Untamed: The Alpha

He still had his eyes closed, while the nymph hoped she could catch a glimpse of his beautiful blue eyes again and was a little bit disappointed when he didn’t say anything anymore.

She didn’t want him to sleep yet... she wanted him to talk to her a little bit more...

“Can I ask you a question?” The nymph fiddled with the empty goblet. She waited for him to answer her, but he said nothing. Did he fall asleep already?

The nymph glanced at him, but he didn’t move at all. His eyes were shut while his breathing became deeper.

“Are you sleeping already?” the nymph asked again, after being ignored, yet there was still no answer from him, thus she chose to leave him at that and go back to her place.

Tomorrow, she would have to attend and watch the torture continue for six more days and she felt it was her that was being tormented.

Why would they need to punish him this way?

If he was not a god, he would have died by now to suffer such gruesome wounds behind his back that were still gushing out of blood.

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The smell inside this room was very putrid and unsavory.

Therefore, out of instinct, the nymph grew roses along the walls to tone down this bad smell of torture from him.

Afterward, she walked out of the room before closing the door behind her. She didn’t know that the moment she was no longer there, Chaos opened his eyes, since his senses were now filled with this sweet scent of roses.

He looked at his surroundings briefly and then fell asleep again. He didn’t have energy to deal with that little nymph right now.

However, deep in his heart, there was this fleeting feeling of curiosity to know what exactly she wanted to ask him earlier.

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Today was the second day for the nymph to watch how the torture went and she felt like her brows couldn’t stop furrowing whenever Chaos received another blow as blood gushed out of his wounds again, tainting the beautiful tiles of this great hall.

They should stop with this punishment, so they didn’t need to paint this place with blood and this heavy atmosphere.

The nymph stayed among her kind, but her white hair was very noticeable, though her little body allowed her to hide behind all the people there. But at one glance, they knew she was there.

For a moment, a certain nymph felt like she caught Chaos’ blue eyes staring at her, though only for a brief second, before he closed them again and gritted his teeth with every blow that he received.

After everything had been done and they could leave this holy great hall, almost everyone was not in their good spirits, though not all of them, since some of the gods found this amusing and entertaining. It was so rare to have someone break the rules.

While in the evening, the nymph would go to the bedroom again to bring another goblet of nectar and was slightly sad when she saw the flowers had withered.

They should have been able to last for at least another two days, but they were rotten so fast in the presence of Chaos, thus the nymph needed to fix it again.

“I bring you a goblet of nectar,” the nymph informed him.

Just like yesterday, Chaos was lying down on his stomach with blood oozing out his wounds and showing his tendons, which made the nymph scrunch her face, and also once again, the sheets were soaked by his blood.

“Can you help me?” he asked, almost very politely despite the pain that he had to endure right now. “I can’t move.”

“Sure,” the nymph said, as she moved closer to him, her weight made the bed slightly dip down and she helped him to drink all the nectar from the goblet, just like yesterday.

After that, he laid his head on the bed again, but not even once he opened his eyes, which made the nymph feel a little bit disappointed. She didn’t get to see his eyes properly today.

And then, because Chaos had started to close his eyes, the nymph thought this was the time for her to leave, since he would fall asleep just like yesterday.

However, before she could move away, Chaos suddenly spoke to her and this excited the nymph.

“What do you want to ask?” Chaos asked her with the same polite tone that he always used.

“Ah, about that... ” the nymph was caught off guard when she was asked about this, since she didn’t know whether this was appropriate or not. “This... I want to know, why are you being punished?” she asked carefully.

“I disobeyed the rules.” It was the answer that everyone had already known about, but the nymph wanted to know deeper than just ‘disobeying the rules’.

“What rule did you disobey?” She bit her lips, because she was still thinking that this was an inappropriate question, yet she asked about it anyway...

She looked at his face and her gaze softened to see how beautiful this god was. How could someone so beautiful become so destructive?

His lips were full and they opened slightly when he spoke to explain briefly about what rule that he disobeyed.

He was ordered to create flash floods that would ruin two villages and kill thousands of people, yet he didn’t do it, simply because he didn’t want to kill those people.

Chaos couldn’t understand why deaths were necessary now.

However, this realm didn’t work like that, and could you see the irony of all this? When the god of destruction turned out to be very compassionate and was way more merciful than almost half of the gods and goddesses.

“You don’t live up to your name,” the nymph said. She gave him her honest opinion and by now, her fear toward him had been toned down greatly, since she felt comfortable to hear his voice and to be in his presence.

There was silence for a moment, but then he asked her in return. “What do you think about me?”

“Chaos.” That was a simple answer that could fit his description. “You are chaos.”

“I didn’t choose this name.” He didn’t choose this name, nor did he carry out the duties that entailed this name. That was a burden for him. He didn’t look forward to doing that.

And that was the last thing that he said before he fell asleep and the nymph slowly left this room. She didn’t forget to grow more flowers in this room. She hoped this time they would last a little bit longer than the previous time.

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The third day was still the same, they needed to watch this torment again, so they would know what they would face when they dared enough to disobey a rule.

The nymph still grimaced every time he got lashed, but the other people around her had started to see this normally. Some of them didn’t even flinch at all, as if this was a common sight, as if they were so bored.

And when the night came, once again, the nymph entered Chaos’ bed chamber and saw the flowers had withered away, yet the moment she stepped in, those flowers would bloom again, as if she was not only bringing the goblet of nectar, but also life to these flowers.

And just like yesterday, the nymph had helped Chaos to drink the nectar and he had refused to have something to eat.

She didn’t know whether he was trying to starve himself, or he indeed didn’t have the energy to eat, but every now and then, he would make an attempt to make small talk with her, answering her curious questions.

“Why do you hate your name?” the nymph asked, she fiddled with the empty goblet and kept her eyes on his, yet he didn’t open them. It would be two days of her not seeing those beautiful eyes.

Chaos took his sweet time to answer that, until the nymph thought he had fallen asleep, but before she got off from the bed, Chaos finally spoke.

“I just hate it. No, reason.”

The nymph didn’t know whether it could be counted as answering her question or not...

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On the fourth day the same thing happened and the crowd felt even less sympathized with him. They only stayed because they couldn’t leave this great hall.

And at night, the nymph had come over again with the same routine. She also brought life to the flowers around this room, which now had covered all the walls and she almost turned this place into a small forest of her own.

The nymph had brought a goblet of nectar yet again and then helped him to drink it, before they proceeded with their small talk.

However, this time around, instead of answers to her questions, the little nymph wanted a favor from him.

“Can I see your eyes?” the nymph asked him, it had been three days since the last time she saw his eyes.

“Why?” Chaos didn’t straight out refuse to do it, but he wanted to know the reason why she wanted him to open his eyes.

“I like seeing your eyes. They look very beautiful.”

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