The Mad Wolf King

CHAPTER THREE

The scary moon pack

Elias pov.

"Feed me blood, human," my insane wolf named Zack sneered. He was the most impatient wolf ever and always got what he wanted, but not this time.

"I think it's too early for that," I replied dryly, stretching my arms like a cat.

It was a beautiful afternoon to wake up to after sleeping late. Sometimes I don't get to sleep for two weeks because of my crazy wolf carvings, which made me surprised to have fallen asleep last night and woken up this late.

"When it comes to blood, you know it's never too early," he growled back and kept on torturing me.

Does he ever rest?

"Yes, you are right, but you also know the more blood you crave for the more inhumane you become," I snapped back angrily, blocking our link, knowing we would keep on arguing.

I looked outside the window, it was raining heavily. Heavy rain drops pounded the rooftops, lightning flashed left and right, and thunder rumbled every few minutes, just like how my wolf growls when he hasn't tasted blood in a long time.

And what I meant by a long time was just yesterday, when I used two rogue wolves as scapegoats who had trespassed on my land and ended up paying with their lives. My wolf has fun ripping their hearts out and drinking their blood, which only temporarily satisfies his taste for more blood for a short period of time.

I made a mental note to call Wizard Oz to give me the magic potion that calms my wolf and stops him from going madder than he is.

Wizard Oz has been a great help to me, and I owe him a lot because his magic potion has stopped me from killing my people in an unnecessary way.

I and my wolf love the taste of blood, but not just any blood, but the blood of those who have betrayed me, my enemies. My favorite blood was that of the vampires, and I couldn't wait to eat their king's heart after what wizard OZ told me he did to my precious mate.

Those damn suckers, in joint collaboration with the other three supernatural kingdoms, had my mate killed; they killed the one who was destined to love and tame the beast in me without mercy, and now they have left me without an heir. They all deserve to be buried deep beneath the earth. When I am done with them, they would rather beg for death, but it wouldn't come easily.

Wizard Oz told me that they all conspired against me and had my mate killed at birth. I believed him because he showed me proof through his magical pot, and I saw how my mate was murdered in cold blood.

My poor mate wasn't given the chance to breathe or live for a day. That made them more monstrous than I am, and they must pay for it. They made my wolf insane with the loss of our mate.

Yes, I had many enemies, ranging from hundreds to thousands to millions. It was why some called me cruel and insane, but in my eyes, I saw a realistic and practical wolf who wouldn't take someone else's mate away from them like they did to me.

I am a king who deals with things with his fist rather than words. I saw a king who no one dared mess with, I was called the mad wolf king.

We lived in a world where the most ruthless and blood hungry people had the most power. I hungered to have complete control over my kind and every other kind, to be the one who led them to victorious pursuits around the world. Because of me, all werewolves were feared and not messed with.

That hunger hasn't died; no, it keeps growing as the day passes, the urge to destroy anybody who dared mess with me. The hunger continued to rumble in my stomach, and no amount of food, s*x or blood will ever satiate it.

Maybe a mate could, but she's dead. I had nothing to live for.

I craved to see all werewolf species flourish to their full potential while other supernatural beings bows before us and kiss our feet as we walk.

I was not going to stand still until they begged to breathe the same air as us,when they pleaded to be the mat we step on. I would fight until my last breath. I had no one to carry my heir. My mate was dead, so my lineage ends with me, as does that of my enemies.

I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt back up and started walking out of my personal home to the general pack house which was like a palace. I had the biggest room there, but sometimes I wanted my privacy.

With every step I took, the raindrops soaked through the thin cloth and

pierced my skin with their iciness. The best kind of rain was the kind that hurt, letting me see the reality of my life. I would die without a mate, but I would make sure I took all my enemies along with me, that has been my motivation that has kept me going for hundreds of years.

I suddenly felt like a cat drenched in the rain. For the first time, I pitied myself, and no matter how badly I denied it, I wanted to be loved. I would die without the love of a mate.

Luckily, I reached the back door and got distracted from my thoughts by the sounds coming from the kitchen. I could hear my cooks running around frantically, trying to get my breakfast set up before I sat down at the table.

I was a very picky eater and hated waiting for food; luckily, they knew this the hard way. I don't joke with my food and love tasting different foods around the world. It may not look like it, but food and s*x were the two pleasures I allowed myself to indulge in and enjoy.

I decided to give them a few more seconds before I stepped through the door because I knew they wouldn't be able to function properly once I entered because of fear and would end up making a mess of everything after their hard work.

I loved it when they all trembled with fear. I could see from their eyes how badly they all wanted to avoid me at all costs. I had no conversation with anyone as I ate alone.

How nice would it be to eat with my mate.

I finally stepped in after having some mercy on them. It was quiet and no wolf was in my line of vision.

I walked across the silent kitchen calmly and sat down at the table, eyeing all the food in front of me with a blank expression.

I dug into my meal and grunted at the explosion of flavor. My cooks may act

like headless chickens, but they knew how to put together a good meal, and I usually found myself craving more.

"Elias!" The loud voice of a woman dared called interrupting my meal, and that loud voice belonged to my dearest mother.

I heard her heels click on the marble floors as she marched into the kitchen and took a seat beside me.

"Good morning, Elias," she said, throwing daggers my way, which made me grunt again. She rolled her eyes at my behavior and grabbed a plate for herself.

"As charming as ever, I see. I taught you better, why do you enjoyed being feared by your own people," she asked, taking a bite of the food.

"Mother, if you have nothing useful to say, then stop chattering and eat the food you have stolen from me." I spat back, she knew how much I hated sharing, especially food and did that to piss me off.

If she wasn't my mother, I would have ripped off her heart and detached her head from her body.

"Lucky for you, I do have some useful things to say," she huffed, pulling up a

checklist on her phone.

"Five rogues were found on the eastern border," she said, making me raise my brows.

"Mother, that's not your job to do, but you should know the routine by now. Ask the guards to behead them, and please send their blood to me for drink, you know I hate it when blood gets wasted." I said and continued my meal and watch from the side how her eyes narrowed at me, which made me roll my eyes.

Unlike all other wolves, my mother was not afraid to talk back to me and was the only wolf I would allow to do so.

She was my mother and the only family I had. So my respect for her came from those memories and her ability to take charge of my pack warriors without my absence. She was a true queen.

"Elias, these rogues are children."

I stopped chewing and frowned at her passionate statement.

"So? Does that make a difference?" I asked, taking a sip of water. The children are wolves and could be dangerous to me in future,I spare no one and that has taken me to where I am today.

"So? SO? How can you sit there so calmly and ask me to behead children? I taught you better, Elias" she screamed. I held back the urge to roll my eyes at her behavior. She was being as dramatic as usual.

"Who cares if they are children? They might turn out to be monsters at the end, behead them." I said, making sure she dared not disobey me, mother or not. I was the king.

"I will never behead them," she glared at me intensely, making me sigh.

"Then do what you want with them and leave me alone. I have other things to do."I continued with my food.

"Fine, I will send them to the doctor for a checkup. If they are healthy, they would immediately start training and schooling, but if not, they are nursed back to health before they start."

"I never asked. Keep the details to yourself," and this time she rolled her eyes back at me.

If it had been another wolf, those eyes would have been rolling on the floor now. My mother was kindhearted; she made me want to puke most times.

"Wizard Oz called," she said again, and I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Tell him that I would see him later, my wolf doesn't want the portion, and he's fighting me. He craves blood, so I don't need those shots now,"

"He said it is very important for you to come to him, or else he comes to you."

"Really?" I drawled sarcastically.

"Really. I say it wouldn't hurt to go and see what he has for you. Rumor has it he has a special persent for you, aren't you curious?." My mom asked, raising her eyebrows.

"No, I'm not," I replied flatly.

"Come on, maybe he has found a way for another female to carry your child. I want to see my grandchildren before I die. Can't you grant your poor mother this wish." I looked to face my mom. Her blue eyes, which were similar to mine, looked at me with so much hope that I do not have concerning having children.

My wolf rose again after hearing what my mom said, shaking his fur out and growling a little.

His reaction to my mum's plea was abnormal. He would usually nod along to everything I said, but now, he was up and growling, as if he

wanted to side with her.

I stopped eating and pursed my lips.

My wolf wanted to go to see the wizard? That was a first on his part.

He let out another low growl and stomped his paws to get his point across.

"Fine," I sighed, "I'll go, but tell the Beta to prepare my car."

My mum smiled broadly and got up from her seat, but just then her phone rang and then she smiled brightly and ended the call.

"Wizard Oz has the gift waiting for you in your office, he said he hopes you enjoy the present," I grunted in reply.

Why was he so persistent in gifting me? If anything, I was the one who owed him so much for helping me, but now he has a present for me.

Was it money? No, he knew I was the richest paranormal creature.

Then what could the gift possibly be.

"A mate?" my wolf spoke.

"Naaa. He doesn't have the power to give us that and besides ours is dead," I said back to my wolf sadly, and he whined back and blocked himself away from me. He knew better than to get his hopes up at the thought of having a mate.

I looked up at my mom, and she gave me a sad smile in return. I hated been pitied.

"If you are so curious, why don't you go to your office and find out,"

"Fine, let's go, he better not waste my time, and the stupid gift better be worth it," I spat standing up from the chair and storm into my office with my mother coming behind me.