Alpha’s POV
‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’ That’s how the saying goes, right?
I had loved and scorned not just any woman, but a Goddess. The Goddess of the Moon and all werewolves. No one would believe me, how could an old, crazy, psychopath of an Alpha be her lover?
Call it an Achilles heel - her Achilles heel. Too bad she created a mate for a soul reborn on this Earth to this mortal.
She was Helena of Troy. All great wars are started over the love of a beautiful woman. My soul mate.
She had killed my soul’s mate so I could be with her and thought I wouldn’t retaliate? Wouldn’t destroy her kingdom? I would see her empire fall. I played the long game, while everyone thought I was in the dark, holding myself up alone, a hermit not willing to be with his pack.
His pack
