A troubled Alpha

Fenrir

Marsai came back.

My anger lost its purpose every night I stayed up drunk to wait for the sound of her door followed by her scent. Tonight was not going to be any different. This horrible period taught me self-evaluation since I was always alone in my thoughts.

Self-evaluation was something I wasn't used to. It felt like self-degrading because proud people like me don't do it very often. I do not have memories of me being like this but it all seems so natural to me. The only memory of myself that I have, I refused to accept that it was me.

I couldn't be that weak werewolf. But then, he seems like me. Maybe I have to find out more.

I was still confused if I really needed to? What if it was true? What if I was really the weak Alpha Heir who his mate left him for Beta and his position was given to his younger brother?

I refused to believe it, so I pushed it to the back of my mind.

Thinking of the people I hurt while I experience that familiar blood rage made me more solemn t