Marcel

Ever since I turned 20 I have heard nothing but baseless rumors about the Alpha king—me, not having a mate. I’d never tell them I do have one because she’s an omega and hell will break loose before I allow her into my life. I asked mom how to get another mate and she told me the first mate had to die. She’s a witch so she didn’t need to do much to find that out. I do not care less about rumors nor do I appreciate such attitudes around my pack but my dearest mother says I should care and do something about it instead of not doing anything. Hence, why I need to make sure I kill whoever my mate is.

Mom has already found her location even though we’re still not certain if she exists or not. We were given a false prophecy before and now that I still haven't found my mate, my mother assumed it’s because my original mate is still alive. She sent rogues to kill her yet none have come back to give feedback… well until now.

He’s profusely bleeding through his head and chest. Wonder how that happened.

“Who did this to you?” Mom asks the young man bleeding.

“I don’t know who he is, but I recall a woman named Melissa saying Peter. They said each others names and that’s all I remember hearing before o blacked out. I only made it up here because the humans took me to the hospital, they didn’t treat me much before I had enough strength to run and come back here to give you the information.” The man says.

“Did you find her?” I ask getting straight to the point. I could care less about how he got the information as long as he did.

“I don’t know her name, but she’s alive. The magic your mother provided for us that went hunting for her worked. We were able to see through her brown dyed hair. Unfortunately the rest are all dead.”

I nod whilst sitting on my throne. Sandra sits next to me as always, my mother would do anything for me.

“You may leave.” Sandra says and shoos him with her hand.

“We need to find this girl, she managed to somehow have people there to protect her. Killing all those people.. there’s way an omega can do it herself.” I say.

“Didn’t you hear what he said? A Peter and Melissa were involved. I don’t know of Peter but I think I know of a Melissa….” Mom says whilst thinking deeply about something.

“What are you trying to say?” I ask.

“Wasn’t it recently that Alpha Johns two gammas left to do something for him?” She asks.

“Yes but he told me it’s to receive more information about how the other packs are operating.” I raise a brow. What is she trying to say.

“I need you to order him here, I want to ask him a question.” She stands.

I shake my head.

“I refuse to do anything if your not going to tell me why.”

“Fine. His daughter's name is Melissa. The two gammas he sent out for the mission are his daughters. Becca and Melissa.” She explains and I finally understand why she wants see him.

I mindlink John telling him to come and be fast.

‘Is something wrong? You don’t usually mindlink me when calling me in.’ He says.

I ignore him and impatiently wait for his appearance.

There’s absolutely nobody in the throne room besides I and Sandra. He arrives faster than I expected.

Sandra sits back down and smiles. I just watch him as he approaches. As the alpha king I can tell that he’s nervous. I have the power to feel werewolves' energy. All Alpha kings do. That’s just one of the thing that differentiates other Alphas from me.

he kneels and rises.

“You called me your highness.” He bows as he speaks before standing straight. He has black hair with hazel eyes. His skin is pale however, you’d never guess that he’s a vampire.

“Sit.” I order.

He does as I say. The tension in the room is thick, the kind that clings to your skin like a second layer, suffocating. My mother, Sandra, stands to my left, her posture sharp and rigid, her icy glare fixed on John. John, ever the diplomat, sits across from us, his fingers interlocked, a calculated calmness on his

face.

“Why send your two daughters to scan the packs instead of one ?” Mother asks, her voice like steel wrapped in silk. “One would have sufficed. It's a waste of resources, John. What are you playing at?”

John tilts his head slightly, a faint, almost irritating smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Becca is the one doing most of the work. Melissa found her mate in the River Bay Pack, so she's staying there for now.”

“River Bay,” Mother repeats, her tone laced with confusion. I already know where this is going, and so does John, judging by the faint shift in his expression.

I cut in before she can press further. “River Bay. Alpha Xavier runs that pack.“

Her brows arch slightly. “Alpha Xavier? The one whose reputation precedes him? The lowest ranked alpha?”

“Ruthless and untrustworthy, if you ask me,” John's calm demeanor doesn't falter, but I can see a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. I smirk, I love to see these two hate each other secretly.

”Alpha Xavier has his methods, but Melissa is safe there. That's what matters.” John completes his statement.

Mother scoffs lightly, dismissing his reassurance with a wave of her hand.

“Enough of this.” She turns to me, her blue eyes blazing with authority. “Marcel, I need you to send a message to every pack. Every single one.”

I blink, caught off guard. “What message?”

Her lips curve into a cruel smile, one that I know too well. “Instruct them to kill every single female omega with brown hair and strands of white in their packs. No exceptions.” She looks straight at John wanting to see his reaction. Whatever it is he’s trying his best to mask it from me knowing I’m the only one that can see right through false pretenses.

The room falls silent, the weight of her command settling over us like a storm.

John stiffens in his seat, his calm exterior cracking ever so slightly.

“Why?” he asks, his voice low but firm.

I already know the answer. It's not really a known thing that my mate is an omega and I’ve always wanted her dead.

“Because it's the only way to ensure none of them are my mate,” I say, my voice cold, emotionless.

“You don't even know who she is,” John says, shaking his head.

Mom faces me ignoring John. “If every omega matching the description is dead, you'll never have to worry about her again. Problem solved.”

John's face hardens. “Sandra, this is-”

“Not your concern,” she snaps, cutting him off. ”This is a matter of my son's reputation. You've said your piece, now leave us.”

John doesn't move immediately, his eyes flicking to me. For a moment, I wonder if he'll argue, if he'll defy her. But then he rises, a tight, reluctant nod signaling his retreat.

“I know that the priestess witch cursed you before she died making you the cruel person you are now… but trust me Alpha Marcel…. This is not you.” He says the last part whilst staring at my mother.

Once the door clicks shut behind him, Mother turns back to me, her expression softening slightly, though it's more a mockery of tenderness than anything genuine.

“You know I'm right, Marcel.” she says, placing a hand on my arm. “This is the only way to secure your future and the pack's.”

I nod, the weight of her words sinking in.

She's always been a master manipulator, but this time, she doesn't need to work hard. She's right. The idea of my mate, my supposed destiny, the one I'm destined to crave yet hate, makes my stomach churn.

“I'll take care of it,” I say, rising to my feet.

“Good,”she says, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

I walk to my room and mind link the message to every single Alpha to kill every single female omega. Not feeling even an ounce of guilt, they're all useless anyways. Play things.

Each word feels like a chain tightening around my chest, it doesn’t hurt so I don't stop. I can't. My mate is a threat, a weakness, and if this is the price for erasing her from existence, then so be it.

The message is short and to the point. No room for interpretation.

‘To all Alphas, Effective immediately, any female omega with brown hair and strands of white is to be executed. No exceptions.”

Once it’s done, I lean back in my chair, a strange feeling twists in my gut. Not guilt, not regret-something darker. A sense that this is only the beginning of the storm.