The Tyrant Alpha

3

Lennox pov:

Another pack, another victory. It’s no more an hassle for me to conquer a pack anymore. After 15 victories, most don’t even fight anymore. I have laid waste of half of the pack, houses set on fire, bodies scattered on the ground like sand.

At first I used to enjoy, the thrill of seeing men wait nights for my attack, thinking that they would be the ones to conquer me. Letters from Alpha’s asking me to surrender or they would finish me off.

All that was before the curse, ah, the curse, one of the reason why I roam around from pack to pack.

After the death of my beloved mate who I had no desire for, I was cursed to never know peace. Has any man ever known peace?

It started with packs sending their girls over to me to choose as my bride for the sake of peace, but when they realized I was looking for one particular girl, it became worrisome.

TIL this day, I search for her, a piece of me that the moon goddess claimed would give me peace.

The piece that would make me complete,

No, every woman I have met to this day has been a disappointment.

Deeply certain that this one would be too.

Just a glance she said, she told me I would recognize from just a glance, that the bond would be so strong that I wouldn’t dare kill her too. I get to decide that.

If for a split second she is an undeserving of being with me, I will kill her with my bare hands.

I don’t care about the curse, I never believed in gods anyways.

Where were they when I laid waste to packs, when the innocent people cried for their help, they never came.

If they did then I would be dead. I curse upon the gods.

I pierced my knife through the neck of the man in front of me, then toss his body to the ground as I make way for the pack house.

Colton and Zayn are already there waiting for me. Colton is my chief, any woman not good enough for him would certainly not be good enough for me. He has a discerning eye and has never proven me wrong.

I’m close to the hall when it hits me.

A scent.

It strikes like a gust of wind, knocking the ground from under my feet. Sweet, alive like strawberries kissed with chamomile. My wolf roars, scraping at the inside of my chest, tearing at my skin as if it will rip free and chase her down before I even take another step.

Mate.

For a heartbeat, I think I’ve gone mad. I was not meant to feel this again.

When I step into the hall, my eyes find her instantly. I cannot look anywhere else.

She stands dressed in white, a trembling sacrifice. But that fire in her eyes, hiding behind her fear. Her red hair is tied in a bun, strands of it catching the light like flame. Her eyes, goddess, her eyes, blue like the sky I have not seen in years, wide with terror but refusing to look away.

She stands against Zayn’s brutality, her small body shaking, yet she doesn’t break. She is afraid, yes, but she will fight, even when she knows she will lose.

She isn’t weak. She isn’t like the others.

She is fiesty.

Colton raises his hand at her, my wrist clutched into a fist. I shouldn’t be mad, I shouldn’t care.

My wolf growls low, furious. Mine. Touch her again and I’ll gut you.

The moon goddess has played a cruel joke on me, I have never felt this way before, I have never had the bond so strong I couldn’t resist staring at her.

Zayn stands in front of her, his sword in the air ready to kill her.

My wolf howls inside, claws against my chest, desperate to claim her. My fingers twitch, aching to touch, to mark, to own her.

But I do not move.

My feet stand still, I shouldn’t interfere, mates are weakness and I would not have a weakness. A reason for men to chase after me. I have a lot of enemies, when you have done what I have done, you would know that men are capable of killing me even in my sleep.

It is her duty as my mate to die for me, she should die.

Thats what I told myself over and over and over again but my feet betrayed me,

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could process it, “Stop”.

Not while I breathe. Not while blood runs through my veins. No man takes what’s mine. She is mine. My woman. My second chance. My curse. My salvation. I decide if she lives. I decide if she dies. No hand lays on her, not Zayn, not Colton, not anyone. Only me.

I strode heavily towards them with my eyes on nothing else but her.

The only thing I should kill and bury deep so I never feel this ache again. But I can’t. I don’t have the strength to.

The moon goddess is cruel. Cruel to force this into me again, after all the blood, after all the years. To tie me to a girl with fire in her eyes, a girl who dares to look at monsters and still stand. Not weak, but Fiery.

That’s her mistake.

She thinks the fire in her eyes will save her. No. Now that she’s mine, I’ll take that fierce spirit from her piece by piece. Break her down until she prays for death, until her screams echo through my bones, Until the only thing left of her is me.

Until I have marked her and made her mine, that no one else would take her even from me, not even the moon goddess herself, not even death.

This is my sacred curse to her.