The Rogue Alpha King

CH 1 - No mercy

Chapter One

Alvaro's Point Of View

"To be quite honest with you I have absolutely no feelings for you whatsoever. Do not expect any love from me nor any chance of me developing actual feelings for you. Taking all I've said into account, would you marry me?"

The words left my mouth in an honestly somewhat bored and annoyed manner but that was probably because I really was bored, so no one could really fault me for that. Eyes wide as saucers, mouth slightly agape, chest frozen still as if holding in her breath. That was pretty much all I could get from her.

I observed her for a second longer but had no patience to wait for her response and no interest in repeating myself, so I mumbled a never mind and started to turn around with the intention of leaving the room.

Her hand was cold as her nails slightly clawed into my flesh, grabbing my forearm to keep me in the room with her.

"I'll do it alpha, I will marry you."

Her high pitched voice rang out with glee as she threw herself at me.

"You made the right decision alpha, you'll never regret it."

She rushed out the words as she awkwardly removed herself from me. The awkward silence was slowly becoming overwhelming so I excused myself and left the room.

I know what you are probably thinking. I am rude and irrational for proposing marriage like that and then being dismissive of my new fiancée. But it is just how I am and I won't be changing anytime soon. You might be wondering why I would even propose marriage to her when I am clearly not interested, but it is simple. My wolf needs a mate.

I shut my office door and welcomed the much appreciated silence. My hands made slow circular movements along my temples as I tried to relax myself. My chest felt tight and constricted beyond measure. I could feel my wolf struggling to remain calm. He was angry. He is always angry. A tormented raging animal, that is what he was, and keeping him in control was getting harder and harder each day.

My demons were haunting me and he was the commander in chief. Ever since my first shift I had been fighting, fighting him, fighting the world, trying to tame him and be in control. Sometimes I failed to control him and those times were no way to make a good impression.

"Greetings Alpha Creed, beta Felicia told me to wait here for you. I need your help."

My head lifted up as I looked to the corner of my office to see a man patiently waiting for me. That was when I remembered that Felicia had scheduled a meeting with me and some beta from another pack.

He spoke with respect and a slight c***k in his voice. I could not help but notice the undeniable uneasiness in his body language. His feet were positioned in the direction of the door as if he subconsciously felt the need to be ready to bolt out at any instance.

"Frankly speaking, you do not look like someone who actually wants to be here, let alone ask for my help. Do not waste my time. Go straight to the point. What is the issue, why come here, what kind of help do you need and exactly why do you think I would actually help you?"

His lips were frozen still and no words left his mouth, as if he was trying to pick them very carefully.

*Bang.*

His head snapped up and startled eyes hit mine for a brief second, an involuntary response to me slamming my hand on the mahogany table.

"You take a seat, breathe and make precise statements or you leave my presence at once. That is how this will work."

I took in a deep calming breath. The words came out in a somewhat harsh, matter of fact tone but I couldn't be bothered to care any less. He sat with great urgency and proceeded to speak.

"He r***d my mate. He abuses the pack members. It is modern day s*****y, your majesty, purely petrifying. Alpha Joshua has been ruling the pack with absolute hate and malice. All kids nine and up have been forced into child labour. The omegas are beaten, abused and violated by him and his followers. The only reas..."

My hand was instantly up to cut him off mid-sentence. Slowly I rose from my chair. I could feel his heartbeat pulsating with great speed as his chest harshly moved up and down. It was no shock that he feared me. They all somewhat feared me and I didn't blame them. I feared myself too sometimes, not really myself, more like what I was capable of.

"Repeat that but slower this time. Start at the part about the children and then the omegas."

I calmly forced the words out as I walked to my mini fridge to grab a water bottle. I could feel the slight pain in my head but I ignored it as usual. Giving in to my inner beast would be catastrophic so I held him at bay and tried to remain in control.

"Well, your majesty, the alpha has forced all pups over nine into child labour. He and his followers mistreat and violate the omegas."

I listened carefully, waited until he was done and took a long gulp of water to bring myself some sense of calm. I couldn't help but question his account. Why was he only seeking help now? Why had he let his pack members suffer through all of this? What was his involvement and exactly how had his mate been violated with him being beta? The questions were flowing out of me in waves.

"Speak."

I said it in a moment of fury.

"The only reason I am even beta is because of my blood. I just took over after my father who was unfortunately just as bad as the alpha. I was unaware of how bad things were until I found my mate."

He paused for a moment, his shoulders slumping down with the weight of his shame.

"I was ignorant of how dire the situation truly was. My mate opened my eyes and showed me the truth for she too is an omega, which means she has first hand experience with the abuse and cruelty. I couldn't protect her. I couldn't protect my pack. I want to try but I know if I go at it alone I will lose and perish. I am basically just asking for a little backup."

He paused only a second before continuing.

"With all due respect, your majesty, I don't know about you but I personally cannot live with myself if I do not do anything to help. The kids do gruesome and intensive manual labour, some are forced to train as warriors and die in training due to a number of reasons, one of them being starvation. The sacred bonds between mates are broken on a daily basis as women are abused and violated as if they are worthless creatures."

The words coming out of his lips were fuelled with rage, disgust and shame.

I looked into his eyes. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How the hell was I supposed to rein in my beast when I was already an overwhelming magnitude of rage myself. I could feel it continuously burning through my calm demeanour.

"I heard you. I have listened to what you had to say. So what exactly is your plan?"

He seemed to be deep in thought, slowly taking in my words, but I didn't give him a chance.

"Get out. Get the hell out."

I said it calmly but he didn't listen and tried to open his mouth to voice something.

"I said get the hell out of my sight. I will not repeat myself again."

He was out of my face the exact moment the words left my mouth. The utter terror on his face fuelled my wolf's hunger. Unlike most werewolves who experience their first shift at fifteen years of age, I shifted on the very same day that I was born.

My wolf. He is a sore subject and an instrument of destruction and I wasn't willing to stop him. He wanted blood and so did I. Bringing pain and terror upon all enemies, that was the goal. Blood and death was what could and would soothe the anger burning within me.

The moon goddess gave me a bloodthirsty beast for a wolf. Years of being trapped with a raging beast does something to a person. It changes you, corrupts your soul and diminishes your humanity. At least that is what happened to me, for I am more beast than man.

Mercy be damned. None shall be given.