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Alpha King Wulfgar.
In all the regions of Akkadian empire, I am known as Wulfgar, the alpha of Fourfangs. I got the name Fourfangs after I left a thousand men without fingers in a war of three years ago. You would think fangs, it should be teeth, right? No, for werewolves our claws are as fangs, they are paralyzing to our preys, they sink deeper, and without it, is one even a wolf? I am a wolf of dark origin. A wolf brought to life by a wolf father and a sorcerer mother who played in the art of darkness that birthed the dim in me.
During her pregnancy, my mother became interested in the scopes of nature. This led to her finding things that one should never meddle in, spells one should never utter. And one day, while she was making research, she came across the history of an ancient wolf that was written in our mythology. A wolf that the moon goddess sent out of the heavens for its intense powers, it is called the Ornyo—a wolf with a dark spirit whose powers feared the moon goddess herself because it was not of her creation, it was the opposite of light.
The Ornyo is one who doesn’t confound to the laws of werewolves. It is a wolf that doesn’t believe in mates, a wolf that doesn’t draw strength from the full moon—the full moon has nothing on it. It doesn’t worship or bow to the moon goddess. It is the moon god. An Ornyo is a god of its own kind and the moon goddess cannot control it’s will. To cut the story short, according to the facts that have been passed down to me, my mother’s obsessive research and spells did something which lured the Ornyo, the wolf of dark origin to inhabit himself into me, her unborn child.
One on hand, I have a wolf of dark origins, a mood god and on the second, I have a wolf sent by the moon goddess, light—both inhabiting a place inside my body. Ornyo hates mates, he only wants power and to amass great strength but as the moon goddess has willed it, I am still fated to have a mate. Each year of the King’s choosing, I have turned away from picking any female, I don’t care for an heir, or someone to rule alongside with me.
I guess you can say Ornyo has rubbed off on me, we are amalgamated as one and due to the fact that I grew up without my parents, forced to lead an empire, one strong as Akkadian…that does something to you at a young age and Ornyo has been my strength in those moments.
I stood on his strength. Not just his mental strength but his physical strength. Why do you think I am so feared? Those who have witnessed me in battle can confess to the way my muscles are infused with dark energy when I turn, allowing me to tear through flesh, bone, and overpower foes many times my size or weight.
I am a wolf who can manipulate shadows to my advantage. It can meld with the darkness, becoming nearly invisible to the naked eye, like tendrils of shadow to ensnare. My bite has the ability to limit a wolf from regenerating, my teeth, claws are laced with poison whose Why? It’s because I am one of my kind. These are the basic things of my ability that people are aware of, they don’t know the deeper things yet.
And it seems I didn’t know to. I thought Ornyo has completely defeated any desire for a mate, I didn’t think my other wolf, Eden, the wolf of the moon goddess still had a voice.
Mate.
Mate.
Because why…why is it that the moment I lift the veil off her hair, not choosing to spare her a glance is when I felt it.
I felt the bond, a connection that shouldn’t even be alive. I stop in my steps, looking back at he rand wondering whose fate is strong enough to be attached to mine, a king born of complexities and dysfunction. It is a girl with lithe features, a vision of delicate beauty that spoke of grace and femininity. High cheekbones, a delicate nose that sat perfectly between her almond-shaped eyes.
Those eyes, like pools of azure, they draw me in like a magnetic force. Her lips, full and rose-pink, curved in a flat line, what could she be looking at? My tattoos, is she afraid that I have chosen her?
“NO!” she yells and there is a twitch on my lips when I hear that.
Her hair cascades in dark waves, catching the light and shimmering like spun silk as she stands on her feet.
“I don’t…I don’t want to be your queen.” She says and I am amused, no one has ever told me ‘no’ before. I have never heard it.
“Did I ask you to speak!?” I yell, my voice booms like the asunder of thunder and everyone whimpers. I can see that she is shaking, it is obvious that she is afraid of me. There is not a woman on this earth who is not afraid to stand before me.
“I don’t…I don’t need your permission to speak. Why would I marry a mon—” She says, hesitating at first and I squeeze my fist in anger. I know what she is about to say. She is about to utter the words that everyone has said about me and if there is one thing I suck at—it would be holding my anger.
“Why would I marry a monster like you!?” She seethes, and her chest heaves in fear of what her so called confidence would do to her. Eden, my wolf from the moon goddess is somehow resisting Ornyo and pushing forward the desire of meeting my mate. I cannot control the bond I feel, it feels like I am being pulled towards her and at the same time, I am angry that she called me a monster.
I know I am. I don’t need anyone to tell me. Just who is she to be strong enough to wake Eden from his sleep and cause him to tether Ornyo, the one who is the predominant wolf? I grab her like she is nothing but paper, baring his teeth onto her chest. As I bare my mark, the scent of vanilla lessens my irises and my eyes take the form of yellow, a sign of claim and recognition of wolf.
In a state of aghast, she places a hand on her chest, unwilling to believe what I just did. She takes a step back, teary eyes looking at me but for me, there is nothing of remorse in my eyes for my actions. I sense her nerves; they are unsteady and it is not just from fear or nerves. The impact of my bite must have been powerful due to the laxity of poison on my teeth. I move froward to reach her because I know she is going to faint; she is getting dizzy.
“No!”
“No!”
She yells, landing slaps across my cheek but it barely stops me. It feels like a butterfly landed on my cheek. Just in time, I catch her before she falls to the ground and she weeps weakly in my arms, pushing at my chest and baring her claws into my hands. It pricks blood, the impact of her anger while she is fighting the faint and staring at her like I took the essence of life from her hands. Does she hate me that much? Is the origin of my birth such a curse that she would hate me for it?
“You mon…monster.”
“You should die. You monster.” She utters before falling into complete sleep and I pick her up, walking out of the hall. What is this? I don’t want a mate but Eden forced me to mark her? Why do I have to mark someone who hates the essence of knowing me?
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