CHASED BY THE PSYCHOPATHIC ALPHA

Chasing After The Omega

Mikhail

“Heard you have found your mate.”

I tighten my jaw at the cunning voice that follows while the unwelcome guest walks into my study.

“Who let you in?” I almost growl, lifting my head from the documents before me and now facing the lean, muscular man, who has an annoying grin on his face as he walks in.

“Oh come on bud, grow up, I’m not a little kid anymore, and I’m certainly not scared of those dark gazes you try to scare me away with. Besides, you’ve bullied me enough; you should begin to face redemption.”

Darius Petrov, an enemy who considers himself a childhood friend, ignoring the fact I’ve tried to kill him twice. As always, he flops himself on my couch as if he had the right to.

I scoff and continue flipping through the pages of the document that contains the next year’s pack budget.

“Oh come on man, you have a mate now, you need to drop the bad habits, you don’t want the first mistake repeating itself, right?”

I snap my gaze at Darius at his words. The grin on his face tells me he’s trying to provoke me on purpose and I have no plan to deal with him.

“Get out”

“Aren’t you curious about how I got the information about you finding your new mate?” Darius continues, his voice laced with his sly attitude.

There’s no reason for me to be curious. I am not surprised that he is aware, he doesn’t have the name ‘nosey Alpha’ as just nickname. He certainly does live up to his name.

“Leave Darius,” I growl, now glaring at him.

Don’t get the scene twisted. Darius and I are acquaintances and maybe closer, despite all my trials to kill him, and all the trauma I have caused him since we were kids, the pest still sticks by my side every damn time.

“Too bad,” he begins as he rises to his feet, shrugging while he displays a pitiful expression.

“I was about to give you some information about your mate. It’s late already, I should take my nosey ass home.” Darius turns away, but before he’s gets to the door, my body has already taken action without thinking…as always.

I fling a punch at his face after turning him to face him. I watch as he staggers to the ground, blood spilling from his lower lip, indicating I have torn his lip.

The bastard laughs, neither of us fazed by any of our actions. I push him to the ground while he continues laughing.

“You know, you should keep the play for your mate and her soon-to-be-husband. I’m just an innocent friend trying to help.”

His words fade to the background, leaving the ‘soon-to-be-husband’ part out.

I can feel a vein pulsing in my forehead as I glare down at Darius, who I’m close to punching to death.

“What did you say?”

“What did I say? I mean I’ve said a lot, I think the part of destroying my face should stand out more.”

I channel all energy to my fist and slam it across his cheek, causing his face to swing the other way. The blood that spills more, pushes me to grab his collar, as I suddenly crave to see more blood, the metallic scent that drives me wild, I want it flowing like a river.

“f**k man! I shouldn’t have tried to help you.”

“What the f**k do you mean by soon-to-be-husband?!” I growled, rage blinding me.

Then it hit me. Elena had mentioned something about her other mate. f**k the moon goddess, there is no other mate. There can’t be and there won’t be. Elena is mine.

It’s not a matter of mate. The minute I witnessed her struggle while I held her wrist on that rainy night, I already imagined her beneath me, struggling and begging me. She has been mine from that minute.

“Who is the fucker?” I question Darius, who can barely say a word now. I am choking him. I can’t recall wrapping my hands around his throat, but now that it’s there, I suddenly want to squeeze the life out of him.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Darius, you know what I can do when I get mad.” He’s well aware of that. For someone that has been with me through thick and thin, he knows I care less about anyone’s life when I’m blinded by rage.

“R-Raven's Claw” He chokes out, his veins pulsing out, yet he doesn’t struggle. Of course, he doesn’t. He’s sure used to my tactics.

I push myself off Darius and arrange my clothes while I speak. “You will take me to her, Now.”

Darius does obey, he knows better than to disagree with my commands. He also doesn’t seem to be against my plan to burn down every soul to get my mate. Though he tries his best not to show it, I'm well aware he does care for me, as a good friend. But I am the devil, I don’t need the care from anyone. I would kill him also when he’s no longer useful.

We arrive at a small garden, half of the seats are empty, and I almost laugh at the sight as I step down from the car. It’s a shame I won’t be able to meet the imagination I created while I was on the way to this Raven's Claw pack.

I had a whole series of images of how destroying Elena’s wedding would be. It was supposed to be so f*****g ecstatic.

I wanted to have her watch every single attendee die before her, while their blood spills all over her, as for her other mate. I don’t plan to kill him, but I will certainly leave a mark that will cause him to hate Elena, to curse at her and want to kill her for the suffering she puts him through.

Just thinking about it again sends excitement bubbling in my chest.

“Well, well. I wasn’t sent an invitation card.” I speak when I’m right before the little audience and right behind the stage where a man in a red suit and the familiar slim figure stands.

“Who are you?” The man in the red suit is the first to turn to me, brows knitted and face scrunched in disgust while my angel is standing still, as if refusing to turn to meet my gaze.

Well, I relish the opportunity of eye f*****g her from behind.

Fuck, she looks so f*****g good in white. The dress is ugly, that’s a fact, but her slender body had made it all perfect. The way the dress hugs her curves, her well shaped ass and her exposed back.

My c**k twitch at the thought of f*****g her in that dress right before her disabled husband.

“I asked who are you?!” The man is starting to yell, and my grin falls. Who gave him the right to yell?

“Alpha Mikhail, no way.” The whispers from my behind increases, and it’s clear everyone is familiar with me here aside from the bride and groom. Well for the bride, I have already burst that bubble.

“Elena? Are you going to tell him, or would you like me to speak for you?” I slip my hands into my pocket, no longer finding anything fun. It’s getting boring.

But just when I’m about to turn and start the show, she turns. My angel turns to me.

Goodness. She’s hot.

“Are you trying to run from me, Angel?” I c**k a brow, and tilt my head to the side, while I watch her face harden.

“Get out,” she scowled.

“Okay” I lift my hand in surrender.

“What?” She seems surprised about my instant agreement, but I continue to play her game while I turn from her to staring at the crowd and choosing my first victim.

The kid. A little boy who seems to be not more than five years of age, his ginger hair coiled, and his freckles projecting his innocence.

I smirk, before walking towards the boy and crouching to his level. His mother at his side seems too scared to even warn her baby. So sad. But it’s good that he doesn't know what I am about to do to him.

“A-Alpha–” Before his mother can speak more, I pull my gun out and bang. Sends him to his early grave.

It isn’t that bad. I gave him a fast and easy death, yet everyone is screaming and running like an earthquake has occurred. So dramatic.

The mother, on the other hand, has dropped to the ground, her eyes wide, while her pupil enlarged. Only now do I notice the bumb.

I don’t plan to give her a quick death though, that grace has expired.

And so I reach for her neck, pulling her to her feet while I continue to strangle her, watching in amusement as her feet leave the ground. Yeah, even in another life, I will forever choose to be an Alpha. The strength, the power… I f*****g love it.

“Mikhail, Stop!” The voice I wanted to hear. Hmm…so good, I can hear the pain in her voice and I f*****g love it.

“Y-you know him?” The bastard stammers, and I toss the woman in my hands like trash before turning to them.

“Well, that was quite a dramatic introduction. Let’s go now, Elena, if you don’t want blood painting your white dress. As much as that will be such a turn on for me, I’m trying to be considerate”

“What is wrong with you?!” She cries out, and I laugh at her question. I should be the one asking. Why is running from me?

“I reject you, I don’t want to be with you.”

That’s a bad move, but even with the warning glare I shoot at her, she doesn’t stop there. Instead, she grabs the male’s hand and begins to run off.

“So you want to play the hunt game now? That’s fine. Run, my angel, I will hunt you till you are mine.”