Blood immediately began pooling across the ground, spreading over the once-clean floor as the two bodies remained where they had fallen, their heads smashed beyond recognition. The Supreme Alpha stood over them with tiny droplets of blood splattered across his face and the front of his suit jacket.
He looked like the Grim Reaper collecting souls, the dark, murderous, utterly unapologetic expression on his face suffocating the entire atmosphere.
Nobody moved for a full minute, too stunned, too caught off guard by what had just happened right before their eyes.
It wasn't unusual for Alphas to kill omegas who had committed grave offenses, but they were usually given a trial first because, no matter how weak they were, they were still pack members. Yet the way the Supreme Alpha had killed them was so cold, so merciless, that it sent shivers down everyone's spine.
