The Evil Alpha Azrael

Chapter 8

Jaylyn's POV

I sat nervously between my dad and Jase as I kept looking around for the source of the smell. Everyone else seemed unfazed so I knew I was the only one who had noticed it. This went on for about 10 mins as the rest of the guests made their way to the seating area. I continued to look around because it felt like someone was watching me. It took me a few seconds until my eyes landed upon the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was tall with large muscles. He had jet black hair that was slicked back and I just wanted to run my hands through them. His eyes were a vibrant blue that stood out against his tan skin. He wore a fitted dark grey long sleeve shirt that barely concealed his biceps. I wanted to run to him as I began to feel something pool at the base of my stomach. I was probably drooling and I did not care. At that very moment, all I wanted was him.

“ MATE JAY! MATE!” Hazel began to shout in my head.

“He’s our mate Hazel?” I asked for clarification.

“ YES! That sexy hunk of a man is all ours!”

I was always told how you would be the one to find everything about your mate attractive but that was an understatement looking at the wolf in front of me. I can see myself licking every inch of his body. Whoa. I’ve never pictured anything that explicit before.

“Hazel!” I called to her embarrassingly. She laughed mischievously and retreated to the back of my mind. Before I could comment on her action my mate turn abruptly and dashed inside holding the front of his pants. I tried to stifle a chuckle as I realized the reason for his departure. I had never noticed him before. I wonder which pack he was from. The only time I’ve seen muscles on a wolf that large was if they were of alpha blood.

All of the blood drained out of my face as realization set in. Could he be the son of Alpha Anthony? Oh my goddess. The dark hair, the features, the jawline, it all made sense. The only difference was the color of his beautiful blue eyes. The alpha’s eyes were green but the skinny underfed she-wolf that was next to him yesterday; that was his mate. Neither of them bore a mating mark though, which was odd.

After my mate ran off in an attempt to compose himself, Alpha Anthony came onto the stage and announced that it was time for the ceremony to began. Everyone took their seats and showed respect to the current alpha speaking. He didn’t really deserve it but I wouldn’t like it if someone disrespected my father on an important day. I simply sat and listened.

“Welcome Alphas and spawns. Today is the day that I pass on the title of Alpha to my son Azrael.” As Alpha Anthony said his name, my mate made his way onto the stage and stood beside his father. Azrael, I loved the sound of his name.

“After today you all will recognize him as the leader of Black Moon and respect him in every way.”

Everything about Alpha Anthony was irritating and all I wanted to do was leave but a thought came to my mind. My mate was going to be Alpha, which meant I had to move here in this helpless pack. I felt so sorry for the way their pack members looked. My heart sank realizing how much damage had been done. I made up my mind to have a talk with him and try my best to bring the villagers up to standard health. It may take a while due to severe malnourishment but I can handle it.

Just as I was caught in my thoughts, the alpha started to speak again.

“Omegas! Bring forth the ceremonial dagger.”

Two scrawny looking wolves brought a medium sized dagger and a bowl to catch the bl**d that would fall.

Azrael then stood directly across from his father facing him.

“I ,Alpha Anthony of The Black Moon Pack, hereby pass on to thee, the title of Alpha to lead this pack under your rule.” With those words Alpha Anthony sliced his right hand open and held it over the bowl.

My mate then spoke up, “ I, Azrael of the Black Moon Pack, hereby accept the title of Alpha and accept the duties to lead this pack under my rule.” Azrael then sliced his own palm with the dagger and both him and his father locked theirs hands as if they were shaking hands. Their eyes were closed for a moment before they released each other’s grasp.

The sound of his voice made want to melt as I felt a wetness began to form in my lower parts. As if he sensed what was happening his nose flared and those vibrant blue eyes locked with mine once again. He look like he was trying to retrain himself. My expression morphed into one of embarrassment as I came to the conclusion.

Each of them were given a cloth to clean their hands then the dagger and bowl was taken away. The frail she-wolf, who I assumed was my mate’s mother, was standing near the stage with a fear in her eyes but also relaxed expression in her face. She looked at Azrael proudly and her eyes glazed over for a moment. As I glanced at Azrael, his eyes were also glazed over so I presumed they were mind linking. For a few seconds I saw Azrael’s facial expression was one of remorse but it was quickly changed with a cold unforgiving stare. He glanced at me but only for a second. Before I could contemplate his facial expression Alpha Anthony spoke once more.

“Now that I am no longer alpha, I can move on with my life. I will be away for an undisclosed amount of time while Azrael runs the pack the way he was taught.” I had really hoped this wasn’t the state he intended to keep it.

“Camille! Come and stand next to me.”

Azrael’s mother began walking in the stage. The transfer was over, what is he doing now?

“If you all didn’t know, Camille is my mate. However she does not bare my mark because she is a weak omega. Her sole purpose was to birth a son for me and that is all.”

I was disgusted with his words. He claimed that she was only there to have his pup. This wolf was vile.

“Now that my son has grown and taken over as alpha, she is no longer needed.”

Did he just say he doesn’t need her anymore? What does that mean? And where did Azrael disappear to all of a sudden?

All of these questions rang through my head and I didn’t see what was coming next.

Camille stood next to Anthony whimpering as if she knew what was about to happen. Her bruises were bright indicating that they were fresh.

As if this man couldn’t be more repulsive. He brought his right hand up into a position getting ready for a slap. His claws extended and by the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. He brought his claw extended arm down in a flash and ripped the chunk of flesh out of her throat leaving the most of her esophagus exposed. She dropped to the ground fluttering as she tried to gain air but failed. The bl**d pooled around her as the only bit of life left drained from her pale blue eyes.

I sat there in horror, unable to process what had happened before my eyes. I’m a warrior, I’ve k*lled countless wolves during battles but nothing prepared me for this. A wolf ending the life of his own mate was simply psychotic and for the first time in my life,I feared for my future.