Alpha Darius
Just when I thought that it was all over after I had thought that there was certainly no need for me to find my mate, anyone after searching for her for years and not finding her, the elders of the pack decided to break back the past pain that turned me into a cruel Alpha.
I had to find a mate and bring an heir before I could continue with my reign. My face squeezed into a frown.
I had given them way too much power. If not, they would not have the guts to spit those damn words out of their mouths.
But at another thought, I could kill all of them, just with one pronunciation but then, it was going to tear the pack apart into fragments and it could not be Heard that the strongest pack was having problems.
I was so confused for the first time after so many years and I didn't know what to do. That was the exact reason that I left the back for this party.
But even when I was inside, I was just way too restless. The music, the air, all of that was just way too annoying for me and for that reason, I came outside ready to leave.
And it was at this point that I caught the scent.
My heart almost jumped out from my chest as I Walked over to her, the Alpha princess of the blue-mooned pack.
"Mate!" The words shot out of my mouth.
"Mate?" She returned to me but it was more like she was questioning me or did she not perceive the scent or her wolf was dead.
I had heard a lot of stories of werewolves having dead wolves.
"Did you feel the mate bond?" I inquired, staring right into her eyes.
"I did and so?" She inquired and now, I realized exactly where she was trying to head to. Or I was just making things up in my head after what happened and after searching for my mate for a Long time.
She would not even dare to reject me. I was the strongest Alpha in all werewolf packs and a common she-wolf, daring to reject me. The thought of it was not even possible.
"Mate." I returned to her and I could feel the mate bond gradually building up inside of me.
"You are so unromantic." I heard my wolf, Dake, saying inside of me.
"Shut up and let me have a pleasant moment with my mate will you," I growled back inside of me
"Our mate precisely." He added but I didn't care.
I returned my gaze to her and I was about to hold her hands but she pushed my hands away from me.
"I am sorry but I don't need a mate right Now. I am fine just the way that I am." She returned to me and a gasp escaped from my lips.
"What? Are you rejecting me?" I Inquired.
"Yeah. That's the perfect way to do it. We shout "go our separate ways." She returned to me and walked away.
I stared at the void that she had created for a while. If I was going to go after her, I was going to do something really dangerous to her and I had to clutch my hands
I turned around slowly and began to Walk away. "You fool. Are you just going to back out from your mate just like that?" I heard my wolf saying.
"And what should I do? Go over to her and plead with her? I am the Alpha and if anyone sees me doing that.."
"But you need her more than she needs you."
"Shut up and let me think, will you? I am going to make sure that she accepts me but this time, she will do so on her knees in tears."
"Can't wait to see how you are going to do that.." my wolf Dake said to me.
While I continued to walk away really pissed off, I saw someone walking towards me and when I looked closer, I noticed who it was
It was the Beta of the pack but he wasn't just the Beta, he was also my childhood friend.
"Alpha Darius, I was beginning to get worried as to your whereabouts." He noted but I didn't spit out a single word out of my mouth.
I noticed that she stared at me and he noticed that something was off but he could not place his hands on it.
"Alpha, what's wrong? You can talk to me." He inquired.
"I found my mate but she rejected me." I summarized everything and his lips fell apart in a gasp.
"What!!" The words shot out of his mouth.
"And who could that be that could Reject the great Alpha?" He Inquired.
"The Alpha princess of this pack," I informed him but then, there was a long pause.
"She already has a mate. How come you are also her mate?"
"I don't know but all I know is the fact that I am going to make her mine."
"But from what I know about those Duo, they are madly in love with each other." He noted and my grip tightened even more.
"And am I supposed to care? This is a fight and I am certainly not going to back out from it. Let's see who wins." I announced it to him.
The both of us ventured to Coco's quaint and welcoming shop, a place filled with the comforting aroma of incense and the soft tinkling of wind chimes. It was a sanctuary of serenity amid the chaos of our enigmatic quest, a place where we could share our deepest concerns and seek solace in each other's presence. Coco greeted us with a warm smile as we entered her shop, sensing the gravity of our visit. We settled into the cozy nook by the window, surrounded by shelves adorned with mystical trinkets and ancient books. With a blend of unease, I began to recount the unsettling visions that had plagued me – the spectral girl, the waterlogged bodies, and the nightmarish river. Coco listened attentively, her eyes filled with empathy and understanding, as if she could feel the weight of my experiences.
Amidst the disorienting maelstrom of her vision, as Sam was inexorably drawn closer to the enigmatic river's depths, she glimpsed a figure emerging from the shadows. It was the same ethereal girl, the one she had encountered before in her unsettling dreams and visions. Her presence was as eerie as ever, a haunting specter in the nightmarish tableau. The girl's features remained elusive, obscured by an otherworldly aura, and her eyes held a depth of knowledge that seemed to transcend time and reality. She watched Sam with an inscrutable expression, her presence both disconcerting and strangely familiar. As Sam's journey down the dark river continued, more macabre elements of her vision began to manifest. The waterlogged bodies that had previously appeared in the waters of her bookstore bar now floated eerily around her, their lifeless forms suspend
Further into workout time at the bookstore bar, I stood behind the counter, gazing out of the window as the last traces of daylight faded into the evening. The tranquil atmosphere of my shop was shattered once again when I heard a scream. I rushed to the window, my heart pounding, and my worst fears were confirmed. There, in the dim twilight, I saw the silhouette of a lifeless body floating in the water. Dread washed over me as I realized that Randy wasn’t the one behind the rape and killings. He must have been sent if bodies keep appearing Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized that whoever was after me wouldn’t quit torturing innocent women. Anguish and rage coursed through me, but amidst the turmoil of emotions, I knew one thing for certain – I had to find the person responsible for this sinister chain of events. My mind raced as I tried to connect the dots, searching for any clues or patterns that would lead me to the elusive enemy. I retraced the moments leadin
As I waited anxiously on the couch, I knew I didn’t have to worry about forgetting anything. Clive always had everything meticulously prepared for me, down to my underwear. The thought of his thoughtfulness brought a small smile to my face, even in the midst of my fear. When I heard a knock on the door, my heart leaped into my throat. The uncertainty of whether it was Gulther or Clive sent shivers down my spine. I hesitated, frozen in fear, until my phone buzzed with a text from Clive. Relief washed over me as I read his message, confirming his presence at my door. I rushed to the door and swung it open, my heart pounding. Seeing Clive’s familiar face filled me with a mix of emotions—relief, gratitude, and a deep sense of trust. I hugged him tightly, feeling safe in his embrac
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Clive’s face as he lay beside me. I watched him sleep for a moment, his chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. The world outside felt distant and unimportant in this fleeting moment of tranquility. My fingers traced the contours of his face, memorizing every detail—the strong jawline, the delicate curve of his lips, and those piercing, crimson eyes that had captured my heart. I marveled at the way love had brought together two beings from opposite sides of the supernatural divide. As I leaned in and gently kissed his forehead, Clive stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. A soft smile graced his lips, and he pulled me closer, our bodies entwined in the warmth of the sheets. In that embrace, we forgot about the complexities of our respective worlds—his as a vampire and mine as a werewolf. All that mattered was us, here and now. But, as it often happens, the peace was abr
"Sam, I can't even begin to imagine what you've been going through," Clive said softly, his words filled with empathy. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what." His unwavering support was a source of comfort, and I found myself opening up to him about my fears, my doubts, and the unsettling suggestion of black magic that Coco had introduced. Clive listened intently, his presence on the other end of the line a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty. After discussing the nightmarish vision and Coco's insights, Clive made a suggestion that surprised me. "Why don't I come over, Sam?" he proposed. "It might be easier to talk in person, and we can explore this black magic idea together." I agreed to his suggestion, feeling a mixture of relief and anticipation. Hav