon because it was made of a special ore that never burned. And it was silver resistance.

The Grand Maestra had crafted it with great care, and it was not something that could be easily damaged by an ordinary weapon.

Yet its spirit had diminished.

Silas couldn’t even imagine if he had clashed a few more times and stayed connected longer what would have happened.

His fingers tightened around the hilt.

"It was devoured by the thirst for blood. And his machete must have a residual unhinged wolf’s spirit," he murmured.

He had no intention of testing that machete again in the middle of a crowded market.

There were too many witnesses, and he still had no idea how Axe did it.

While witches or Moonveil could also make weapons by integrating remnants and blood of lost warriors, they still struggled to tame the power.

As a result, the weapon corroded before even being refined properly. Some could be deadly and attack the owner instead.

If Axe’s weapon had some hidden ability, rushing into another fight would only give his opponent an advantage.

"Brother, are we really going to let them behave like that?" Liam complained again.

Silas looked at his foolish brother.

"Liam, do you know why I didn’t get admitted into the academy last year?"

Liam was confused. "Why? You were busy managing the pack and learning from Beta Owen?"

"Learning your ass! Mother left me behind just for your fucking sake. She was afraid you would not make it into the academy. So my whole year was wasted for you." He got closer to Liam and put a hand on Liam’s head.

"So, for the Moon Goddess’s sake, don’t go around causing trouble, or else I will be the one to trample you. Don’t think I will tolerate you just because you are my own legitimate brother."

Liam shivered at his words. He knew his brother well. If he said so, he would probably do it.

"I–I will not cause trouble."

"Good. Now get out. Tell the guards to prepare the carriage. We are going to the registration ground later. I need a moment alone."

Liam opened his mouth as if to argue, then saw the look in Silas’s eyes and quickly left, closing the door behind him.

The room fell quiet.

Ellen, who had been standing near the bed the whole time, finally stepped forward.

She walked over slowly, her soft hands sliding up Silas’s chest from behind.

"My dear alpha..." she whispered against his ear, voice sweet and sticky. "You’re still so tense. Let me help you relax..."

Silas didn’t answer.

He only stared out the window, thinking who knew what.

Ellen’s hands moved lower. She pressed her full breasts against his back and rubbed them slowly up and down.

"You’re so hard already just from being angry..." she cooed. "Should I take care of it? You can use me however you want..."

Silas finally turned.

His eyes were dark with an unreadable expression.

He suddenly grabbed her by the waist and shoved her forward until her chest was pressed flat against the cold glass of the window.

Outside, the market noise continued, but the glass was thick enough that no one would hear clearly.

"You little slut," he growled against her neck. "Always so eager to spread your legs the moment I’m pissed."

Ellen moaned softly, pushing her ass back against him.

"Only for you, Young Master... only for you..."

Silas yanked her skirt up roughly. He didn’t bother removing her underwear—he just tore the thin fabric aside and shoved two fingers straight into her already wet cunt.

"Fuck, you’re dripping already. Did watching me get angry turn you on that much?"

"Y-yes... ahh..."

He pulled his fingers out, coated them in her slick, and wiped them across her soft tits that were still trapped against the glass.

Then he freed his cock and slammed into her in one hard thrust.

Ellen cried out and clutched the windowsill.

"Ahh—!"

Silas didn’t give her time to adjust.

He gripped her hips and started fucking her with deep thrusts. With punishing strokes, the wet slap of skin against skin filled the room.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Listen to that filthy sound," he snarled, slamming in harder. "Your cunt is so greedy it’s making noise for the whole inn."

Ellen’s hands scrambled against the glass as her breasts bounced and flattened with every thrust.

"My alpha... ahh... so deep...!"

Silas leaned over her, one hand reaching around to grab a heavy breast and squeeze it hard.

"These fat tits... You let that Leo suck on them before, didn’t you? That defective bastard put his mouth on what’s mine?"

Ellen shook her head quickly.

"N-no... only you... ahh—only Y....!"

"Liar." He pinched her nipple roughly and thrust even harder.

"I bet you would have let him suck them if he asked. You would have fed these soft, pink nipples to that defective dog while he fucked you."

"I wouldn’t... ahh... Silas...!"

The wet, filthy sounds of their fucking grew louder.

Slap-slap-slap.

Ellen’s moans turned into broken little cries each time his cock bottomed out inside her.