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ALPHA ROMAN'S POV

In the dark cell, my wolfish golden eyes were what stood out; my wolf was completely in control, and my huge black wolf was lying on the cold floor with its head on its lap. Its tongue stuck out as it studied breath resound in the dark cell. It was the last day of my imprisonment, and I couldn't wait for it to be over; I couldn't wait to step out in the open again. It would be over after tonight, I thought to myself as my gaze ran around the familiar dark space.

Darkness was a world that perfectly suited me and this cell was like my normal room to me because I spent more time here than I did in my room. It was the only place that accommodated me and my wolf, it prevented him from breaking boundaries and stopped me from spitting blood.

I shift, growl, and endure all the pains that run through my veins during this time of the year, The Blood Moon!

A loud growl erupted from my throat that shook the building and I immediately knew it was midnight.

My wolf raised its head to look up at the small window that sits at the left side of the cell. Though it wasn't purposely for light I could see the light of the moon entering space through the small open.

My wolf walked up from the floor, and a cold, malicious look appeared in his eyes. It was a sight to be scared of, a view to run away from. My wolf wasn't a pure breed and for some reason, it lost control whenever it was that time of the year.

When it was that time of the year, Xade would come out with or without my permission. He got to do whatever he wanted for six months, and during this time, I avoided walking in the light or moving in the open because I didn't want to be the one to send my pack to its grave.

My wolf was a beast!

A beast that needed to be tamed.

I have never for once let him out, I work and rule in my human form. My pack was better off without Xade and I wouldn't risk it. I get angry and lose control often, he attacks without listening to anyone. He was a violent piece of shit; sometimes, I fear for my pack's well-being. What if what happened fifteen years ago happens again?

What if Xade break out of these fucking chains one day and stepped out of this room? I didn't want to think about it because I wouldn't let something like that happen but Xade was getting violet with each passing day that passes.

He let out a growl that managed to tear the heavy chain around his neck leaving the one around his waist.

My father spent years trying to find a cure and a remedy for this but I guess not all curses could be cured. I was bound to hide my wolf for life and I didn't have a problem with the reality of it. I just didn't trust those witches enough to ask them for anything nor did I want to trust anyone.

This curse was related to my birth, my existence, and everything that had to do with me. I never believed it when the revelation was made but it was too late for me to doubt.

It has something to do with the different bloodlines that run through my veins. The wolf blood, witch blood, and the fucking demon blood!

The curse chose me for some reason. He believed I was stronger but I didn't want to know why.

At least my father managed to find out where the curse came from before I killed him with my own hands. The terrified look that gazed at me the night I broke free from the cell, his shocking statements, and the blood that painted my pawn that night.

I killed everyone in that house including my stepmother and her daughter!

I could hear Xade’s painful growls and violet snarls. He turns into a complete animal, a violet beast, during this time of the year; I doubted a soul would be left to breathe if he managed to break free.

Sometimes I wonder why.

Why did this curse have to exist?

Nobody realized how hard I found it to breathe when I recall how I destroyed the entire alpha building that night. The servants, the warriors including my father!

I could feel the pain that was ripping through my bones and yet my flesh. It felt as if someone was burning my flesh, the pain was familiar yet very feign.

“ Roman, “ Vincent's voice reached me, and I immediately knew it was time to get out of this fucking hole.

After a few seconds of bone cracking, I found myself standing on my feet naked. “ Good morning,” he greeted the moment he unlocked the chains from my waist, but I didn't respond since I wasn't knee to greetings. “What happened last night?” I asked because of the look on his face. “ I didn't sleep last night; that is what happened,” he said, and I chuckled. It wasn't something new so why was he complaining?

“ I saw her in the garden, and it seems she didn't sleep either,” he said, and I stopped suddenly.” Why?” I asked with a frown and he shrugged. “ She probably didn't feel like it,” he said, but I didn't buy it, nor did I allow myself to get busy with it.

I stepped into my office naked only to find her scent dancing in the room. It was a pleasure to feel her again but what was she looking for in my office? Didn't anyone tell her not to fucking wander around?

I wasn't sure what it was but I guess she was here. My eyes stared around for anything unusual after all, she was related to a man like Alpha Christopher.

I turned back to Vincent who only shrugged his shoulders like he didn't know anything. I grabbed the white pants hanging on the chair and shoved my legs inside.” I have checked…" I slammed the door shut before he could finish his words.

I stepped into the main pack building and the alpha wing. I pushed the door to the bedroom open but much to my dismay, she wasn't there to explain herself.

My eyes snapped in the direction of the bathroom hearing the sound of running water. My gaze pulled back to the bed where her dress was neatly placed. I glared around for a while, but she didn't interfere with my room like I thought. The only thing that has changed is the smell. Her scent was lingering strong in the room. I gazed up, back to the bathroom door when the sound of the water stopped.

The door pulled open in no time, and her cute, clean face ran into view; she only had a white towel around her body. Her smooth damsel skin was wet from the shower and her face stared, shocking at me as if she had seen a ghost.

My eyes went down to her exposed legs and I had to stop myself from pouncing on her. “ Ahh..” she stepped back when I did the opposite. My eyes narrowed at her little action. She looked quite innocent and deceiving.

A frown settled on my face when I recalled who she was. I dropped my hands in the pocket of my white pants and pointed my gaze to her face. “ You were in my office,” I said coldly, obviously demanding an explanation. “ I-i..” she stuttered and I took a step forward. “ I wanted to bring you ….”

“ Don't bother next time, “ I warned, and she parted her lips to say something but lost the courage after meeting my cold gaze.

I needed to know something I didn't know about her. There was so much I had to know about her before trusting her as my mate.

“ How old are you?” I asked and she squeezed the edge of the towel. Her scared act didn't go unnoticed. “ Eighteen” she answered, dropping her gaze. I furrowed my brow wondering why she wasn't smelling her mate.

She was eighteen and obviously, she has passed the shifting stage. Why was she not recognizing me as her fated mate?