The Alpha King

Sebastian Ryan's POV

I will find that girl, that ominous girl.

I will capture her.

I will kill her!

My misfortune all started because of her.

For these two years, every full moon night, I transformed into a brutal, bloodthirsty beast. People have witnessed me roaming the wilderness, slaughtering any living being I come across. Like being possessed, I have lost all the memories of these full moon nights afterwards—where I went, what I did—it's all told to me by others.

It's been two years, and I've spent a total of 24 nightmarish full moon nights.

I still remember it was a full moon night when Alpha Morgan sent someone to report to me that he had killed the two-tailed wolf and that his daughter, Charlotte Moore, had been turned into a human. Late that night, for the first time in a full moon, I felt something unusual, at first I just felt a little headache, and my body was hot and dry. I didn't take it seriously at the time, I just assumed it was a symptom of being in heat. I'm 32 years old and five years ago my mate died. In those five years, I'd experienced that physical reaction of rutting so many times that all I needed to do was fuck a few she-wolves to ease my lust. But since that full moon night two years ago, that method has failed.

The royal witch, Olivia, gave me a special herbal potion, claiming it could soothe my emotions and calm my overwhelming sexual desires. It was effective at first, allowing me to sleep peacefully through the full moon nights after consuming a bottle. However, as my symptoms grew more severe, its effects shortened. In the past six months, I've needed to drink at least three bottles of the potion to barely find comfort for two hours. Olivia advised me to be moderate, warning that excessive use of the potion would have severe side effects: I would become increasingly bloodthirsty, increasingly manic. I understand, but I can’t control myself. I’ve already been addicted to it. Every time the full moon rises, the demon within me starts to torment me relentlessly, leaving me in unbearable pain. I need to drink bottle after bottle of the potion to save my own life.

If I could start over, I would definitely kill that jinx with my own hands two years ago. I hated my past kindness—my kindness has become a blade hanging over my head! Now, I tread the path to Crescent Moon Pack, while I still have a trace of sanity left. I need to find her quickly. I can’t bear it anymore. As long as she dies, the curse will be broken, and I will regain my freedom. There is a full moon hanging in the sky, it is so pure, so beautiful, but so cruel. It bestows upon me the greatest power while subjecting me to the most horrifying curse.

Wherever I go, the birds and beasts fall silent, struck by terror at my horrifying appearance and the intense scent of blood that clings to me. In the dark forest, only the echo of my footsteps resounds. As my sanity dwindles, so do my vision and hearing. The path ahead becomes increasingly blurred, and I continue forward based on instinct alone. Savage vines block my way. I charge through, the broken vines hanging on me, making my form even more terrifying in the shadows of the forest. A startled bird falls at my feet, and I crush it underfoot, reveling in the sound of its body bursting, its fresh blood intensifying my insatiable thirst. I bend down, pick up the dead bird, and swallow it whole. Then I continue forward.

After walking who knows how long, I finally emerge from the dense woods, greeted by a flat riverbed ahead. I stride along the riverbed, the tinkling of water rejuvenating my parched mouth. I reach the riverbank, crouch down, cupped a handful of water and poured it into my mouth. I accidentally catch sight of my reflection. With a single glance, I plunge into endless madness. Look, I've turned into a horrifying, indescribable monster. My body is covered in thick fur. The color of the fur is beyond description, a hue that nature should never hold, a color exclusive to hell. Long goat-like horns protrude from beside my ears, a mark of the devil. My God! Look at this revolting, terrifying creature. This isn't me! This can't possibly be me! It's an illusion, a curse-induced hallucination, it can't be real! Ah!!! I let out a thunderous roar. At this moment, my sanity is completely devoured by this monster. I'm no longer myself.

In the midst of despair and insanity, I forget why I'm here, I forget where I'm headed. I recklessly charge through this land following my instincts. Suddenly, the ground gives way beneath me, and I lose my balance, plunging into the water with a huge splash. My thick fur becomes heavy after getting wet, and after a few attempts, I fail to stand up. I give up resisting, close my eyes, and let the swift current carry me to an unknown place. I don't know how long it took, but my consciousness began to blur, and a second before I fainted, I suddenly thought of something, snapped my eyes open, and shouted the name with all my strength: Charlotte Moore!!!