Death of an Alpha

“You mean, you can kill him?” Edmond asked the lady sitting on the couch of his Alpha mansion.

“I can curse him. That curse can kill him.” Rita, an evil witch, had one goal in her life. To be the leader of her coven and for that, she had to be the strongest of them.

“What kind of a curse?” Edmond frowned.

“A werewolf dies when it doesn’t turn. It’s a slow process but it’s death at the end of the day.” She informed, smirking at him.

“You mean he can die?” Edmond’s eyes widened.

“Of course, he can. You know the plus point?” She had this evil smirk on her face constantly. “If he won’t turn, he won’t get his powers. Just like a werewolf.” She wiggled her brows at him.

“That’s so cool. Tell me what I have to do for this?” Edmond was so desperate that he forgot that this evil witch wouldn’t do anything without having an agenda behind it.

“Sacrifice. One of yours and one of theirs.” She sat back, resting her back against the couch and judging how far he was ready to go.

“I’ll do it!”