The Evil Alpha Azrael

The time had come in the Black Moon Pack that the alpha title would be passed on. Alpha Anthony would be stepping down and transferring his title to his son, Azrael. Anthony was a cruel man who raised his son in the same manner. He had acquired acres of land solely for himself.  He was brutal not only to outsiders but to his pack members as well. Although his Luna was always at his side, she had no say in the pack’s duties or affairs. She was present only for the sole purpose of birthing a son for Anthony. She had gotten pregnant three times before giving birth to Azrael and all three times had been a girl. Alpha Anthony had stated at their first meeting that he would only father a son.  Each daughter that was born Anthony had sl*******ed. Three daughters, suffered at the hand of their father and a Luna at the hands of her mate for a task she had no control over. Azrael POV In three days I would take over from my father. Three days. It was only a mere title because I had been completing the packs duties from I gained my wolf at eighteen.  My father never cared for the pack members and neither did I. They served me no purpose other than showing me respect when in my presence. They were weak and simple minded. They only knew how to cower in fear and I enjoyed every moment and whimper that came from their feeble wolves. Rogue wolves were never an issue because they feared us. No, they feared me. “CAN’T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT YOU INCOMPETENT SH*T?!” My father is bickering with my Mother again. She knows not to anger him and yet still enrages him. She had missed a few bits of paper in his office. She knows everything must be in order.  It was pure stupidity on her behalf. Normally Omegas would be the ones to do the cleaning but mother was an Omega herself so father simply made her clean it. While father craved perfection, I craved destruction. The sound of glass shattering and a cry from mother had indicated that he h*t her again. The smell of whiskey permeated the air. He must’ve h*t her with the thick whisky glass. Didn’t matter though, he had more in his cabinet. More shouting erupted and mother tried to escape the path of father’s destruction but she did not possess the strength of an alpha. Father caught her in no time dragging by her hair up-stairs.  More glass shattering and cries erupted throughout the house and mother’s cries grew loudly. I’ve always loved the sound of someone in pain. The way they cry and plea for their lives as if it’s going to save them. The gurgling sound of liquid as they choke on their bl**d and the desperate look in their eyes as they cling the little bit of life they have left. My mind was sick and twisted and both me and wolf Rage loved it. I didn't care to wait for my parents to end their argument although it was mostly father shouting and mother whimpering. She and father were mates but father never marked her because he said mates made you weak and an Omega for a mate was disgusting for an alpha. My mate had better pray to the Mood Goddess that we never cross paths.