Chapter 2

Not only Kaira, but everyone in the pack had suffered because of him. Darren had made life miserable for those around him. He was a bully—always looking for an excuse to start a fight, always ready to prove his dominance, and being the Alpha’s son gave him a sense of untouchable power, and he used it without hesitation. Whenever he wanted, he would leave the pack, disappearing for days just to party in the city.

There was a time when his recklessness almost cost him his life. During one of his careless outings, Darren was ambushed by rogue wolves. Outnumbered and caught off guard, he was on the brink of death. But in that critical moment, his wolf took control—raw, primal, and violent. It surged through him, overpowering his human weakness and saving his life.

From that day on, something changed in him not for the better. Darren didn’t just party—he spiraled. From a very young age, he fell into alcohol and drug addiction. What started as a rebellion turned into dependence. His presence became toxic, influencing those around him in the worst possible ways. And yet, despite all this, he had admirers.

Some of the younger wolves looked up to him. They were drawn to his fearlessness, his defiance, and his wild nature.

They mistook chaos for strength.

Soon, those admirers became his friends and those friends became a gang. A group of troublemakers who followed Darren blindly, feeding off his energy and arrogance. He became their leader—the center of their reckless world. Together, they caused disturbances both inside and outside the pack.

The Alpha’s guards had noticed. The elders had warned.

But by then… it was already too late. Darren had lost all fear of consequences, authority, and anything.

He grew selfish, stubborn, and completely uncontrollable. A wolf who displayed his power at every opportunity, whether necessary or not. He was the kind of person who fought first and never bothered to listen later.

Anger lived inside him—constantly, restlessly—like a storm that never settled. It clouded his judgment, made him reckless, and pushed him further down a path of destruction.

He believed he could conquer the world and that no one could stop him.

The son of Alpha Farris Jacob Dark had become the complete opposite of his father. Now twenty-two years old, Darren lived away from the pack in the city, supposedly to complete his studies. But education was the last thing on his mind. His mother lived there with him. She was a professor at the college and also took responsibility for overseeing young werewolves studying in the city. Their house was always busy—filled with students, responsibilities, and structure.

But Darren fit into none of it. He was ruthless, dominant, and unbearably arrogant, responsibility meant nothing to him.

In fact, he didn’t even understand the word.

He lived freely, carelessly, without fear and without limits. He spoke whatever he wanted, did whatever he pleased, and never considered how his actions affected others. To him, the world revolved around his desires.

Darren was a party animal. No college party felt complete without his presence. His reputation spread quickly—both admired and feared. He was strikingly handsome, with a charm that easily pulled people toward him. Girls fell for him without effort, drawn to his confidence and dangerous allure.

But he never stayed.

He played with hearts like they were nothing more than temporary distractions—something to entertain him until he got bored.

He was also known for his athletic abilities.

Fast, strong, and skilled in both indoor and outdoor games, Darren dominated every competition he entered. His physical strength only added to his already intimidating presence.

Alpha Farris hated everything about his son’s behavior.

He never approved of Darren leaving the pack, never supporting the life he had chosen. Time and time again, he tried to reason with him—to make him understand that the pack belonged to him, that one day he could become the Alpha.

But Darren never listened.

He didn’t care about leadership.

He didn’t care about legacy.

He didn’t care about anything… except himself.

His relationship with his parents was strained, almost broken.

Within the pack, people didn’t respect him—they feared him or avoided him. In fact, many preferred that he stay away. When Darren was gone, there was peace. When he returned, chaos followed.

And so, most of the pack silently wished the same thing—

That he would never come back.

Even in the city, Darren continued to create havoc.

The once peaceful campus had slowly turned into a place of tension and disturbance. His reputation overshadowed everything else, including his education. He disrespected teachers, cheated in exams, and had no real interest in learning.

He was there for one reason only— and that was to enjoy himself.

People described him in different ways.

Good people called him bad.

Bad people called him worse.

And the worst among them…

They called him the Devil.

Recently, his attention had been caught by someone new.

A girl named Mariah.

She was stunning—confident, bold, and impossible to ignore. Unlike others, she didn’t fall for his charm. She ignored his flirtatious looks, dismissed his cheap pickup lines, and treated him like he didn’t matter.

And that intrigued him.

Darren wasn’t used to rejection. So, he turned it into a challenge. A goal. He decided that Mariah would be his girlfriend. And in his mind, it was only a matter of time.

But Darren had no idea… That his life was about to take a turn he could never have expected. Because very soon, he would come face-to-face with the one person he had avoided for years.

Beta’s perfect daughter. His father’s favorite. Kaira Moon.

For years, both of them had done everything possible to stay away from each other. Distance had been their only peace.

But fate had other plans.

Darren realized something was wrong the moment his phone rang.

His father.

“Yes, Dad… I’m fine,” Darren said, exhaling impatiently as he sat in his room, gripping the controller of his PS5. The game in front of him was already frustrating him, and this call wasn’t helping.

“What? Who is coming here?”

His expression shifted instantly—shock flashing across his face.

“But why would she stay here?” he demanded, sitting upright. He dropped the controller onto the couch, his focus now completely on the call.

A pause.

Then his tone hardened.

“No way, Dad. I’m not going to pick her up from the airport. No. I’m not going. I don’t care.”

Before his father could respond, Darren ended the call.

A bitter taste filled his mouth.

He threw his phone onto the sofa and ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. Frustration boiled inside him as he headed toward the fridge, grabbing a beer to calm himself.

He took a long sip, then slammed the bottle down.

“D*mn that girl…” he muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening.

“She’s going to live here? No way.”

Rage surged through him. Without thinking, he punched the door, the sound echoing through the room. And for the first time in years…

Darren Dark felt something he hadn’t expected. Not anger or excitement something far more dangerous.

And it was Unease.