All Chapters of My Alpha, My Demise: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jude’s POV Prophecies…. I fucking hate them. A single damn Prophecy ruined my alpha coronation when I was eighteen years old, and turned my already stone cold heart into a heart sculptured statue made of ice. Prophecies. What are they? You may ask. Where do they come from? Who may speak them? and do they always come true? You may wonder. Prophecies are predictions about the future. Near future or far? It’s not clear. It can be either. They are not always precise and fully understandable. Sometimes they never make sense even. They come from the moon goddess. The one who knows it all, but loves to drop down a handful of unsolvable mysteries upon her people whenever she’s probably bored and looking for some fun pass time, just to mess with us down here. She has a special bond or connection to only one supernatural species, the warlocks. Warlocks are the only ones who the moon goddess talks to when she wants to deliver a new Prophecy. They are not as common as you may think.

Davina’s POV“Rise and shine, my little violet eyed werewolf”A soft voice whispers in my ear.I open my eyes slowly, my head was ringing loudly, and my mouth was dry.I was lying on a very hard rough surface.I slowly push myself up into a sitting position. A jiggling sound draws my attention, and I notice that my hands and feet were bound with silver shackles. The middle of my long hand shackles was secured through a hook pinned on the wall behind me.I hissed as the sudden surge of pain started to register within me.The silver was burning my wrists. As my ankles were covered with my long tights, they weren’t able to burn me there.I looked up and studied my surroundings.I was in a large dim cell.The same man I saw before I passed out was standing in front of me. Gazing down at me with amusement.Next to him, stood a short young woman with black braided hair. She was also giving

Jude’s POVEven after staying half an hour under a nearly boiling water didn’t calm down my nerves, I gave up on it and got out.I had so much on my mind. So many obstacles in my way. I was still searching for a new warlock to join my pack after Anastasia’s unfortunate loss. But it was proving to be a nearly impossible task. Before Anastasia’s death, she gave some locations she believed some warlocks were hiding in, but every single one of them turned out to be a dead end.I couldn’t help but feel like things will soon get out of my control and my violet eyed mate will decide to choose this time to come out of her hiding place, now that I’m one warlock short.Because when has fate ever stopped being ironic?If another pack gets their hands on her, she will side with them, she will become their ultimate weapon and I; along with my whole pack, will be facing our doom. Just like that fucking prophecy said.I

Davina’s POV Half an hour passes as Rowena and I sulk at different things. I’m sulking over the loss of my mom; whom I still can’t believe was killed right in front of me as I sat helpless and watched, and I’m sulking over the twin sister I left behind. I left her in that cell all alone, with a shallow promise from alpha evil who refused to give me his name that he will not harm her as long as I do my part and kill whoever he wants. My last words to her before I was dragged out of that cell, driven away blindfolded, and dropped just outside the border of this town, played in my head: “I will save you Irena. I will do whatever it takes I promise” I whispered to her emotionally. She looked at me with such anguish, it broke my already broken heart into more sharp pieces. “I know you will Davina. I love you no matter what happens” she said sadly. It almost felt like she didn’t believe I will be capable of saving her, that I will fail and s

Jude’s POV Getting poisoned fucking hurt. More than anything I have ever felt in my life. I was paralyzed in my own body screaming in my own head for what felt like weeks. I only knew pain and saw one thing on repeat. My mate stabbing me with a syringe and injecting me with never ending agony. I hated her with every fiber of my being. Even now more than ever. I wanted her dead before I met her, but now that I actually met her, I kept vowing to myself during my searing agony that I will do anything but that. Death will be a mercy compared to what I had in mind. Plotting her excruciating, unending torment, imagining her screaming, begging me for some relief, for some mercy, is what kept me fighting through that hell that I was trapped in. She is going to pay for this unimaginable pain that she caused, that I’ve been going through, a hundred folds. I finally will my eyes open slowly. No trace of pain left in my system anymore. I felt like I was reborn again. Taking a huge deep b