Tame The Monster

10

Standing on my balcony my eyes gazed at my pack members still roaming at this time of the night most of them being part of security while the others were maybe trying to get some things done before calling it a day.My eyes roaming over them the thought of some of those council cannon fodder still preparing to strike unaware made me amused. I had left our tracks unconcealed after my parade against the coven in order to lure out some Council Bigot but all I got was some Alpha weakling.

Irritating!!

And to think that three of my wolves fell to them made me more angry as I really wanted to journey to hell, bring them back to life and kill them in a more brutal and gruesome way. The sheer embarrassment I felt at this moment almost made me encourage the thought.

And that brought me back to one of my major issues, we have always been underestimated something that has given me sleepless nights. My plan was to lure in some of the Council Bigot which obviously failed which brings me to ‘Plan B’; which was to attack any of the big territories close to me. On the west was one of the vampire duke, to the east was one of the Supreme Alpha, a lycanthrope, Alpha of the Bourne pack. To the north was an obvious choice, a witch queen, Selena Piers. A perfect foe to test my mettle, but the crux of the issue was something that was plain and obvious my pack mates.

I had enough confidence in myself to be able to run down any of these territories by myself, but as an alpha with a pack fighting alone goes against my pride as the euphoria of charging into battles with my pack was something that I couldn’t go against. I had confidence on my upper echelons to be able to handle themselves properly against those senior witches but those at the bottom of the hierarchy had me worried. The thought of any other being slaughtering any member of my pack had my anger surging as every wolf in my pack had their lives at my hands as I chose how and when they die not some stupid outsider.

Trying to keep myself at deciding how to attack Selena’s territory my mind kept drifting to the number one source of my turmoil, Evelyn Nikolai. She has constantly being occupying my thoughts despite my unrelenting resistance. My mind drifted to a few days ago as I stood at the edge of witches territory with my beta and four other expert wolves. Eren,my beta, advising me on how to proceed as my initial idea was to s*******r the lots of witches.

We engaged in a debate as he told me the importance of leaving the central figures of witches alive as they would help us recreate the ancient weapon. As we continued to discuss the apparent fate of the witches, I could feel the world stop as a scent above everything I have ever felt filled my entire being.

My senses running rampant as my eyes locked on a frail witch running towards us. I had a feeling every wolf wished to feel. Something that over eighty percent of wolves never got to feel in their entire lifespan. A feeling when a Wolf met its Mate. I almost lost control of my inner beast as the urge to run to her, embrace her, protect her, and pacify her of her current predicament. Her brown hair scattered from her running, her sapphire eyes glowing with hope, her body filled with curves at the right place.

It took every bit of my control not to fall into that instinct as instead an unquenchable urge to behead her at that moment almost took over. Resisting the urge I instead brought her to my territory. I, Kayden Rothschild has always prided myself of over my inhumane self-control. Control over my emotions, I chose when to be angry, when to experience grief, when to smile, and when to indulge in self pleasure. The act of losing that control was something I abhorred as I made sure to never let it happen as long i as I lived.

Chuckling a bit, I still remember her face going pale when I attacked her today. Did she really think that I went berserk? How naive of her if she thought that the great Kayden couldn’t even control his inner beast.

As for why I still kept her alive? The euphoria I felt as I strangled her mother to death in front of her was something I have never felt in my life. Her helplessness, grief and pain all filling me with joy and happiness. She would continue to serve her purpose until I got tired of her presence. As for the mate connection? I could still feel it trying to affect my emotions and even with my hardened control I had to be careful around her. And that’s what makes her presence dangerous as I could feel myself and my beast going into a tug of war all for her sake.

If there’s one thing I treasured in life,is the feeling of danger, Something I had lost ages ago, and this frail witch has somehow awakened it from its slumber. Still,her presence has brought a worthwhile challenge for me, would I fall prey to my wolf instinct? Or would my many years of ultimate control proof itself solid and impenetrable? I guess time would tell.

The thought of falling for a witch was something that would never happen in this life or the next. I could see she thought that the witch queen, Selena, could save her from me.

‘I’ll make her watch as I bring her hope to ruin’.

Her presence already made me choose Selena’s territory as I could already imagine the despair she would feel as I bring down one of the pillars of the witch empire.

Damn it!!

All I have been thinking is about her, how she would do this and that.

Enough!!

Steeling my heart, as I decided to finalize a war plan as despite my deep arrogance I knew the witches were no pushover. I had to make sure that my losses were as minimal as possible as i still had other foes to vanquish.

Evelyn did say she knew how to make the ancient weapon right? Then she would start creating it as I hoped it would be available before I raid Selena’s coven, as I couldn’t resist myself from that euphoric feeling when witches realize their biggest dependent cannot be accessed.

‘Evelyn this, Evelyn that, get a grip on your self Kayden’