Chapter 4: His Cursed Demons

Xlynor’s POV 

“You know how much I hate repeating myself, Aaron,” I muttered, my gaze fixed outside the window. “You and I both know this isn’t everything you stole.”

“My Lord, please forgive me. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I needed to sort my mother's bill and it was my only option. Please, show mercy.” The man kneeling behind me (Aaron) begged while banging his forehead brutally on the floor.

I scoffed. Mercy? Was there any other word I despised more?

I spun around. “Why? You knew exactly what you were doing when you sneaked into the gold vault, stole ten bars of gold, and ran away from Dark Hound, thinking you could hide in Silver Moon Pack.” I chuckled darkly.

These little wolves loved to test my patience. Yet when I acted, I became the evil one.

“Just tear him apart already. I can’t stand this. You know that I lack patience.” Barkow, one of the demons I was cursed with, was already growling and trying to force possession on me.

“Patience Barkow.”

Being born as a half demigod and half wolf wasn't something to be proud of. The king of the demigods and goddesses couldn't accept the fact that one of his kind mated with a mere werewolf, so he cursed me the moment I was birthed and now, I get to live with three ruthless demons inside of me, an unmatched type of darkness and one deranged wolf.

“Zane, what did you say about his mother again?” I turned to my Beta.

“She’s truly sick, with pending bills. A leg injury that requires amputation, but ten bars of gold is way past the bills. Recently, Aaron’s been flaunting unexplainable wealth, yet his mother’s bills remain unpaid,” Zane reported, bowing slightly.

Aaron lifted his head, the moonlight revealing the blood trickling down his forehead. “No, no, that isn’t it. I was going to sort the bills…”

“You don’t speak unless spoken to.” Zane stepped closer, probably two seconds away from disfiguring Aaron's face.

I stopped him with a wave of my hand. “Fine, you'll be free. I'll just take what you have.” I sighed, turning away.

“Really?”

I ignored him and began leaving with Zane following closely.

“Thank you, thank you, Alpha!” Aaron shouted after us, his voice trembling with relief.

“Fool,” Zane whispered, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

“The gold bars, you didn't take it.” I heard him scream again, and his voice drew closer. Even his footsteps pounding on the floor was reaching my ears too.

Neither Zane nor I stopped. We kept walking until Aaron overtook us and blocked our path.

“Here, you left this,” he said breathlessly.

I huffed, and then my eyes flickered and slowly the grey color of my iris turned red. 

“What’s go—” Aaron couldn't complete his words as blood spurted out of his mouth, gushing down his jaw. An unseen force obviously controlled by me slammed him to the ground.

His eyes widened. “You… you said I'm free. You said you'll take what I have. I thought you forgave me.” He said each word with difficulty, blood slicking from his ears and nostrils.

“I said what you have, I didn't specify what.” I sneered, my voice deepening into a feral growl with an underlying rumble… something animalistic.

Barkow had gained possession over my body. 

I stretched out my arm and Aaron's body slowly began to split down the middle while his deafening screams echoed around his home.

Blood sprayed everywhere, pooling around his body and splattering across my clothes and face until the split was complete. His body fell to the ground and his heart was the only thing left hanging in the air.

I smiled viciously. What he had that I needed.

His heart found its way to my palm and the moment it touched my palm it darkened instantly and turned to dust, then seeped into my skin. Not a speck hit the ground.

I exhaled in satisfaction and my eye color switched back to normal. Souls and hearts were the only way to keep my demons from going feral and turning on me, a way to manage my curse.

“Tidy up everything. We leave Silver Moon at dawn,” I said, as if I hadn’t just torn a wolf in half and took his heart for my demons.

“One thing, Alpha,” Zane said carefully. 

I wiped the blood on my chin, smearing it across my jaw. “What?”

“Princess Nyx requests your presence at the Dark Hell tonight. She insists.” He pressed his lips into a tight-lipped smile.

I clicked my tongue but didn't respond. Nyx was my cousin from my wolf lineage and the family member closest to my wretched heart. A princess of our pack, the Dark Hound Pack.

“She knows how well you despise attending functions, but she mentioned that, since you're in Silver Moon already, then maybe you should come. You could pick a slave for one of your…”

“Silence, Zane. You know how much I hate noise.” I cut him off.

“I can get anybody I want. Either a slave or a free bird. I don't have to go to any auction for that. Even if it's an Alpha I want or maybe, the Alpha supreme.” I muttered.

“Of course,” Zane forced a smile.

I paused for a few seconds. “Barkow and Zirdow are thirsty. I might as well attend and quench their thirst,” I murmured, chuckling. “Clear the thief’s mother’s bills. Her son paid enough.” I added.

“Noted, Alpha.” Zane bowed.

I pulled the hood of my cloak low over my face, making sure that my face was hidden properly. One thing I hated was my face being seen. 

Without a doubt, I might even have a scroll for things I hated.

Dark smoke seeped from my fingertips, enveloping me. When it cleared, I had teleported and was standing before the auction hall, just in time to hear Nyx place a bid on a slave.

My presence always had a thing for announcing itself, even when I didn't want it to, and it did the same when I appeared at the Dark Hell.

Certainly, I enjoyed the attention I got and the fear I instilled upon arrival and this was one of the times. But some stupid fellows had to ruin it by announcing it themselves.

I was already in need of hearts and I couldn't miss an opportunity to satisfy my demons, so I drained it together with their blood, but that wasn’t what snatched my interest.

When I stepped in, I made sure to maintain my darkness, which meant every light had gone off except the neon ones on the podium.

Those neon lights were enough to illuminate the features of the silver-haired lady kneeling on the podium, bound by chains and the only one almost naked.

Her pupils dilated the moment she set her eyes on me, but that wasn't it. Her blood on her skin... there was something about it that drew me in like a magnet.

I found myself walking over to her then crouching before her.

“Without a heartbeat?”