Mated to the cursed lycan

4

Ashton McLean

Seated cross-legged with a glass of wine in hand, I, Ashton McLean, Alpha of the Black Lycan clan, exuded an air of dangerous charm.

Known for my ruthless actions and business-minded approach, I had made our pack the most feared among many, commanding both respect and fear from those around me.

As I savored the rich aroma of the wine, there came a knock on the door, followed by the entrance of a huge, topless man with a chest full of bulging abs. It was Beta Sean, bowing respectfully as he entered.

“Alpha,” he addressed me, his voice reverent.

“What’s the matter?” I inquired without looking away from my wine glass, my demeanor calm but alert.

“News has reached us that the Blue Moon pack has been besieged and taken over by rogues,” Beta Sean informed me, his tone grave.

“And what has that got to do with me?” I asked, squinting my eyes slightly as I focused on his words.

“A few days ago, they sent a letter to us requesting an alliance with our pack,” he explained.

“Why would I ally with a pack who isn’t strong enough to guard themselves against rogues? What do I gain from such an alliance?” I placed down my wine glass, fixing my gaze on my beta, awaiting his reply.

“Friendship,” beta Sean answered.

My brow raised in surprise, I stared at my beta, Sean. After a moment, a small smirk played on my lips.

"And why would you think I would form an alliance for friendship?" I asked, amusement lacing my voice.

Sean's explanation was logical, but it didn't sway me. Every pack, even if not directly benefiting each other, still formed alliances for the sake of peace. But for me, alliances were about power and advantage, not camaraderie.

Saying nothing more, I rose from my seat and strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the bustling streets below.

My pack had been built on my strength alone, without relying on the goodwill of others. When our pack had faced ruin, those we had allied with had turned against us, leaving us vulnerable. It was only through my decisive actions that we survived. So, if another pack wanted to form an alliance with me, they needed to prove their worth.

"Is there anything else?" I asked, turning to face Sean, my hands casually tucked into my pants.

Sean hesitated before delivering the news about the physician. "The physician is back and requires an audience," Beta Sean reported, his voice noticeably lower.

At the mention of the physician, my eyes grew cold, and my muscles tensed up in my shirt.

"I'm busy. Tell him that when I'm available, I'll see him personally," I replied curtly, my tone betraying my frustration.

Hesitating briefly, Beta Sean opened his mouth to speak, but the words seemed to stick in his throat. "I'll pass on the message then," he said finally, before exiting the office.

As Sean left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Despite my tough exterior, I cared deeply for my pack and their well-being. But duty and responsibility often clashed with my desire for solitude and control.

Walking to a small drawer in my desk, I pulled it open and withdrew a letter bearing the seal of the Blue Moon's pack. The sight of Eva Grey's signature brought forth a flood of memories and conflicting emotions. Eva represented a past I had tried to forget, yet her presence in my thoughts refused to be ignored.

Opening the letter, I read aloud its content: “Greetings to the Lycan Alpha, I’m Eva Grey, Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack.

I’m writing in hopes to get an audience with the Lycan Alpha, in order to talk about a possible alliance between our packs.

Yours sincerely,

Eva Grey”

“Beta Sean,” I called through the mind link, “find out everything you can about the Blue Moon pack, especially focusing on their alpha, Eva Grey.”

“Right away, Alpha,” Sean responded promptly.

After giving the letter one last look, I returned it to its place, my expression turning cold and impassive as I left the office.

Walking just a few steps, my eyes flashed red, and my nails elongated. My heart pounded in my chest, and my body trembled. Rushing back to my desk, I began rifling through the drawers, but found nothing of use.

“I need the physician as quickly as possible, and seal off the office grounds,” I barked into the mind link, fury simmering under my skin.

In seconds, the office door swung open, and a petite man in a white lab coat entered, followed closely by Sean.

“Try to hold him down,” the physician ordered Sean, opening his briefcase.

With precision, he removed a large syringe and approached a struggling Sean, who was trying to restrain a half-transformed Ashton.

As my growls filled the room, I felt hair springing out of my arms, and my muscles were growing big, slowly ripping my clothes.

"Hurry up, Tim!" Sean shouted, his voice filled with urgency as he struggled to hold me.

“I’m on it,” Tim replied, rushing towards me and jabbing five needles into my neck. Standing back, he watched, waiting for a reaction.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, and I stopped struggling, my eyes shutting closed and my breathing steadying. Gradually, my form returned to normal.

“Since I was gone, was there any relapse?” Tim inquired, putting away the syringes.

“Not at all,” Sean replied, sounding exasperated.

"Hmm," Tim hummed warily. "Do you think there was some kind of trigger?"

"I don’t think so," I heard Sean answering.

“Allow him to lie properly, and please tell him to come and see me when he regains consciousness,” Tim instructed before walking out of the room.

Carefully dragging my limp body, Sean placed me on the bed in the adjacent room. And I heard how he couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

From a young age, I had suffered from a rare disease. Whenever there was a relapse, I would lose my mind and shift into my lycan form, attacking and destroying everything in my wake. Despite trying different medications, nothing seemed to work. It was as if I had become a walking medicine cauldron.

In my unconscious state, I heard Sean's distant voice.

“Wha? A dead body lying at the side of the border?” Sean asked out loud as if he had heard something through the mind-link.

“Hold still and on guard, I’ll be there.” With that he dashed out, leaving me in my serene state.