Chapter 4

Elijah

Shit. That was all I could say about my life.

"Alpha... I..."

"No, not now, darling. I must go to work," I said, leaving the clingy Omega without a knot. She looked at me hopefully and nodded as if expecting me to return while I just smiled. 

Knowing that WOULDN’T happen as I had already ordered my subs to get rid of her. Who wants to keep a lustful she-wolf that only loves my money?

Walking outside, I was met with the same stares as always: Fear.

"Where's the traitor?" I asked, holding a cigarette, and one of my subs immediately lit it. Soon, they brought me the traitor, bundled tight like a worm in its cocoon. Well, that's not wrong. After all, he would bloom as a beautiful butterfly.

Fly away from my sight.

"Alpha, please... spare me, I..." I let out a sly smirk at his pathetic plea. Who was he to order Elijah Husky around?

"Sorry, Artie. But rules are rules. You broke the contract and my trust," I said, pressing a Colt 1911 to his head. "And now, you must face the consequences. Goodbye, Artie." With that, I pulled the trigger, and blood splattered onto my white shirt. I smiled, admiring the pattern, thinking it would be my next collection.

“Alpha, Beta Marcus has arrived,” my subordinate suddenly called me, and I looked at him boringly.

“So soon?” I ask, and he averts his gaze, trembling. “Okay, fine.” I sigh, taking off the bloodied shirt and tossing it to him before changing into a new one that my other subs just brought me. “Put it in a dry room first, then you know what to do. If there’s any blood trace that fades, next your blood will be one of my collections.”

“Y-yes, Alpha,” he said, bowing before carefully taking it and doing his job. I chuckle before shaking my head, wondering why they always looked so scared of me.

Outside of my underground manor, I see the same boring red limo waiting for me. I clicked my tongue, wondering why my father, the great Lycan King, always has a bad taste in everything, but once again, I didn’t comply. 

I forgot that I’m just his illegitimate son, and he sure would prefer to ask his three hermit sons who share the same bad taste.

“Going out and killing again, I see. You smell like blood.” Marcus said. I chuckled as I sat next to him. 

“Well, yeah. Anyway, why do you call? Did that old hag need something again?” I ask, looking at the rearview, making sure my boys burn and throw the traitor’s body away, as I hate leaving his disgusting trace, and they sure pick a good place, which is the town sewer.

“Yes, he is. He wants you to re-challenge him,” Marcus starts the engine. “This time, he also wants you to challenge him, too. So, you’re going to fight four of them in one row.”

“Challenge them? You mean beating those three dwarfs again?” I laugh, feeling it’s funny. Is it really hard for that old hag to hand me the throne? “Is he sure about that? Last time I did it, I was arrested since the favorite child got head conscious. He still can't count till five until now.”

“Not to forget about his two handsome princes, who now lose their middle teeth because of shifting battles. Did he want me to make them appear as toothless toddlers now?” 

“Well, I don’t know, Elijah,” Marcus sighed. “But I think your father wants the rematch because the Luna asked. You know how he can’t say no to his Luna, and besides...” Marcus suddenly takes a sharp U-turn before stopping in front of the green light, causing the cars behind us to honk.

“I can tell your father hopes you will win the battle again. I mean, although you’re the least favorite child, he seems to accept the fact that from the four of you, you’re the only one who got all the requirements to be the Lycan king from brain, power, and everything except empathy since your lack on it and—”

“Yeah, yeah, but still, he keeps testing me, Marcus!” I cut him. “He even asks me to bring the future Moon Goddess’ head just to prove my worth, if you forgot. Isn’t it crazy? Who can get that damn goddess head? It’s like shoving a bunch of camels into a needle hole. I don’t even know who the chosen goddess is as the full moon hasn’t shown up,” which is true. The Moon Goddess or the family of the next point Moon Goddess always keeps her existence a secret until the full moon to protect them. 

Although they’re our official chosen God and should have more power than us, some man-wolf is just happen to be crazy that they even went to lengths to kill her for the sake of power, and my father happens to be one of those crazy people.

Rumor says my father killed it once to get his throne from grandfather, but he never tells us who the past Moon Goddess was, which kinda makes me doubt this story. 

“Anyway, I’m not in the mood to challenge anyone as I don’t want to get sued. Why don’t we just go to the usual brothel and get each other some girls?” I offer. I just remembered that tomorrow I also have some dozen jobs selling and killing, so I don't want to spend a night in prison.

“What? But your father—” “I will pay for the most expensive girl for you.” I cut, making him pause.

“I will also lend you my card to bring her out and enjoy a splendid night. You always wish to look cool, don't you?" I said, letting out a sly smirk as I waved my black card, which Marcus gladly took before swerving and taking another sharp U-turn to the usual road to the brothel. 

Yes, that’s right. He agrees, although he doesn't say it out loud, which makes him my best friend despite his status as my beta. 

‘Who could reject a hot girl, anyway?” I smirk, watching his pants start to bulge.

One hour past thirty-five minutes past, and that’s all the time we need to take to get to the usual brothel. I stare at the rusty, two-story flat building before following the excited Marcus in. I don’t know why, but I always prefer to come to this place instead of the upper-class nightclub. 

There’s something in this place I can’t explain that makes me drown into it. My instinct says I will find something precious here soon, but I guess it’s just another irrational thought of mine.

“The usual one, please,” I tell the receptionist while giving her the usual generous tips. People here only know me as the brainless illegal alpha son who loves to splurt his father’s money, so I just want to keep that thought away. 

Giving them a tiny fraction of my wealth won’t make me poor, anyway.

As I was about to enter the usual room, a random thought like if I ever had a mate suddenly occurred within my mind, but quickly I shook my head, knowing it’s impossible as an illegitimate wolf like me can’t have a mate. It’s one of the goddess’ cruel punishments because we were just like sin in their eyes. 

Just as the rogue whore began to take off her clothes, suddenly my eyes fell on a petite figure that swayed not far from my room, and at that  moment, I knew that the goddess’ decision didn’t apply to me.

“Mate…” I said, pushing the rogue whore to the floor before rushing outside. For once, I never felt my wolf this excited, and it’s the first time I wanted to kill someone so badly.

“Mate…”