Fated To Love The Cold Lycan

Rumbling growls shake through my chest as I awaken, my hands already buried into the sheets gripping tight. The same darkness clouding my vision like every day, morning, evening and night. And like every day a small irrational part of my brain questions when it will end, despite knowing it never will.

Jumping out of bed I head straight for the bathroom, using the toilet before I get in the shower. Cleaning off last night's sweat.

Once I'm dressed I head downstairs, a cold blank expression on my face as I easily manoeuvre my way around. After years of living here I know this place like the back of my hand, eyesight isn't needed to know navigation.

The pack members cower away from me in fear as I storm through them, the stench of their fright burning my nostrils. After so long you'd think they'd get used to it by now.

Taking three lefts, one right and straight down, I arrive at my office. It's become more of a sanctuary for me over the years. A place where not many people bother me, a place where I can put all my focus into my work and not have many distractions.

Slamming my office door behind me I get to the constant pack business. You'd think after five years of filling out papers in Braille I'd be sick and tired of it, but somehow it keeps me more sane than I've ever been.

Hours pass before a knock on the door interrupts me, I give out a deadly snarl.

I already know who it is, she can fucking die for all I care.

A year later and she still thinks that I'm in love with her. Pathetic and disgusting. Her parents had just died so I decided to be nice and let her stay in the pack house for a while. She started following me around and stuff, telling people she was my mate. Stupid bitch got kicked out of my house after that comment.

I stick strictly to pack business and unlike most males it keeps me occupied, it keeps the thought of females away.

She knocks again, not taking the hint, making my blood boil.

Roughly standing up I throw the door open furiously "FUCK OFF!" I snarl loudly.

She whimpers before quickly walking away, I slam my door shut.

Forcing myself to calm down I carry on with my stacks of work.

 Hours pass before a loud knock on my large oak door interrupts me once again.

"Come in" my deep voice cutting through the air sharp and icy.

I can already smell the discomfort of my beta. If there's anyone in this pack I actually talk to, it would be him.

"Sorry alpha, but there's been another sighting of rogues on the west border" he says glancing at me.

"Take five warriors and follow them. Catch them, kill them but I want one brought back alive." I order.

I hear him bow respectfully "yes, alpha" he says before shutting the door quietly behind him.

I'd go after them myself, blind or not. The only problem is, I don't have the self control to keep one of those disgraceful mutts alive.