Chapter 5: Mavros

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE TOWARDS A WOMAN.

Two thousand years ago.

Wolves gathered for the annual celebration of the Blood Moon, known as 'The Dance of the Aima Fengari.' Fitia, the goddess, would send down my brother, Áspro, and me, as the dancers of the Aima Fengari. We would form circles around the moon, then descend to Earth to be offered as sacrifices.

Áspro and I were like yin and yang, balancing each other. As the god of destruction, I needed someone to calm me down when I got too upset, and Áspro was perfect for the job.

We stood on the altar adorned with a knife, a book, a bowl, and candles. It was a ritual to please the goddess. Just as we were about to be sacrificed, I caught the scent of Ophelia's arousal.

"Abomination," I whispered, scanning the crowd for the silver eyes of the goddess' daughter.

Áspro understood what I meant. Ophelia mating with a mortal was forbidden, and the goddess was here to punish her.

"Ophelia," Fitia's voice sent chills down everyone's spines. They all bowed their heads, for no one had ever seen the face of the goddess and lived to tell the tale.

Ophelia rushed out of the temple, sweat glistening on her forehead. Her heart pounded in her chest as she faced her furious mother. She knew she had brought trouble upon herself. "Great mother of wolves," she breathed.

Darius King, her mate, knelt with his head bowed. The goddess' anger made his wolf tremble. He couldn't resist Ophelia's beauty, and since he didn't have a mate, he thought it was acceptable.

"Do not call me that," Fitia warned. "You have brought shame upon me, hurting my pride as a goddess." She turned her gaze to Darius. "How dare you?"

"Forgive me. It was a mistake," he pleaded. "I didn't know what I was doing."

No excuse could appease her anger. She was furious, and that was all that mattered. Whether he meant it or not, he had committed the act.

"From this moment, Darius King, you shall have no control over your beast on a day like this. On the day of the Blood Moon, you shall die by your own claws. They shall pierce your chest and burst your heart. The next Blood Moon shall be your last."

The goddess then turned her attention to Ophelia, once her cherished daughter. It pained her that her child had stooped so low as to mate a mortal. I stood behind Ophelia, aware of what her punishment would be.

"You shall conceive a child. A child that will bring you immense pain. You shall carry that child for four years, and those years will be filled with misery. Ophelia, four years from now, you shall conceive Mávros in the form of a mere mortal. He shall be the one to bring you pain."

I turned Ophelia to face me and placed my hand on her stomach. I looked away from her tear-filled eyes and glanced at my brother. "We shall meet again, brother."

Áspro smiled at me. "Until then."

And just like that, I vanished. A black mark remained where I had stood, a mark that could never be erased by anyone.

"Let this be a warning to all." Fitia's voice boomed. "No one should assist Ophelia in conceiving Mávros, or I will bring death and destruction upon the werewolf race. Let this day be remembered."

Present Day:

On my command, Olethros, my demonic wolf possessing Layton's lycan beast, had taken control of his body. As the god of destruction, I relished in watching werewolves beg for mercy. There was no need to hide anymore; I had revealed my true identity to the Alpha King himself.

The King now knew what he was up against, and so did he the unfortunate alpha before me.

"What's the problem? Haven't you seen a guy who can control fire before?" I questioned, lowering myself to the level of the pleading Alpha.

I killed the pack guards effortlessly, viewing them as insignificant creatures I could crush under my feet whenever I pleased. Mortals couldn't withstand my raw power. They would fall at my feet.

"Please spare us. I'll do anything, whatever you want," the Alpha pleaded, kneeling and grasping at the leg of his destruction.

"Don't beg, I'll still kill you," I truthfully stated, a mischievous glint in my red eyes. "However, I have something interesting to show you." I smiled at the Alpha.

The Alpha's honey brown eyes met my red ones, filled with curiosity and dread. 'What could he be up to?' he wondered, hoping it had nothing to do with his soul mate.

Foolish mortal.

"Luna Jocelyn, please come," I beckoned, extending my hand for her to take.

Jocelyn looked at her mate, who nodded in approval, signaling her to obey me. She placed her hand in mine, and I smiled at her.

"Watch closely," I said, looking down at the Alpha to ensure his attention was on what I intended to do.

Then, I allowed my hand to grow hot, causing Jocelyn's skin to burn, and she screamed in pain. The sound of sizzling skin brought a growl from her mate, but I paid no mind. I could kill them both without breaking a sweat.

"Stop! Please, stop!" Jocelyn cried out.

"Where's the fun in that? I want to hear your screams, Jocelyn," I winked at the crying woman, reveling in her agony.

"Randy, help me," she pleaded, reaching for her mate's hand, but I pulled her towards me.

Randy clenched his fist and rose from the floor. Knowing he couldn't defeat me with mere punches, he sprinted to a room. When he returned, a silver knife was in his hand.

Unfazed, I observed him. "Lovely toy you've got there. What game shall we play with it? Cutting fingers or stabbing the Alpha?"

"How about fuck you?" the Alpha growled, cautiously approaching me, every werewolf's nightmare.

I released Jocelyn and clapped my hands as if applauding a fantastic show. "You've just given me an idea. I'm sure you'll love it," I said.

Randy tightened his grip on the knife, his eyes flickering between his mate and me. His priority was saving Jocelyn, even if it meant risking his own life—for their daughter, Rebecca.

"I want you to stab your mate," I stated, smiling. "And when I say stab her, I mean bury the knife in the little thing underneath her dress. How does that sound?" I waited for Randy's response, eager to witness his disgust.

Disgust indeed crossed Randy's face. He could never have imagined something so despicable.

"What are you waiting for? Go on," I urged, sitting back on a chair. "Or I'll make you."

"I would rather die than do that to my mate," Randy declared. Tears welled up in his eyes as he saw Jocelyn crying in the corner. If this were a regular werewolf, he would rip out my throat.

Randy raised the knife, intending to take his own life, but I stopped him. "Why can't you be a nice little Alpha and do as I asked?" I shook my head in disappointment. "Very well then."

I closed my eyes briefly, and when I opened them, my red eyes bore a black swirl—a touch of my actual power. This enabled me to take control of the Alpha's body.

"Do it," I ordered.

Randy nodded and took slow steps towards Jocelyn, who was now screaming for help. However, with me around, no one would dare intervene. Jocelyn stood up, attempting to escape, but Randy pushed her back down.

He secured her hands above her head before stabbing both hands with the silver knife, causing her to scream as the metal burned her skin. Blood trickled from the wounds, much to my satisfaction.

Next, Randy lifted Jocelyn's yellow dress after restraining her leg. Her black undergarment was now exposed.

"Please make it stop," she begged, her pleas falling on deaf ears.

"This is so much fun, isn't it?" I asked Jocelyn, who was in tears.

I watched closely as Randy removed Jocelyn's undergarment, revealing her intimate area. He then turned to me, awaiting further instructions.

"Do it."

With that command, Randy withdrew the knife from Jocelyn's hands and plunged it deep into her. As soon as the deed was done, he regained control of his own body. Jocelyn cried out in pain as the silver burned and entered her bloodstream. Her death was imminent.

"I'm sorry," Randy whispered, pulling her into his chest.

The sound of clapping caught Randy's attention, and he turned his head toward me. "So touching," I said, wiping away a fake tear. "The blank look on your face when you did it was the best part. I'll tell you what," I continued, rising from the chair. "How about we go out there and kill the rest of the pack? Normally, they would have a chance to flee, but with the barrier in place, they can't. What do you say?"

"You're a monster," Randy spat.

"Thank you so much for the compliment, Alpha Randy. Now, take your Alpha behind outside!"

Randy swallowed hard and walked toward the pack grounds, where over three hundred pack members stood. Males clung tightly to their mates and pups, knowing the sight before them spelled destruction.

"Hello, everyone," I greeted with a smile. "I would like you all to stand in a straight line for your beloved Alpha to behead you."

I waited and no one moved. My smile turned into a frown.

"Why don't you kill them yourself? Why must I kill my own people?" Randy questioned, his face contorted with disbelief.

"I don't like getting my hands dirty. Besides, it's more fun this way, don't you think?" I replied, my tone tinged with mockery.

With a man like me roaming freely, the werewolf world was in grave danger, and nothing could save them.