Wanted By The Cursed Alpha king

I Want You To See Me

Blue's POV:

"I don't like him, Princess. He is dangerous, and I can tell," Sarah expressed worriedly, pacing around restlessly.

Wilder had taken us to his pack, the Night Shade Pack. A maid led us to the room that Wilder had prepared for me. "How many stairs did we have to climb down before getting to this room?" I asked, sitting up on the bed and ignoring her restless chants.

She halted. "About four. Why do you ask?"

"Does this mean our bedroom is underground?"

"Yes, it is," she answered, unsure of where I was headed.

"What! We are underground?"

"Yes, we are. What's wrong with that?"

"I don't want to be hidden, Sarah. I have been hidden all my life, and I am not about to continue living that way. I want to be out there in the open!" I declared, frowning and folding my arms across my chest.

"Are you not listening to me, Blue? We have been taken by a man we don't even know, and he has a freaking black hole in his chest!" She paused. "And if he's truly the Alpha of the Night Shade Pack, then we shouldn't be associated with him. He is a monster!"

I crossed my legs, sitting properly at the edge of the bed. "Is that how you see me? A monster?" I asked, my voice low.

"No. No, I don't. I do not see you as a monster, Princess. And you will never be one to me," she replied softly.

"So, why do you see him as one?"

She rubbed her hands together nervously. "There are rumours about him, Blue. He is not a werewolf by birth; he is a human. He was born a weak human. To make him strong, his father caught the legendary four mystical wolves and put them inside of him." She paused, making sure I was following.

"Okay..."

"That man, Blue. He is neither a man nor a werewolf. He is a monster," she finished.

"And I ask again, Sarah. Why do you see him as a monster?" I asked, unfazed by her story. If it weren't Sarah—if it were someone else in her stead—I would have lost my cool already.

"I... I... I heard... I heard he killed the last Alpha of the Night Shade Pack to take over the throne. He has also murdered a lot of people," she stammered.

I shrugged. "So? I killed Agnar. I burnt down an entire temple, making sure there would be no survivors."

"After... after what they did to you, your actions are justified."

I laughed, and laughed even more. "My pack, the people of the Crescent Moon Pack, they all hated me. I was bullied by them, pushed and beaten by them. I was five, Sarah." I stood up, walking over to where she stood. "So tell me, Sarah, if I decided to burn down my entire pack, killing children, women, men, my parents, and everyone who dared bully me..."

I inhaled, then exhaled as the memories became vivid. "If I kill them all, would my actions still be justified?"

She moved back, her body shaking in fright or . "I... um... I... I don't know."

"You don't know? I need an answer, a yes or a no. If I kill them all, would my actions still be justified?"

She went to her knees immediately. "Please forgive me, Princess. I am sorry." Her body trembled with fear.

"I will let it go this time. Next time, I won't be so merciful." I walked back to the bed and lay down, covering myself with the blanket. "I want to sleep. Don't disturb me."

It's been so long since I last slept on a bed. For thirteen years, all I have known are hard concrete floors, and with the magical helmet over my head, I couldn't sleep properly.

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"Before we talk about why you helped me escape from the southern temple... First, I want you to know that I won't be staying in that underground room. I want to feel the sunlight on my face, so I want a room up here," I said, standing before Wilder in his throne room. He had called for me, and I answered.

"And if I don't adhere to your wants?"

I shrugged. "Then I will leave, and oh... I also need you to cure my blindness. Lastly, I need a position in your palace, maybe your Luna... you don't seem to have one."

Definitely, no woman would want to marry a man who is considered a monster. If a monster rules here, so why not a monster queen?

To my surprise, Wilder started laughing, his laughter resounding loudly in his throne room, bouncing off the walls and back to my ears.

"Tell me, Blue..." He stood up from his throne, walking over to me in slow steps. "Why in the world would I so graciously... tick all the boxes on your to-do list?" He towered before me, his aura radiating intimidation. But I cannot be intimidated.

I moved backwards, feeling a bit... just a bit intimidated. "You saw what I did back at the temple. If you don't comply with my wants, I will burn you and your entire pack to nothing but ashes."

He laughed. He laughed again!

Does he find me amusing?

"Now I'm wondering if I should add you to my courtroom as the king's jester. You are the only one who has been able to make me laugh in a very long time. Probably twenty-five years ago."

"You find me funny? Me? Funny?" If I weren't blind, I would definitely be glaring at him. Or can a blind person glare? I mean, I wouldn't know.

"Yes, Blue. I find your feeble attempt to threaten me funny," he chuckled.

"Well, you won't find me funny when my flames burn you from the inside, dragging you all the way to hell," I stomped my feet on the ground maliciously.

"You see, Blue, your flames... ah, they are very interesting. In fact, I was a bit smitten by them." He closed the gap between us, lowering his head so his lips were near my ear. I shuddered. Whispering, he said, "But I have got to ask. How do you intend to kill a man who has no soul?"

"No soul?" I repeated.

Sarah had told me he had the legendary four mystical wolves inside of him, but she hadn't mentioned anything about him not having a soul.

"Yes, Blue," he answered, walking back to his throne and sitting down. "You see, Blue, from the day I was born, my destiny was already set for me. I was the boy meant to carry the sins of my ancestors on my shoulders and die with them. But my father, Reagan—bless his soul—did not want such a destiny for his only son. And so, when I died and went to hell, my father caught the legendary four mystical wolves and, with the help of his brother, caged them inside of me. And I was reborn..." He spread his arms wide, cackling in a sinister manner.

"And this is why you can't kill me, Blue. The mystical wolves inside of me cannot be killed by your flames. But—" he paused, and I could tell he was grinning. "Your flames can subdue them."

"The black hole," I mumbled, remembering what Sarah had said. The wolves are responsible for the hole in his chest, and if it gets any bigger, they would be able to escape, leaving Wilder with no soul. And no soul means death.

"I can see you already understand the part you are to play. The reason I rescued you."

So what if he has no soul? He can't make me work for him without granting my wishes. I am not afraid of him!

"I won't help you unless you carry out my requests. You need me more than I need you, Wilder."

He laughed. Again!

"Do you have a death wish?" He stood up from his throne once more.

Wrapping my arms underneath my chest, I responded, "You can't kill me, Wilder Reagan, and you don't scare me either."

The only reason I was able to live for thirteen years with no food or water is that my source of life comes from my flames. I have regenerative powers. I can’t die.

He walked over to me in slow strides, then stood before me... and for a second, I couldn't breathe. Why? I don't know. "Who said anything about killing you, Blue?" His hands reached out for my face, and he caressed my left cheek with his finger.

I forgot how to breathe again!

His caresses gave birth to a feeling I never thought I was capable of having.

His breath fanned the edge of my nose, warm and unsettling. "Don't you think there's one thing you have that I do not, Blue?"

"And what is that?"

He lowered his lips to my ear and whispered, "Sarah."

"Don't you dare touch her! I don't care if you don't have a soul. The moment you lay a finger on her, I will find a thousand ways to kill you, Wilder Reagan."

He withdrew his finger from my cheek, then placed it underneath my chin, raising my head up. "You are cute when you make baby threats. Very cute. But there's a fine line between cute and annoying. So don't you ever threaten me again," he growled.

I said nothing.

"So tell me, Blue, do you still want to bathe in the sunlight?"

I bit my lower lip, wishing I could really burn him. "No."

"Good. Now that we have come to an agreement, I would advise you, Blue..." He paused, then continued, "Don't you dare act out of place ever again. I might have been intrigued by your existence, but..." His right hand left my chin and encircled my waist, bringing me closer to him. We had no space between us, and my breathing... I couldn't breathe properly.

"Hmm, I think returning your eyesight won't be a bad idea. I want you to see me as much as I see you," his voice faltered, his earlier sentence left unfinished.

Why does his words affect me in such a weird way? He wants me to see him as much as he sees me.

I could feel my heartbeat accelerating, something it had never done before.

In that moment, I was hyper-aware of everything he did. His breath fanning at the edge of my nose, his hand resting just above my hip, and his lips an inch away from mine.

"Maybe... maybe having you as my Luna won't be such a bad idea."