Chapter 6

FEW MOMENTS LATER

The battle got tougher and everywhere was bloody mess. The arm in which I was using to wield my sword started feeling heavier so I threw away the sword, and decided to use my bare claws, and yet I still spent more time than I would have liked before I killed an enemy.

A dread cuddled up within me, but I ignored it, focusing instead on my anger. Anger was good – anger was what I understood, what I saw each day when I looked into the mirror and each time I looked at my father, Alpha Ambrose.

What would become of me if I lost this war? If I did not bring the head of the leader of these rebels to my father in a spike as I had promised. My father would kill me. The ruthless Alpha would have no reason to respect me anymore or to believe me. He would forever treat me like a little wimp and I wouldn't want that to happen.

"Blast it! Why does he treat me this way??!! I was his only son! His only living heir!" I shouted in rage as I grabbed an enemy closest to me and hooked my claws into his throat, watching him crumble to my feet as I drew them out slowly. Damn it!! I didn’t have much time! The enemy was everywhere, I mean literally everywhere. I needed to get to their leader so I could stop the bloody bastards.

An evil thought came into my mind that made me grin wicjedly. I walked up to a distance and snatched up the an Omega that I could find closest to me. The lad looked up at me with the adoration they always reserved for an Alpha blood. “A..re we go..ing somewhere boss?” he stammered as he asked.

“Yes we are indeed going somewhere!” I snapped at him. “You had better keep your mouth shut, or I promise that your death would be a lot more painful."

The Omega looked at me in surprise, but he  didn't struggle with me, he seemed to trust me – if only he knew what I had in mind!

I drew him out towards a clearing that was less rowdy, a place where we could see the moon clearly. The Omega was beginning to struggle with me as he sensed that something was off.

I pinned him down on the ground with my claws and slit the side of his arm. “I seek entry to the moon goddess! I pay with the power of he that belongs to me.” I yelled and looked up to the moon.

The young lad’s hand slackened in mine as his power flowed out of him, and then suddenly the moon became far brighter than it was.

“What is that which you seek?” A voice like a lover's caress whispered around me. 

“Do you wish to buy the love of a female?Do you want to bind her to you so that she would love you forever, though she would not be your mate?” The voice whispered again, and unwittingly, the image of Eva in all her beauty came to my mind.

The feel of her soft lips against mine. Eva was shy, yet demanding, innocent and yet erotic. Her arms as she held me close, making me want more – but then she had never allowed me to cross the line, always saying she was keeping herself for the night of our mating ceremony, when she was truly mine.

I noticed that the moon had begun to fade to its original shade, and I snapped out of my stupidity. “The scent!” I shouted to the fading moon. “I want the scent of the leader of the warriors who attacked my pack.” I shouted again.

“It is granted to you.” I heard the same soft voice whisper, only it sounded very faint now. I waited until the strong scent of a male Werewolf, an Alpha filled my lungs before I let go of the whimpering Omega. I had sacrificed his wolf to the moon goddess. He was going to be without a wolf now, just like a certain female I know – a female I wanted so badly to fvck at the moment. 

I turned my back on the battle as I followed the scent of my enemy – at least, this was the enemy that mattered. I half wondered why the scent was so familiar, and perhaps if I had paid more attention to the scent, the next few minutes of my life would have made more sense.

An enemy jumped at me with his claws bared, screaming as he fought with me. He was a beta, and fighting him off was not very easy, until finally I ripped him apart. Maybe it was sheer boredom, or maybe I was simply happy that I now had the scent of my enemy, but I bent down to inspect the body, that was when I saw the T-shirt he wore underneath his black cloak. It had the Bahki emblem.

"Oh my goodness!! He was from Eva’s pack!!" I exclaimed. Someone in Eva’s pack, probably her father, had masterminded an attack against what my pack. Whoever that person was, he was going to pay with his head in a spike – and it was probably Eva’s father but I didn't care to know.

The perverse side of me wanted to see her in pain, watch her cry as she watched me kill her father. Perhaps then, she would let me go all the way. Maybe then, she would understand the power I had over her. She would be completely at my mercy then.

Maybe then, I’d  take over her entire pack, make her my slave, keep her chained to my bed and take my frustrations out on her flesh anytime my Father Alpha Ambrose annoyed me.

Eva was going to regret the day her father messed with me and my father, I would make sure of it. I vowed to make Eva's father pay.