Chapter 3: Ruthless

Alpha Gunner

A witch cursed me eleven years ago to lose my mate as a punishment for killing her lover. After learning that we discovered gold and oil on our land, he ambushed my pack to seize its resources. Nearly half of my pack was slain in that attack, including my father, who was the leader of the pack at that time, along with his second chance mate.

The only survivor of my family was my half-sister, who was just a pup at that time.

At first, I didn't believe the witch had hexed me. Since I was a toddler, my terrible father had consistently told me that I was a curse, a wolf of death, for taking the life of his first mate, my mother, at birth, and I grew up believing this to be true.

What father would despise his own son for something that's not his fault, nearly blind him, and send him off to battle at the age of 10, praying he doesn't return alive?"

I've seen so much on that battlefield that a child should not see. I'd even slay my first man, slashing his throat open, until taking life came nothing to me anymore.

I grew up believing my sole purpose was to take life, for I was the wolf of death, and so I made it my mission every day to kill my pack's enemies. Blood was always on my hand; I could taste my enemies. I was my father's weapon. I'd taken down a portion of his enemies with the hope that he would one day accept me as his one and only son, but he never did. He'd never forgive me for killing my mother.

The first love I experienced was my first mate, Eliza; she never saw me as a curse, nor did she believe I was the cause of my mother's death. I loved her until one day she decided to jump off a cliff, killing herself along with our one-month-old baby in her arms.

That day, my heart hardened, and I began to believe more than ever that I was the wolf of death and that perhaps the moon goddess had cursed me for taking my mother's life at birth.

After what had happened to my first mate and our pup, I fell in love again, which I thought would be impossible. She too committed suicide this time hanging herself; that's when I came to realize that it was not my curse robbing my chances at receiving love but the witches' curse as a payback for killing her mate.

Every one of my mates I'd tried to save died; even my rejection killed them. My heart hardened even more, and I reverted to the heartless person I had been before finding my first and second mate. I became so dead inside that I no longer cared about the curse claiming any more of my mates, knowing I would never love again.

My two deceased mates and child were all that mattered to me, and I won't stop searching for that witch until I avenge their deaths.

"Alpha Gunner," one of my men came from the cottage, where they had a she-wolf interrogating.

I spun around after finishing decapitating her mate.

"She claims she doesn't know anything about her brother's mate. She cut all ties with him when he chose to leave his fated mate for a human."

I walked toward the house.

"Please don't kill me," the she-wolf pleaded, trembling at the sight of me.

As I approached her, she recoiled until her back hit a wall, leaving her nowhere to retreat. I stood in front of her, searching for any signs that she might be lying.

Her lips quivered, sweat ran from her forehead down to her face, and tears flowed from her eyes.

She was telling the truth; she had no clue where the witch was but was petrified, as everyone was, of me.

"You should have been dead with your families when I attacked back your pack and took over the land," I spoke.

"Please have mercy on me; I'm pregnant," she begged again.

Enraged by the loss of my one-month-old, I immediately grabbed her head with my bare teeth, ripping it from her body.

"My 1-month-old didn't receive mercy when he was killed," I spat her head from my mouth.

"Burn the house down," I ordered my men as I was leaving.

A second later, the house exploded into flames, and we ran back to our land.

I was even more furious to find that witch, for she will pay for the ones she took from me.