"Don't kill me, please!" The omega pack wolf knelt on the blood soaked ground and begged. "I have a wife and three little babies! Kill me instead but please spare them."
The Lycan wolf tsked mockingly, "Too late, omega. I already killed your wife and babies. There, look at their bodies."
He pointed to a huge heap of torn and mangled bodies.
A little dismembered arm peeked out from the mess.
He was whimpering and shaking his head vigorously, "No, no."
In one clean move the lycan werewolf pulled his beating heart out, "And now you are dead too."
Blood dripped from his claws as the Lycan growled and scanned the forest for his next victim.
Carcasses of that night's victims were littered everywhere in the forest.
One thing about this particular werewolf's victims: They were innocent.
They had to be innocent. Women and babies especially.
He was just cursed that way and he couldn't help it no matter how hard he tried.
Except this one woman. The woman his wolf was really searching to kill. She wasn't innocent.
In fact, she is the reason why he was like this. A proud and powerful Lycan King turned to a cursed animal roaming through the woods.
His wolf, Warrick, was different from most. He was a Lycan. Intelligent, passionate and uncontrollable.
His fur was as black as night, and his eyes were red as blood.
He had only loved one mate in his one hundred and twenty-seven years of existence and even a hundred years later after her death, Warrick still loved her deeply.
Whenever Warrick loved, he loved recklessly without abandon.
But whenever he hated, his hatred was not just a danger to anything in its path, it was a threat even to his own master, the Cursed Lycan King, Alpha Zane - his wolf did whatever he pleased, including controlling the king himself.
Like he said before, they were cursed that way.
The full moon hung low in the sky, its silver light casting long, eerie shadows across the lake that led directly from the forest to his own castle.
"Warrick, I have a city to rule. I need to go back."
Warrick ignored him.
"Warrick, what if our mate has been reborn? We need to find her now before someone else claims her."
Warrick growled dangerously. Low and guttural.
"You have been saying this for fifty years, Zane. Stop!"
"You are supposed to lay dormant, Zane. Instead of making a stupid fuss in my head."
"Think about the hundreds of wolves like you without a leader. Let's go back. You don't know how tired I am of this. I can't control you but try to control yourself."
Warrick kept quiet. But Alpha Zane knew what his answer was.
He couldn't control himself and he couldn't go back. At least not yet.
He needed to satisfy his bloodthirst first. And that could go on for nights on end. The last time, Warrick went on for two weeks straight.
Only the Moon Mother knows how long he plans to go this time.
The air was thick with the scent of blood and death, and the only sound was the crunch of leaves as the Lycan moved in the darkness, the earth shaking under his feet with each step.
His ears pricked up at a sound to his right and he stood still, listening.
"That's amazing, Rue, what are you doing to celebrate? We should go out tomorrow night!"
"I know but I'm sorry, Ari, but I think I should go out with Daniel tomorrow night. He has been so supportive."
"I knew the day would come that you would abandon me but it's fine. Go easy on him."
"Oh shut up. But remind me…why are we taking this route back home again? It is creeping me out. I feel like someone is watching us."
"Come on, Rue, don't be such a chicken. No one is watching us. You know that this is the only way that people won't see us.You know my father will kill me if he finds out that I went out tonight."
"Don't be so drama–" Her words dried in her mouth as she looked up.
Warrick had stepped in their path and now stalked elegantly towards them.
"You should believe your friend more, Ari. But sadly, there won't be a next time." He flashed his fangs in the dying moonlight.
The darkness that always enveloped the werewolf almost danced as it began to swell and grow, swallowing up the bright moonlight like a hungry beast.
Two more victims. And women too. This night was getting more fun for Warrick.
Alpha Zane had given up on trying to stop his wolf.
This werewolf was driven by a single desire.
Revenge.
He knows that he must find his reborn mate to break his curse but first of all, he was going to find the witch.
The more he killed, the closer he got to finding her.
And when he found her, he was going to make her pay with her life.
You really need to look at yourself right now, Warrick. You look absolutely fucking pathetic."
"Need I remind you that I'm not the only cursed one here?"
"Need I also remind you that I haven't washed in days because you'd rather drown in the blood of women and babies?"
"You like doing this." Warrick said flatly.
"Yes, I like doing this, idiot. At least I fucking take responsibility for the killings and what do you do? You hide back in my body like the coward you are. My body is nothing more than a shell to you." Alpha Zane's voice only got louder in Warrick's head.
Warrick kept stalking around the more dense part of the forest and did everything but react to anything Alpha Zane said.
Warrick counted down twenty beats and–
"I'm sorry, Warrick. I just… I hate this. I hate that I can't help it. I hate that I hate you for this. I hate myself for not finding this witch. And most of all, I deeply hate that I still cling to some vague hope that Adalia would somehow, someday be rebirthed."
The silence from Warrick felt louder than the crows cawing frenziedly in the pitch black night.
"I hate that I still wait for her."
"You want to give up." Warrick's voice sounded dangerously low.
Alpha Zane was silent.
Warrick jumped off a small rock and crouched close to an oak, listening for the sound of footsteps.
Ah, another woman.
He scanned the area with his eyes. This was a graveyard.
"Yes." Alpha Zane whispered as Warrick hunted his new prey.
"I want to give up."
Warrick sprung up with lightening speed, claws raised as he charged at the innocent woman kneeling at her husband's grave.
"That boy called me mama." The mad she-wolf screamed like a banshee, pulling my silver strands angrily."Get off me! What have I done to you? I don't know you!" I looked around the room, silently pleading to anyone to help me.Raucous laughter filled my ears in response.This female is a pack member that lost her only son years ago and lost her mind as a result.She was locked up and put under my father's watch but I never expected that they would let her loose on me."That's right. This bitch killed your son and" - his voice dropped to a whisper "I heard she ate him alive." My younger stepbrother, Logan, threw his head back, laughing.She let out an ear-splitting screech,"I will tear you up alive and search your insides for my son till I find every piece of him, you evil witch!"She clawed and tore at my skin wailing that I must give her back her son.If she was determined to add more scars to my extensive collection, now she was hellbent on sending me to an early grave. She picked
"Kill him." "Cut him up." "Yes! Tear him apart." "Get up from the fucking floor, Jonah." "Oh, he's so dead." "He won't be able to walk properly after this." "Does he have any tooth left?" "Off with his head!" "Get him, Marcus!" "Stop hitting like a fucking baby, you pussy." "Break all his bones. Whoo!"A million agitated voices echoed through the wide wrestling arena witnessing the biggest pack fight of the year.Several hundred werewolves from the kingdom of Adivaine and all other neighboring kingdoms gathered here every year on the night the moon shines brightest in honor of The Wolf Spirit.We come together to watch the most savage and ruthlessly vicious werewolves wrestle to the death for fame.Demons, vampires and witches alike were also in attendance but for more sinister reasons.Everyone except the Lycan King attended these events. He never showed his face in public.I once eavesdropped on two women gossiping in hushed tones at the fruit market,"The last time the Lycan King,
"Come out bitch. The Lycan beta doesn't like to be kept waiting." A guard dragged me from the servant's quarters through the rough castle grounds and threw me over his shoulder when I refused to move."No.' I whimpered. I was in rags that were so torn in several places that it barely hid any skin.Every single part of my body was covered with bruises and scratches and blisters. Most of them were still fresh.Living in Father's house was paradise compared to this hell. I would do anything to go back even if it meant cutting off my arm."No! Pick me." Greta, the tall, quiet redhead from the Night blood pack and the oldest of us all jumped up and declared. Everyone stared at her, shocked.There were twenty-two of us and I was his latest addition to his harem of mistresses.No, not "mistresses", sex slaves.According to the rumors, we were supposed to be twenty-six. Four died.We were his harem of sex slaves. I'm sure most of them were happy that I was the one he was obsessed with at the
"I don't want to die.""Am I going to die?""I can't breathe.""Help me.""Ple--ase." My last breath caught in my throat, and my fingers dug into his wrists as I stared into his eyes. Those eyes were the last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me.Black, empty, cold. Unfathomably evil.I jolted awake feeling feverish. My neck felt stiff and my head was pounding terribly. I looked around, disoriented."Where am I?" I sat up and looked around, wiping drool from my mouth with the back of my hand."What sort of nonsense dream was that?" I rubbed my eyes hard, as if to clear away my memory of those haunting evil eyes in my dream.Yawning and stretching like a cat, I looked around again and jumped in horror, "Oh no! Oh no!""How long have I been asleep? Oh shit!"I was still in Beta Darius's sex chamber and I also hadn't cleaned it up."Oh my God, what's the time? Please don't be past midnight yet. This is the only chance I have at freedom." I pleaded to whoever was up there listening
"You barely did anything. How am I supposed to believe you?" "Don't "believe" me. I am you." "No, Warrick. No, you're not. And I'm not you. You just very unfortunately happened to be in my body." "Don't be such a crybaby, Zane. Deny it as much as you want but I'm as much a part of you as you are a part of me." Alpha Zane had nothing to say to that. "Just stay dormant, Warrick. I need rest. If I drop dead now, you die too." "Funny that. We've tried dying a couple of times before. Do you remember how it went?" Again, he had nothing to say to that but this time it was because they were both cursed to be immortal. Nothing on earth could ever kill hi– "What is that?" Alpha Zane bent down and touched the water flowing from the lake. "Why is there blood in the water?" He heard a fierce, deep growl vibrate the entire ground under him. He realized that the growl was coming from him. "Warrick, what are you doing? You are choosing to be sensitive to blood now? Suddenly, his legs mo
My eyes fluttered open and all I could see was darkness. Were my eyes really open? I touched my eyes to be sure that I really opened them. "I'm fully awake but why is it this dark everywhere? I can't even see my nose." "I can see you," A rich, velvety voice seemed to caress my ear in response. I suddenly recognized the voice but I didn't remember where I heard it. I racked my brain to remember what his name was. "Who are you?" He calmly took my hand and my wolf, Seneca, hummed appreciatively in my chest. I clutched his hand instinctively and I knew that I would never want to let go. I could have stayed there forever, just holding his hand. I don't understand this feeling. "The reason why it's dark is because you are still weak and you can't handle any shocking revelations in your present state. You need to fully heal before I explain everything to you." His voice held me in a trance. Not his words, his voice. Why do I feel incredibly enchanted by him? Where do I know him fr
I momentarily snapped out of my puzzled daze when I saw Beta Darius saunter majestically to my beloved mate and bowed deeply to the Lycan King who still carried me gently like a newborn in his arms. When he rose up and saw me, his face turned a concerning shade of blue, then red, and then white as a sheet. Staring blankly with a slack jaw, he stood frozen in place, and his eyes darted around wildly. Poor thing, he managed to look constipated and also look like he was seeing a vision of the Seven Red Hells. "You –you…uh your highness." "I– Is she –?" He was unable to complete his question. The sound of Zane's voice from his chest sounded like a lullaby to my wounded soul, "Darius, she's my mate. My long-awaited mate." He almost choked on his spit, "Uhm, ahem, er, excuse me, your highness. I….uhm have to tend to some urgent personal matters." He bowed deeply one more time, "Welcome back home again, my King," and with a stiffer bow to me, "my lady," He choked out. I watched him w
Alpha Zane's POV The door to my study shut with a quiet click behind me. No one else dared entered here. I crossed the room, my steps slow and deliberate, but hesitant as they itched to go back to my mate's sleeping form lying comfortably on our bed. Sleep was not something I did often, I'm constantly in too much pain for that. I barely slept due to my curse but even at that, I embraced this one aspect of being cursed because I used my nighttime for deeper, and more complex matters that I couldn't do when prying eyes that hovered around during the day came. Long silver locks and ice blue eyes of a certain Luna filled my thoughts again. Warrick gave me a hard time about me not claiming her yet. I was equally impatient but I was also not an idiot. She was not in a state to handle that yet. The memory of Freya, scared and unsure, lips quivering and eyes brimming with tears sent fury crackling through me like a tidal wave. I welcomed its cold burn that seared me from the inside ou