PROLOGUE

I was feared, I brought trepidation to the heart of all, I was labeled the varletry King, I was crown and emblazoned by the mood goddess, I was equally another deity.

I was the Alpha King, the strongest, the vigorous of all werewolves and every other supernatural creature, I was the ruler of all.

Then, I was once again blessed with my mate after so many years of lonesomeness, emptiness and sorriness, dolefulness.

She came along.

She was never affrighted of my equivocalness or the demons that flittered.

I thought I would live in

solitary, disconsolately if I unsealed what lurked within.

I had been always diverse, divergence, how could anyone understand?

But, she was never afraid of my darkness and the beast within me, rather...

She brought in light to my dark, dimmed life, she bought the glow to my sparkless eyes, she bought me what they called "Exhilaration"

I was fulfilled.

She was the light to my darkness!

And then.......she was gone, taken away from me, killed right before my eyes while I did nothing but watched as that bastard cut off her head, wishing to trigger me....oh he did...he surely did....he unleashed the devil himself.

Hahaha

He knew that was a death wish.

I created A Blood Moon, representing my bleeding heart, my tears, my agony.

To...

Let the goddess know she had forsaken me.

Let the whole world know the Alpha King was truly the beast they made him out to be.

But I Was Still The Alpha and my rule shall last forever!!

***

"The Alpha King is dead, The King is Dead!!!"

Centuries ago, we had what we called the Alpha King, he was an immortal, blessed by the moon goddess to rule over her people, he was practically another god. But after years of ruling peacefully, he finally found his mate, just like his enemies wanted him to.

She was beautiful, an enchantment that kept him sane and he was in love.

But where pleasure, equal pain as his mate's head was cut off before his eyes and his reddish orbs met the eyes of the killer...His Brother.

Finally losing his sanity, he snapped, killing thousands of innocent and not so innocent lives.

His eyes combusted, his body was no longer his as his broken wolf had taken over. He gazed up at the glowing moon, he stared down at his blood-stained claws while millions of dead bodies surrounded him. A lone tear drop slipped out from his eyes and suddenly, the glowing moon turned crimson.

The Alpha King had cried.

Then he looked back to the bloody moon and roared than the thunder that flashed before his eyes.

"Take my Soul!!!" He cried out and the moon goddess granted his request, she pulled out his broken soul and put him to sleep for an eternity...or so we thought.

"So, does that mean the Alpha King will return Grandma?" The eyes of the little girl sparkled as she stared wistfully at the woman narrating the tale.

The old woman smiled, slightly reaching out to pat her hair. "After his death, a prophecy was made"

"A Blood Moon will rise again, Representing the rise of the Alpha King"

The five years old girl clapped her hands together. "That's so cool grandma!"

"Indeed but he's coming back for the head that stole his Happiness"