Chapter 6

Alpha King’s Blackwood POV

I paced back and forth in my opulent study, my mind consumed by a tempestuous blend of anger and desperation. Amelia had dared to defy me, to run away from the safety of my mansion with our unborn child. How could she be so foolish, so defiant? Did she not understand the magnitude of what she possessed—the key to breaking the curse that plagued me?

My thoughts were interrupted by the haunting memories of the curse's malevolence. I could still vividly recall the horrors that transpired during the nights of the full moon, when the primal instincts overwhelmed me, turning me into a monstrous beast, devoid of reason or control. I had seen the terror in the eyes of my own pack members, the devastation left in the wake of my uncontrollable rage. As the alpha king, it was my duty to protect my pack, and yet, I had become the very embodiment of their fears.

But now, with Amelia carrying our child, there was hope—a chance to break the curse, to regain control over my savage nature. She was the key, a vessel for the salvation of our kind. Yet, she saw me as nothing more than a cruel and heartless king, a tyrant whose sole purpose was to use her and our unborn child as a means to an end.

I clenched my fists, my anger mounting. How dare she believe such lies? Did she not understand the weight of responsibility that rested on my shoulders? I loved my pack, and it was my duty to protect them at any cost—even if it meant sacrificing Amelia and our child to break the curse that plagued us all.

A haunting scene played out in my mind—a city engulfed in chaos and destruction, its inhabitants fleeing in terror as I, in my monstrous form, ravaged everything in my path. The guilt washed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to drown me in remorse. How many innocent lives had been lost, how much suffering had been inflicted because of my curse? I couldn't bear the weight of that guilt any longer.

I sank into my plush armchair, the weight of my decisions crushing me. Tears welled in my eyes, betraying the flicker of emotion that still resided within me. I wiped them away angrily, refusing to succumb to sentimentality. I had a duty to fulfill, and the price, no matter how steep, was inconsequential compared to the salvation of my pack.

Suddenly, a knock resounded through the chamber, jolting me out of my torment. I composed myself, wiping away any trace of vulnerability from my face, before granting entry to my most trusted advisor, Adrian.

"Alpha king," he greeted, his voice laced with deference. "We have received word that Amelia has fled the mansion. She is nowhere to be found."

A surge of anger coursed through my veins, mingling with a profound sense of disappointment. "Find her," I ordered, my voice filled with a dangerous edge. "I want her brought back, by any means necessary."

Adrian bowed his head. "Yes, my king. We will search every corner, leave no stone unturned."

I rose from my seat, my fury simmering beneath the surface. "If she is found, do not hesitate to use force. I will not tolerate betrayal."

Adrian's gaze met mine, his unwavering loyalty etched into his features. "Understood, my king. We will not fail you."

As Adrian left to carry out my command, I was left alone once more with my conflicted thoughts. The truth was, I loathed the path I had been forced to take. My heart ached at the thought of using Amelia and our unborn child as mere instruments to break the curse. But what choice did I have

I sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, lost in thought. The sound of Adrian's footsteps echoed in my study as he made his way towards the door, ready to carry out my command. But before he could leave, I spoke up.

"Adrian," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "What if... what if we don't find her? What if she's gone for good?"

Adrian paused, turning to face me. "My king, we will find her. We will search until our very last breath if we have to. But what do you plan to do when we find her?"

I smirked, revealing my wicked intentions. "We'll bring her back, of course. And if she resists, we'll make her regret it."

"But my king," Adrian protested, his expression a mixture of fear and confusion. "She's pregnant. We can't harm her or the child."

"Who said anything about harming them?" I sneered. "But we'll make sure she knows her place. She'll never dare to defy me again."

With that, Adrian left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again. I knew that I was being cruel and ruthless, but I didn't care. All that mattered was getting what I wanted, and I would stop at nothing to achieve it.

Days passed, and still there was no sign of Amelia. I grew restless, pacing the halls of my mansion, waiting for any news. Adrian had assembled the strongest werewolves in our pack, and they had scoured every inch of the city, but there was no trace of her.

I had begun to lose my patience, my mind consumed by thoughts of what could have happened to her. Had she been kidnapped? Had she fled the country? Or had she simply decided to abandon me and our child?

It was on the fourth day of her disappearance that I received a message from Adrian. He had found a lead, a witness who claimed to have seen her in a nearby town. I wasted no time in gathering the strongest werewolves, and we set out to find her.

As we traveled, I couldn't help but wonder what I would do once we found her. Would I torture her until she obeyed me? Would I kill her and the child to eliminate any threat to my reign?

The answer, it seemed, would have to wait. We arrived in the town to find that she was no longer there. Another dead end.

I was beginning to lose hope again, my anger and frustration boiling over. But then Adrian spoke up.

"My king, we have one more lead. There's a small village on the outskirts of the city. It's rumored to be a safe haven for those who wish to hide from the outside world. I believe it's worth investigating."

I nodded, a glimmer of hope igniting within me. "Let's go," I said, my voice filled with determination.

But as we journeyed towards the village, I knew that if Amelia was there, I would show her no mercy. She had crossed me, and now she would pay the ultimate price.