My Disabled Alpha

drugged with aphrodisiac.

Ethan

"Ethan, I have a special medication that can treat your condition and restore your connection with your wolf. If you're interested, meet me in the luxurious Barnette Hotel tonight at 18:00," the letter read, its words captivating my attention like a spell.

The letter, elegantly penned on fine parchment, bore no signature, leaving me wondering about the identity of the mysterious sender. Intrigued by the promise of a potential solution to my predicament, I couldn't resist the lure of the unknown and decided to heed the invitation.

As the son of the Alpha King, I was born with a defect—a lack of my wolf.

It was a closely guarded secret.

I was the chosen heir to the Nightshade Wolf Pack, and my father currently held the position of Alpha King. However, his reign was coming to an end, and soon I would be taking his place.

Among the registered 100 wolf packs, the Nightshade Wolf Pack held the prestigious rank of number one.

Unlike other packs where the position of Alpha was inherited by the eldest son, in our pack, the Alpha was determined by merit and capability.

I had two older brothers, and they were the biggest obstacles standing in my path to becoming the Alpha King.

To ascend to the throne as the Alpha King, one must have a mate by their side, a bond that I, unfortunately, couldn't even establish with my own wolf, let alone sense the presence of a potential mate.

Curing my affliction became an imperative. The letter had given me hope, a glimmer of possibility. As the clock struck 18:00, I arrived at the Barnette Hotel, determined to uncover the answers that lay within.

Stepping into the designated room, I found it empty, shrouded in an air of subtle sweetness. The scent wafted through the space, its alluring notes infiltrating my senses. What was this?

As a werewolf with heightened olfactory senses, the components in the air entered my body more swiftly. I felt my mouth go dry, my entire being consumed by a restless heat.

This sensation was entirely foreign to me, and I immediately realized the truth—it was an aphrodisiac. Someone had drugged me. Panic surged through my veins, but it was too late. The effects of the aphrodisiac had already taken hold, seizing control of my body.

The nature of an Alpha was one of primal desire, and years of suppressed urges erupted within me. I fought against the overpowering influence, struggling to maintain some semblance of control as I stumbled out of that room saturated with the intoxicating aphrodisiac.

Every step was a battle, a test of willpower, as I fought against the relentless surge of desire coursing through me.

My vision blurred, and I had no idea who was behind this plot against me.

If there was no antidote available, I felt like I was on the brink of exploding, my body unable to contain the overwhelming sensations.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps reached my ears, and a woman came rushing down the stairs, her face filled with panic. As she noticed me, she instinctively took a step back.

I, driven by an uncontrollable force, reached out and grabbed her wrist.

A sweet aroma emanated from her, reminiscent of candy. Fear laced her voice as she pleaded, "Let go of me. I don't know you."

A voice resonated within me, urging, "Claim her."

Compelled by the voice, I dragged the woman into the nearest room. Throwing her onto the bed, a twisted satisfaction washed over me as I observed the fear in her eyes.

"Spread your legs," I demanded, expecting her to willingly comply. It was her privilege to do so.

However, she didn't follow my commands. I tore her clothes apart, an effortless act for an Alpha.

"The flower between your legs must bloom for me. You belong to me."

I want to possess her, and I have an incredible desire to possess her. Because I have never had such a desire to possess a woman. It may be due to aphrodisiacs, but I don't think it's entirely.

This is definitely the happiest night of my nineteen years. I never knew that s*x would bring me ultimate happiness.

She has been refusing me, but everything she has done is in vain. I am a male werewolf, and she is a female werewolf.

During my enjoyment, the room door was opened and I didn't know who it was. But I shouted angrily at the outsider, 'Get out of here.'

Although interrupted by someone, I didn't stop what I was doing.

I kissed her lips because she was crying so pitifully, and I hope this can bring her some comfort.

The next day, I woke up from bed, realizing that I wasn't in my own bedroom. It felt more like a hotel room.

Why was I here?

Oh, right, it came back to me. Yesterday, someone had sent me a letter, claiming they could treat my condition. I went to the hotel room, and that's when I was drugged with an aphrodisiac.

But what happened afterward? I can't remember anything.

What exactly transpired last night? Once the aphrodisiac entered my body, I have no recollection of what took place.

I need to figure out who drugged me. Could it be my older brother? Or perhaps my second brother?

I returned to the Nightshade Castle, the central residence where most of the werewolves of our pack lived.

Sampson, my Beta, approached me with a concerned expression. "Ethan, where were you last night? I couldn't find you anywhere."

I replied, "You won't believe the bizarre thing that happened to me. I received a mysterious letter."

"A letter?" Sampson raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," I confirmed.

We decided to discuss the matter in study, away from prying eyes and ears. The castle was not only filled with my loyal subordinates but also with the spies of my brothers, constantly monitoring my every move.

As we entered the study, Miller was already seated inside. She's just a normal Omega in the pack, and only because she once saved my life, I allowed her to serve me close.

But she entered my private place today.

She hurriedly approached me, affectionately linking her arm with mine. "Thorn, can you spare a moment to chat with me?"

"Miller, you're not allowed in my study. Get out of here immediately. I'm busy at the moment." I replied coldly.

"Can I at least listen?" she pleaded.

"No, Miller. Leave this room now," I stated firmly, my tone brooking no argument.

Reluctantly, Miller nodded and exited the room, her disappointment evident in her eyes. I knew I had hurt her feelings, but I had no time for distractions or personal matters. The situation at hand demanded my undivided attention.

Sampson and I settled into chairs, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. I unfolded the letter and handed it to Sampson, allowing him to read the contents for himself.

Sampson's eyebrows furrowed as he finished reading. "This is indeed troubling. Someone went through great lengths to drug you and take you to that hotel. But for what purpose?"

"I wish I knew," I sighed, frustration gnawing at me. "The letter doesn't reveal the identity of the sender. It's as if they want to remain hidden."

Sampson leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. "We need to investigate this further. It could be a threat to the pack, and we can't afford to ignore it."

I nodded in agreement. "We have to find out who is behind this and their motives. "

After Miller left. I took out the letter I received yesterday and handed it to Sampson, "Here's the letter. I need you to investigate who wrote it and where it was sent from."

Sampson accepted the letter and nodded. "Of course. Can you tell me what happened yesterday?"

"I have been drugged with an aphrodisiac."

"What? Aphrodisiacs? So how are you feeling now? Have you gone to see a doctor? I guess you wouldn't find a woman to do it. "

"Actually, I don't know what exactly happened last night. I don't remember anything."

"That's really amazing. If you find the person who drugged you, how are you going to punish her? I guess she's very likely a woman." Sampson couldn't believe it.

"I must shatter her to pieces. The person who framed me has never come to a good end. Since she likes aphrodisiacs, let her personally taste the pain of aphrodisiacs."

I have never been a kind person. Kindness cannot keep me alive in the dark night wolf pack. My brothers have always wanted to kill me. When I was six years old and came to the Night Wolves, they always did that.

"I will find the source of this letter,"Sampson assured me.

"I hope it won't take too long,"I replied.

My secret conversation with Beta had already been heard by the people outside the door.

It was Miller. She hadn't left but instead stood at the doorway, eavesdropping on our conversation.

At this moment, she trembled because she was the owner of this letter, and aphrodisiacs were also her plan.

She covered her mouth and rushed back to her own room, whispering to herself, "If I were discovered, would I be severely punished? I won't allow this to happen."

A meticulous plan began to form in her mind.