The Alpha Who Wants Me Back

Chapter 3

Zevaric’s POV:

I slammed the door shut behind me, locking out the world. My wolf growled remorselessly beneath my skin, like a beast trapped in the chains. The walls of my cabin, the only place where I was supposed to breathe properly, felt too tight today.

“She is real”, I said aloud, to make it sound believable, but just couldn’t. The flower maiden. The curse. The mark. And now, fate’s sick punchline, “She is in my damn class”.

I was living alone in a dense area of the forest, to avoid all the mess that this fate created, but still couldn’t avoid the inevitable.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I tossed it somewhere across the room. My body was burning from the inside with a mix of anger and confusion.

I denied the acknowledgement, “This wasn’t supposed to happen yet”.

I galed to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and gripped the edges of the sink, until my knuckles turned white. “I can’t afford this. Not now”.

But the images didn’t leave me.

The mark…the bloody whispering bloom mark that had haunted my dreams since I was ten.

I closed my eyes, and let out a breath, “I need to run”.

Bones cracked, grey fur burst through the skin, and I dropped on all fours with a howl reverberating through my chest.

My wolf Kiba surfaced, and we ran. Trees blurred. The earth pounded beneath my paws. My senses sharpened.

“She shouldn’t have appeared like this”, I was lost in my own thoughts, when a sharp rustle nearby stopped me mid-run.

“Easy there, big guy”. A familiar voice. Reiner Braun. An old friend. One of the pack warriors.

“You’ve been avoiding everyone again”, he said, “I figured I’d find you here”.

I growled. “Oh! Don’t growl at me, you over-sized mong”, he took an evil laugh.

I shifted back, naked, panting like a madman. Reiner tossed a set of clothes towards me, pants and a loose hoodie, snickering, “I came prepared”.

I tugged on the clothes, “I’ve been busy”. “Busy growling at the freshman girls?”, he said, smirking. I groaned, “You…” He lifted his hands, “Relax”.

Reiner stepped closer, his tone softening, “Hey…what happened?” I looked away, “Nothing that concerns you”.

He caught me red-handed, “Oh, come on. You were running wild in the woods and reek of agitation. Don’t tell me it’s nothing”.

I stayed silent, then broke it down, “Everything was already complicated. Now it’s just…accelerated. But I can’t tell you right now. I need to figure it out first”.

He looked at me suspiciously. It felt like he calculated my situation.

He sighed, “Look…Zevaric…You’re strong. But it isn’t just about strength. It’s about purpose. You don’t get to pick how or when it starts”.

He was right indeed. I snapped, pushing him, “Ok ok. Enough of your counselling wise man. Now it’s time you should go back”. I gave an eye roll.

He chuckled, “Fine. But one day you’ll thank me for being this annoyingly wise”.

I didn’t answer. He walked away. The sound of his footsteps faded into a distance.

By the time I returned to the cabin, the sun had already dipped below the trees. I stepped onto the porch, fists clenched, jaw tight.

Her thoughts started playing with my mind again, “She knows who she is. She knows about the powers and the strength she holds.

Yet she runs away from her responsibilities and hides in the human world? What an absurd thing to do, right?”

And still she was looking at me with those damn eyes, wide and searching.

As if I owed her something. How dare she ignore her responsibilities?

Werewolves need her. They need her powers. She has the abillity to undo the downfall of the werewolf kind.

But look at her. Turning a blind eye to her authority. Not doing justice to what she was created by the Moon Goddess.

And me? I spent my whole life suffering because of her.

Suffering for someone who doesn’t even feel for her own people.

The one who is oblivious to the needs of her own kind.

The kind of person who doesn’t even acknowledge her liabilities.

How can I let someone like her, be my mate?

But that’s it. I’ve had enough.

Now I’d make sure she feels the weight of every obligation she has.

I’d feed her enough to keep her curious, but never enough to feel safe.

She has no idea what she’s walked into. But she will.

And if anyone tries to come in my way, they’ll beg for mercy, and I’ll make sure they never get it.

“Let the game begin!”