The Rogue Alpha King

chapter four - Blackout

Alpha Creed's point of view.

I hurriedly stood up and froze in my spot…why was I looking to talk to her? What was I going to say to her and exactly why bring her into the messed up reality that is my life. Am I that cruel, that I’d approach a defenseless and innocent human for no reason and risk exposing her to how toxic things can get around me? No was the answer and that was enough to keep me in line and in check.

I sat back down and quietly enjoyed my meal as I tried to get the scent off of my mind.

A lot of random thoughts kept standing in and out of my mind. At some point, it was getting hard to differentiate between my imagination, my past life and my reality. The thoughts of the night before haunted me as I remembered what I had done to that alpha who ripped his heart out right in front of his mate. How could I be so cruel? How could I do that to someone who was just as much of a victim as everyone else? How could I cause such pain and anguish in a woman's life when all she did wrong was being mated to the wrong person and even then it’s not in any way her fault. Being mated to that man wasn’t even her choice yet my action will haunt and taunt her for the rest of her life that of course is if she doesn't reach the point of committing suicide. She could even get to the point of insanity and just go crazy with rage pain and anguish pain of loss the torture of watching he other half's demise.

Deep breath in… At this point there was nothing I could do and the best dinner could do for myself as teachers try to move on and not think about it as much and that is what I was going to do. I could feel the queues at the age he was slowly losing control being more reckless more cruel more animalistic and more torturous. He could sense that the time was going by and still we were without a mate. His need or want to have a mate was so strong and so is mine. I unfortunately still wasn’t willing to submit myself to a woman. I wasn’t willing to let myself love or experience so called love . If I were to be honest with myself about my feelings I was beyond scared to love, the whole loving and being vulnerable thing just scared me to some degree.

I could feel eyes looking at me and whispers in the ear insert so do you want to cross the town might do my own business looking for a place to sleep and hopefully phone. My eyes met with a dingy looking motel but beggars couldn’t exactly be choosers at this point , I decided to just swallow my pride and step into the otherwise questionable establishment. Greetings, can I please have the keys to your finest room? I like to check in right now and I’m going to stay for a night or two. The old lady at the front desk laid her eyes on me , slowly looking me up and down pausing on my eyes.

and then throws a fit she sat in the back and listen eyes wide open mouth slightly again, presidents day will win what decrease is tightest wild bees and suddenly felt cold stop state field is it all the blood just rust too hot and Tom started it I could feel it beating I could feel it beating beating …. Beating…. And pulsating loudly over and over again. she was scared downright fearful of me or her ideal of me and I hadn’t done anything…well I haven’t done anything aside from being myself . Her eyes looked at me as if she was replaying all the rumors she heard about me in her head of replaying all her nightmares that involved me. Her pale face was enough for me to try and attempt a calm smile to at least try to show her that I had indeed arrived in peace .

She moved In slow calculated movements. She was trying her humble best to keep herself calm and not do anything to **** me off or rail me up I could just tell. The shakey quakey movement of a hand caught my attention as she trembled to just give me my room key. Her mouth opened and closed yet no words came out so tired I best to just smile it off and thank her . The faster I could get away from her face the best things were going to be for the both of us. You are probably wondering how humans would grow aware of my status or who I was. That is simple. Kronos had grown quite violent over the years and I found myself wandering into this small human town more often than not .

Every creature on earth can just tell that something was off about me ,that I had a tragic or troubled past. My presence could be quite overwhelming and intimidating to be honest even other alpha could sense it and get overwhelmed. Intimidating aura and all that stuff. While we are on the reasons why humans find me to be a frightening or intimidating sight…well it might have something to do with the amount of bar fights that I’ve been starting ever since I discovered this place years ago. There were some gangs trying to take over the place and trying to claim territory and I knew how dangerous territory related gang wars could get . I couldn’t mind my business and somehow I ended up just killing members of both gangs for the sake of peace and to satisfy my boredom.

The whole gang thing was annoying and them constantly trying to intimidate me was rilling me up and getting on my last nerves . It was more like an oopsie. I squashed the annoying bug, nothing too hectic but that's not how locals saw it . They never really got over it, something about me being a crude animal , rude with no heart and having no mercy but no one seemed to press charges or go to the authorities. I knew that they were all just glad the gang war was over and even if the police were to be notified ,they too feared me and what they thought I stood for…I did do some good for the town though that's a story for another day. There is also the aspect of how temperamental my wolf and I could get or how I am always wearing long sleeved clothing with black ink from tattoos just ever so delicately poking out to show that inkling of drawings that laid decoratively on my skin. A in all I appeared unapproachable with the whole mysterious but dangerous gang leader type of vibe going for me.

Upon reaching my room I instantly recognized it…it was my regular room and the woman downstairs had recognized me indeed. For the last few years I had just found myself always getting this motel room no matter who was Manning the desk down stairs. I decided to call Felicia as soon as I took a seat to inform her of my whereabouts. At this point this was normal, me getting in a daze , wandering off to only God knows where and then calling her to send a vehicle to retrieve me. It was routine to say nonetheless ,we even made jokes about it and made bets on which place I was most likely to randomly end up next. A smile lingered on my face as she kept rejoicing about how she won the bet this time since I had arrived into this human town once more.

“You know your bride has been asking about you . Honestly, I don't even know why you picked her out of all people like seriously dude. I'm sure if you were more patient you would have met the one,” her voice was full of playfulness but I could tell that she was really serious about the whole thing. I was her alpha yet she felt comfortable enough to call me dude and joke around with me. I knew years ago that I had found a good friend in her and chose not to dim that down or not acknowledge it. I listened to her some more as she rambled on and on about how I could still find love and be mated . She would constantly make reference to how I wasn’t too hard to look at and was somewhat tolerable to hang out with so some poor Saint of a woman was out there for me …it was her way of caring and I appreciated it as well as how serious she wasn’t about the whole thing.

We exchanged more pleasantries as I chuckled softly at some joke she made and hung up the phone. I couldn’t help but wonder if I should call my betrothed but ended up against it. A pang of guilt struck me for a second as I wondered if I was being fair to her… Garnett was honestly beautiful and beyond understanding. She had made it obvious that she loved me ever since I saved her from a bunch of red eyed rogues some years back but that’s a long story. A lot of things were long stories when it came to me so nothing was new there. Since I couldn’t sleep I saw no harm in me going out to the club around the corner for a drink and maybe to start some trouble like last time.

I was now feeling very better and slowly recovering from the blackout. Sometimes waking up after a blackout limited my memories and restricted the amount of details or information I could recall. I walked into the small bathroom just to wash off a bit and just to clean up. At this point I could remember buying off this room , honestly should have just gotten an apartment or bought myself a small house but alas a motel room would have to do .I took a short but very needed shower and decided to get dressed in some of the clothes that I had kept in my closet the last time that I was here.

It now all made sense why people kept staring and giving me scared and horrified looks. The clothes I was previously wearing were not as clean as I’d like to think there were. They were honestly a bit scratched up and torn up with some traces of blood here and there but at this point that was nothing new to me. I had looked worse even though the police in the town just steered clear of me and stood out of my way. I couldn't help but wonder what they thought of me this time. Last time I heard rumors that I am some troublesome gang leader who sells and transports weapons and illegal substances. I have even heard that I might be involved in some human trafficking but Oh well …who has time to keep up with all the rumours these days.

The dark all black room honestly fit my style, seemed well kept and too nice to be a motel room ,that was all probably all thanks to the designer o hired to make the place more me years back.

My hand laid on the cold cheap door knob and froze in place. I couldn’t help but hold my breath…I couldn’t help but feel watched and some weird sense of déjà vu . The eye’s…the captivating emerald green eyes were looking at me once more and captured all of my train of thought.