Chapter 49

Alpha Luther's POV

I sat, with my back against the chair and my piercing gaze on the field.

I battled with my inner self believing that Benedict looks younger, and stronger.

There is this glow in his body I couldn't deshiper. He looks like one that had been cleaned by the moon goddess.

“Fuckkk! What am I saying? The moon goddess can't come down to Clean mere mortals. And even if she fucking dose. It’d be men with value,men without sin, righteous and moral men.

But Benedict was the opposite. He has no value in him, and disposes of righteousness, Evil is etched in his heart and he would rather kill a thousand men than save a soul.

“How the fucking hell did his dirty ass not die?” I yelled in my head, searching for an answer, despite knowing that no one would give me the answer I required.

My grip tightened on the chair I sat on, thinking of what to do.

“If only I killed him with my hands, fed him his body till he was left with nothing. Threw him as a corpse to the woods, for the