CHAPTER THREE: DAMIEN

The night wind sweeps through my body but it does nothing to quell the heat in me. I'm burning, not in anger but need. My wolf, Daxon, has been restless recently. With the both of us focused with work and the Pack, there is barely any time or energy to bring him out.

Asshole, I hear him say.

Yes. I'll like to fuck one too.

“Damien. Do you have any idea how close you are to falling off the edge?”

I open my eyes now, staring down at my feet. I'm standing on the edge of my penthouse's balcony. The city lights are bright, the noise below almost deafening. It's almost like all of it is overstimulating, driving me to the edge so that I either shift or kill myself. I'm leaning heavily on the latter.

“Damien—”

“You say my name a lot for a person beneath me,” Though my voice is cold, there is a smile on my face as I turn around to face him. My Beta, Aslan, stares at me with an exhausted look on his face as I come down from the balcony now and walk past him. “What can I do for you?”

I reach my bar first, taking out a bottle of whiskey and pouring some of it into a glass as he joins me. “You have been missing the meetings, Alpha—”

I scoff as I shove the first shot down my throat. “I'm Alpha now.”

“And there is a global problem going around. The other Packs are demanding assistance from other Alphas to protect their Omegas. We both know this would get out of hand if it continues. Population control will be gone and suicidal rates of Omegas would worsen—”

I slam the glass down on my counter. It shatters with the sound piercing through the empty house as I ask quietly, “Why are you telling me this? Do you… Do you think I care?”

I walk towards him now. Aslan isn't terrified of me. He knows that I can rip his head off in the blink of an eye but he respects me enough to know that I respect his existence in return. He does his job as my Beta and keeps me updated about the outside world while I stay away from the world. “I stay alive for my pack. Is that not enough?”

Bloodhound Pack. My Pack. We are not a large group of people but that's only because there's no need for us to be. We are vicious killers, people who have spent many years training for a moment in the world when it shows its weakness and we take forceful charge of the entire council, subduing others to our will.

I am their Alpha, a thing I never chose but for a cruel sect, they revere me more than anything. Nothing is done without my permission and for that reason, they are innocent. As long as I stay alive, no one will dare harm anyone. If the world thinks the loss of Omegas mean anything now, they are not even prepared for what would happen if my Bloodhounds find them.

Aslan doesn't budge. “You cannot hide here forever.”

“Ha. Watch me.”

“You are more than just a spineless coward—”

I don't let him finish his words as I grab him by the neck, my claws instantly digging into the sides of his neck as I raise him up. His warm blood cascading down my fingers excite Daxon, the wolf drowning in the scent before I fling him to the side.

He crashes but I don't bother to look at him. Instead, I say calmly, “Be careful. You might speak the truth but I have a temper.”

I can tell he's already healing himself, the fact that he's a member of my pack making him impervious to the venom from my claws as he says half gasping, “There is… There is an a-agency. They try to… They try to regulate the hormones of… Of Alphas, and Betas who seek Omegas for their… Their pheromones by requesting the services of the latter. It's… It's safe and well protected. No one would know you were there. Alpha.”

He says the last part to soften the statement but I already feel insulted. Daxon is excited and that is never a good sign. “Do you think my reason for my depression is… Sex?”

“We all feel it. We all feel him,” I know he speaks of Daxon as I watch him rise from the floor now. “You cannot keep repressing who you are. Their pheromones will help,” And perhaps, if you see how necessary Omegas are, then perhaps, you will decide to help the cause.

He doesn't say that part but I can hear it lingering in the air like poison. It's bitter to taste but I don't find myself hating it. Daxon growls slightly in pleasure at the fact that I am thinking of it. Why? Because it is true. I need a release somehow and I know how it would end if I keep fighting what I really am.

A Predator who needs to hunt down prey to survive. I have fought these instincts after the event that happened many years ago but perhaps… Perhaps, it is time I stop beating myself for something that I could not control.

I can't help the laugh that leaves my lips now as I say, “Ah, I can't help but pity the poor omega who would have to deal with me after my many years of celibacy,” A lazy smile plays on my face. “Daxon can be quite… Insatiable.”

And so can I.