Apprehended By My Mate novel Chapter 88

"Fuck you and your fucking mate." He yells. If it wasn't for Felix command I would have ripped his head off. Samson grabs Derek by the hair pulling him to his feet.

"Conner the honour is yours." I watch as Jackson hands me an axe laced in silver. I find myself grinning at Derek's hand on the table. Derek is trying to get away, but Samson is keeping him still.

I take my time walking over to him swinging to axe as I go testing to see how much force I can put behind just one simple sing. Each swing I take I am see Derek Adam apple bob up and down in fear. As get over to where Derek is the pack is shouting for me to chop off his hand already. I smirk at Derek as I swing and bring the axe down. However I stop just I reach his hand teasing him showing what it is like to be left waiting when you know your fate. I lean close to his face as I see his shake.

"You are lucky I am not copping off your head for what you did to Clare." I pull away from the monster and start to walk away back to my seat. The pack is yelling at me and I hear Derek sigh.

No one saw it coming as I stopped walking quickly turning around and swinging the axe down onto Derek's hand slicing it off in one go. Everything is silent for a minute before Derek registers the pain and starts screaming out in pain. He never saw the axe coming which makes it all the better. The same way Clare never saw Derek coming. He thought I wasn't going to chop off his hand when I began walking away, but he was wrong.

I walk back over to Felix who passes me a white cloth to wipe the filthy blood off my face and hands. Derek is still screaming as Samson dips his hand into boiling hot tar. Derek is trashing around and we all watch his eyes widen as Jackson comes over with an iron brand with the letter "R" on it.

Derek tries to get away, but Jackson is faster branding his forehead with the letter "R" for rapist. You can smell the burring flesh and some of the women in the crowd leave from the gruesome sight of blood and burning flesh falling off his miserable face.

Derek is on the floor is a puddle of limbs as Jackson walks over.

"Derek Summers I band you from the pack and any other pack. You are considered a lone wolf and if you are found you will be killed on sight. That is if you ever get out again." Jackson smiles nodding towards the warriors to pick Derek up. They start to lead him away as Jackson comes over to us.

"Derek you will spend the rest of your days in this room cut off from any werewolf contact. You will receive two meals a week and that is it." Derek doesn't look up as Jackson leaves. I am the last to leave and I take one final glance at the monster.

"Rot in hell." I walk out and the door closes behind me. Jackson pulls out a key locking the door sealing Derek's fate. We take the long journey back to the surface none of us saying a word.

I still wish I got to kill Derek, but I believe this punishment is worse. Werewolves are social creatures. If we don't interact with one another we go crazy. When we reach the pack house again Jackson stops me placing the key in my hand.

"This belongs to Clare now. This key opens up Derek cage only Clare will be able to set him free and if she ever does he will become a rouge which he already is." I curl my hand around the key knowing I will never let Clare near him ever again.