The Rogue Alpha King

CH. 2 - insubordination

Chapter Two

Alpha Creed's Point Of View

Felicia! Felicia!

I shouted for my beta through the pack mind link. I could tell that the entire pack could hear me roar with fury. My chest heaved up and down as it always did when I was struggling to catch my breath and control the beast that had been triggered within me. There was just something about people or wolves who abused their position of power that made my blood boil. I couldn't differentiate between my anger and his anger. It all just seemed to merge and become one.

Fury.

Felicia came through the office door ready for action. She had been my beta since I claimed the alpha position so she knew me well. She could tell when I was angry, furious and bloodthirsty. She could smell the stench of upcoming war radiating off of me. She knew what I wanted to say. She could just tell by the look in my eyes that I was ready for it. She exited the office with a simple nod at the unspoken agreement between us.

At this point it was all standard procedure for us to go back into battle. I was very sure that beta Ramsey had already filled her in on what was going on in his pack and knowing her she would not stand for such insubordination and such despicable behaviour. I took a sip out of my water bottle but deep down I knew that I needed something a little stronger. It wasn't that alcohol would make me drunk, no it wasn't that. I just didn't want to give in to alcohol as a way to calm myself down and tame my wolf since I would end up relying on it, given how unstable my wolf, or should I say my beast, could be.

"Are you going to let me take control? Are you finally going to let me have at him? I'm tired of being chained up and caged inside this vessel you call your human form. I know we have been having a lot of issues and getting into a lot of trouble lately and it is probably my fault that you no longer trust me, but please let me free. Just trust me this one time. It will not be a full moon and I will not harm anyone else except for those who deserve to be torn into pieces."

My wolf communicated with me through the pack mind link, pleading with me to let him out so he could take care of business.

My relationship with my wolf is honestly very complicated. We have been bonded since before I was even born and he has practically raised me. My wolf is all that I have ever known and the wisest of them all. Even me being the rogue alpha king today is all because of him. Alpha Alvaro Tyson Creed, king of the rogues.

The reason they call me the rogue king is because I am a rogue and will always appear rogue regardless of having a pack. Yes I am king and yes I have a pack but I will forever be marked as a rogue because unlike anyone else I am a lycanthrope. There are only two of my kind in existence.

One thing about my wolf. He was the first werewolf in creation, crafted by the moon goddess herself. He is a tortured and tormented soul haunted by all of the past lives he has lived without a mate. I understand that most might not be familiar with his story, with lycanthropes and werewolves in general, but I shall fill you in.

Every werewolf has been created with someone else in mind. All werewolves have something called a soul mate. In human terms a mate is somebody that you can love wholeheartedly and who can love you with all of their being. A mate is a partner, your other half, the love of your life and someone to cherish for your whole supernatural existence. A mate is the yin to your yang, your missing piece, or as the human Bible would put it, your missing rib.

Unfortunately for my ancient wolf and I, he has never been able to find his missing rib in all of his reincarnations.

The moon goddess had created other wolves after creating Kronos. That is his name. He is named after the greatest Greek Titan, Kronos, who just so happens to be the father of Zeus. The moon goddess had grown infatuated with Kronos due to him being strong and powerful, thus she had merged him with a human male that she had deeply loved. This resulted in the moon goddess becoming supremely jealous of any female that grew closer to him in any way, shape or form. She was too possessive of her first creation, which is why it is believed that she did not give him a mate. Her jealousy made Kronos fill with hatred and rage, which slowly took over his mind and drove him into a state of madness.

The moon goddess soon realised her mistake and allowed him to be reincarnated one more time in order for his soul to finally find its other half. Out of guilt and love the moon goddess gave Kronos another chance to find love and peace so that his soul would no longer be as tortured, wild and bloodthirsty.

Kronos getting a second chance at a mate meant that he was in control of finding her. It is still believed that the moon goddess did not directly create a mate just for him but instead gave him a choice mate, meaning his mate could be whoever he chose.

Kronos and I have been bound together by fate to be each other's companions. We are too similar and yet too different at the same time. He is ancient and I am modern. He is tortured, raging and quick to anger and I get enraged just at the thought of him being furious, which is just a recipe for disaster.

I was soon brought out of my deep thoughts by the sudden noise around me and I could just tell that it was time. Felicia was ready, the pack warriors were ready and off we went to leave a trail of blood and flesh as we left our rivals begging for mercy.

We were prepared to burst into that pack and rescue all of those poor souls who needed it. Omegas were said to be the weakest of all pack members but that was no reason to abuse them just because they sat at the bottom of the hierarchy. I had worked hard to make sure that everyone within and outside of my kingdom was treated fairly. Peace is what I have always strived for ever since the beginning of the rogue werewolf kingdom. Kronos has worked hard alongside me to attain peace and harmony amongst all creatures regardless of their rank, which is why I found it vital and extremely important to maintain or rebuild that peace no matter whose head had to roll.

I blacked out. That is all I remember.

My senses were filled with wolves raging, blood gushing and ear piercing screams from every direction. Claws hit the floor and the drums of war rang on as I gave orders and tore through whoever stood in my way. I could almost taste the fear in the air as my eyes finally met with my target. I could finally see the supposed alpha of the pack and hear his cries for mercy but I did not care. Guilt was all that I could smell off of him.

He might not be human but simple decency wouldn't hurt. They were all warned of my claim to power. I had long announced and warned that omegas would not be violated in their own packs without me coming for vengeance on their behalf. The alpha's pleas and cries for mercy were useless to me as I dug my claws deeper and deeper into his flesh, my wolf yearning to rip him apart.

His heart. I felt it. I held it in my hand, my claws digging into it while it was still connected to his body. I could feel it beating and beating and beating. His mouth shot wide open as he looked at me with eyes begging me to just rip it out and save him the misery. Kronos enjoyed it. I enjoyed seeing the fear in his eyes. I continued to squeeze harder, digging my claws deeper into it. The battleground was filled with silence as all stared with shock. No mercy. No mercy. Those words played over and over in my head as I held on a moment longer just to revel in what was coming. He had long confessed and what he confessed was more than what I had expected, which angered me further.

No mercy was to be given.

I ripped out his heart in one swift motion and the alpha fell to his knees. Lifeless.

I did not want to see anyone afterward. I didn't want to socialise. The burden of my own cruelty was weighing on me but I ignored it. I knew it had to be done but there was surely a better way I could have handled things. Even if I were to get my hands dirty they did not need to get this dirty, not this insane, not this cold.

I fell to my knees in a random field. I looked up at the dark night sky filled with stars so beautiful they captured my undivided attention. Wow, it was already night time. I might as well just slip into sleep.

Her mesmerizingly beautiful green orbs appeared before me, looking into my eyes as if piercing at my raw soul. I was so tired and drained I could have been half asleep or hallucinating but it felt too real, as if I was experiencing the presence of another being entirely. Such beautiful jade green eyes, just ready to be marvelled at. That was my last thought as the mysterious eyes dissolved into the complete darkness that welcomed me as I finally entered the peaceful realm of sleep.