REGRET.

The birth of his younger sibling was a glorious occasion which was massively celebrated in a grand style within the park boundaries. Families of distinguished established Alpha's were in attendance to crown the occasion. Food, booze and unmated she wolves were in abundance to satiation; to celebrate the joyous occasion. To find ones mate was a great blessing however, the chances of meeting that unique person created specifically for you to share that intense bond with was slim to zero. Gone were the days when it was a prevalent occurrence. The new born brought but a few that grace whereas, others just had their fun and ended it there with some still in hopes of their mates. Werewolves were infamous for their captivating physique, extraordinary strength and their all time high libido. The infant was a well appreciated addition to the wolf clan as a whole most especially the BENGAZI family plus he added to the number of joyful participants of the dirty fight tradition.

Came after, was the hefty hit of his parents cruel death. The taste of happiness was hardly faded in his mouth before this tragedy. They were betrayed by a trusted associates ... a Seer! thus the beginning of his anger towards the witch breed but was on curb. After his parents demise, he still persisted in this tradition with his younger sibling. He couldn't have been any grateful to have a younger one at this moment. If anyone had told him he would come to appreciate Boy-D as he was popularly known, that much? He would have shred them up.

He never really had the time for himself neither his parents to talk of his junior one ... Derrick! even without responsibilities. But this time, he vowed to cherish and protect Derrick aka Boy-D with all of himself alongside all the heavy baggage of being an Alpha; knowing he was the only blood family left with him. Of course! the pack was a family of his too! considering his nature ... wolf blooded.

That notwithstanding, the connection he shared with Boy-D runs deeper. Marlon believed he could have cherished his parents presence more than he did when they still lived but didn't! thinking they'd be there forever. Delusional their effortless healing capabilities extended into immortality. His biggest mistake! One that he regrets woefully which torments his very soul and he wouldn't want to commit with Boy-D.

He was always out of pack boundaries running around with the younger guys his age, to the outside world for partying every least chance he got; missing pack training activities especially Alpha trainings personally at the busy expense of his father and mother especially his dad the Alpha. His sudden succession as the new Alpha came with great effort due to his voluntary missed guidance from his father. He was a born and bred blood of outstanding strength and only needed to work at his coarse edges to lead but Which were more rusted than he perceived and he did though! through sweat and blood.

The best quality time he remembers spending in their company was running in the rain and the dirt battles. At least he had a consolation and company in his junior brother, someone of his own blood to continue in the escape from sorrow with. So he thought, until he was also lost! to the same cursed bunch that called themselves sages.

"What on earth could i have done to them abominations, to have had it in for him this much?!" Marlon posed in anguish at the brutality. He would come out when it did rain, trace the pleasant smokey smell to where it was prominent constantly and persist there; for as long as he could to calm himself. The memories will replay vividly, the bright face of the Luna his forever young beautiful mother, the deep laughs of the Alpha his pitiable father, those funny laughs from derrick his lively kiddo, like live to his illusion. These fond playbacks ate away at his insides, taking him down a dark worm hole he would always struggle to piece himself out of. He would go as far as staining his hands with the muddy Earth like a child playing with dirt, molding pottery however, it was never the same. He was alone, forlorn and miserable! orchestrated by the hands of the damned creatures.

Although, it wasn't the same but he had a strong affiliation, history and bond with this particular essence; it always got him into a valuable place. It was a place of ambivalence; it gave him torment for what he had lost also brought peace of escapism refuge and on the peace he chose to duel on. He wouldn't have it any other way making it special.

"Wake up man! There is a despicable creature before you. This is not the time to lose one's self consciousness." He called to Marwol his wolf to be on guard for he was the most affected now by the slight scent that briefed by. For some weird reason it was affected to Marlon's surprise. His wolf was not easily moved yet that day, his attention got sidetracked.

"Of course! it isn't. With witches? One can't help loose awareness near them! Damned witch! Who knows if she is not doing this on purpose." Responded his Wolf. "That is why they are a cursed bunch that needs to be done away with." He said seething. "She couldn't even pick a better time to cross me! Is she mocking me?" He concluded regaining his composure of hatred.

Alpha Marlon was on his return from one of his muddy renaissance. He threaded the mountainous bushy path somberly in thick contemplations of affairs of his pack the Blood Crescent Moon pack more prevailing his begone family. The last thing he would have wanted to fall in his way was a brazen condemned witch. Something that disgusted him to the core! Yet it was not meant to go his way. He had an unwanted guest block his path.

"Some nerves this termagant has got! To stand in my path without dread. She couldn't even let me bask in the brief calm I just attained. She just had to mess my whole day! How on earth was I unable to finish her off with the whole useless bunch?" He thought regretfully, disdainfully admitting these were the worst tribe to have been allowed to walk the surface of the earth.

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He had been celibate for a long time waiting on the moon goddess to give him his fated mate. In all his escapades, he had never had interest in women but alcohol purposely to curb his innate desire in wait and search of her ... thus! the only one made for him. The burn of the liquid down his throat, with drizzles of sweat emanating from his skin under his clothes in show of the hotness speeding into his system was a harsh reminder of what he needed and craved, his eternal mate! 'Her fire will be more singeing than this.' He'd surmise drowsily. The only one to tame him. It was not for the drowsy euphoric feeling he chugged down the scotching contents of all those bottles ... nope! For he had a high tolerance of alcohol as did all his kind due to their fast metabolism. She would be the only intoxication he would not be able to recover from. "Drunken in love!" He thoughts bemused dreamily. It was either her or no one else.

There was no need to give her room to worry about any others. It was going to be solely her! His fated one. He was of the old and believed in unique bonds of fated love than flings. He was witness to the bliss his father found in his mother and wanted same. His mate was not going to contend with no one for him. However, the form she would come in he never pondered; another flaw of his or maybe the moon goddess but he was likely to receive the backlash. If only it was possible to order for ones mate in a likeness from the moon goddess? It would have been much easier and less disappointing never the less! the goddess knows best.

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She stood bare before him now with fiery eyes blazing with the fire of vengeance, round firm pear shaped breast, pointy nipples nodding up and down as she breath, a slashed in, deep bleeding profusely heart in her body beneath those two distracting molds. A sexy shapely body not for enticement rather a weapon it was. Weaponized to destruct! which was ready to kill! To avenge each and everybody Alpha Marlon took from her, recounting what his offense was to keep fueling the rage inside....