Bound by The Lycan Beast King

Chapter8

Eric’s POV

“Aaaahhh!”

Alyssa’s tearful scream tore my night in half again.

It’s been the same nightmare since Freya left. A whole week, and she still torments my true mate.

I rushed to Alyssa’s side and gathered her in my arms. “It’s okay, dear. It’s just a nightmare.” I comforted her.

But I could still hear her whimpering, still feel her trembling.

“It’s her again… that wench. She can’t stand to see me happy, or at peace,” she cried, and I felt helpless all over again.

Freya has been appearing in her dreams, chasing her around Moonhowl Pack, threatening to destroy every seed her womb carries.

“Shh… it’s fine. She can’t lay a finger on you. That, I promise,” I reassured her, gently caressing her back while she leaned into me.

I couldn’t stand the sight of my fated mate, the only she-wolf who brings me peace, falling apart like this. Freya wouldn't be able to handle the consequences of all these.

Freya must be dealt with. And that’s a promise.

I patted and held her until she finally fell asleep again, but my night was ruined. There was no way I could sleep after that.

I rolled out of bed and walked to the balcony, a lit cigar between my lips.

“Freya, you evil wench,” I muttered under my breath. “I regret ever setting eyes on you. I curse the union that ever existed between us.”

She didn’t even beat the accusations in the first place. She never respected me as her Alpha. She was rude without limits, yet somehow acted humble in front of the elders. I can't believe I brought myself to have feelings for her.

“That sly witch,” I mumbled angrily.

She didn’t even bother to hide her promiscuity. She jumped into another man’s arms without hesitation, right in front of me.

Not once, but twice, rubbing herself all over Lord Zaynx. He’ll regret it if he falls for her seduction. I bet she wouldn't last a month in his pack before being thrown out, she doesn't deserve a home.

“I’m certain she didn’t spend that one year alone,” I scoffed, puffing out smoke. “Who knows how many wolves she opened her legs to while I was gone.”

How could someone so unfaithful be so jealous to the point of killing an unborn pup?

The thought still makes my head turn.

I’m the Alpha of Moonhowl. By the laws that govern us, I have every right to take as many mistresses as I choose. She should have known that from the start.

I spent the rest of the night doing what I’ve done for the past seven days; cursing Freya and beating myself up for falling into her and her father’s trap.

I don’t know how long I dozed off before I was jolted awake by the sound of glass shattering and metal crashing against the wall.

I rushed back into the room and froze at the sight.

Alyssa’s condition was getting worse by the hour.

The whole room was a mess. The bedsheets were on the floor. A teacup lay shattered, jasmine tea staining the tiles. Decorations were toppled, and Alyssa was gone.

Her mental state had been crumbling ever since we lost our pup.

I stood there in shock when a shrill cry cut through the air, followed by whimpering outside the room.

Something was happening again, something I didn’t understand.

Alyssa had snapped.

I didn’t care about anything else as I ran out of the room. I just needed to find her. I prayed she wouldn’t hurt herself.

I found her charging at her handmaids. They were on their knees, begging and pleading for mercy for a crime I hadn’t even processed yet.

“How dare you? HOW DARE YOU serve me tea at that temperature? Were you sent by Freya? Are you one of her little bugs planted around me?” she screamed, stomping and kicking at them.

I couldn’t move. My Alyssa, my sweet, gentle Alyssa, was becoming someone else because of Freya. My little angel was breaking.

Tears stung my eyes, and before I could stop them, one slipped out.

“Alyssa,” I called softly.

It was the first time I’d addressed her by her first name since she won my heart.

She kept stomping until she heard my voice and saw me standing there.

She froze, shaken at first, then her face crumpled like a child missing her mother. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Ee…” she sobbed and ran into my arms.

“What have I done? I don’t know what came over me, I—” she shrieked, crying into my chest as tears flooded her eyes.

“Shh… it’s not your fault, dear. I’m sorry I wasn’t beside you when you woke. I’m sorry you’re going through this because of me. I’m sorry for everything,” I whispered, trying to calm her.

“This isn’t me,” she murmured between sobs.

I could feel her pain; the grief of a mother losing her pup, the terror of being destroyed by another she-wolf, the fear of being seen as a threat to the Alpha.

I cupped her face in my palms and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I know you. Even if no one believes you, I do. You’re the sweetest and kindest wolf I’ve ever met. Alyssa… you’re not just anyone. You’re my fate.”

That seemed to soothe her.

I lifted her into my arms and carried her back to our room.

We sat in silence, the only sound coming from birds outside. Her tears had stopped, and she looked like she might fall asleep again.

“This is all Freya’s doing,” Alyssa said quietly, though unease trembled in her voice. “I keep hearing her voice in my head, telling me to do things I don’t want to. I don’t know how, but I think Freya is a witch, and she’s possessed me with some kind of charm. I can’t be sane if she’s still alive. The only cure is seeing her dead.”

Why didn’t I think of that sooner? She was never a normal wolf.

“I don’t care what it takes,” I growled, my jaw tightening. “I’ll bring Freya back to Moonhowl in chains and give you the pleasure of watching her beheaded.”