Chapter 4
1057 Words
Azrael’s POV
I woke up feeling the same as any other day. There wasn’t anything urgent that needed my attention so I stayed in bed a bit late. The alpha ceremony was tomorrow and I wasn’t particularly excited about it. I was already in charge of most things for the pack so a title transfer was not a big deal. My packs members show me respect even if it’s out of fear. Watching them tremble as I walk by has always given me satisfaction.
I knew what was going to be my first official act as alpha, expand our territory much further than it was now. The only presenting issue was the territory I wanted belonged to New Moon’s pack. Not that I really cared, I was going to claim it either way. Their alpha would be arriving this evening with his spawns. I never understood why the children of the alphas had to be present. Their arrival would give me the opportunity to observe the size and possible strength of their family. I never knew the strength of other packs because my father always got what he wanted. We were never involved in a war because they all feared us. Even our borders were not protected. They all knew of my father and his ways but they knew nothing of me. To my pack, I was a death wish waiting to be signed if they breathed the wrong way. To the outside, I was the offspring of a maniac, a maniac who had raised me in his shadow and molded me in his image.
Father was planning on going on a trip after he had given me the title. He didn’t say where or how long he would be gone but he decided I wouldn’t need much help with the pack. There wasn’t much to be done to it. We had about 200 wolves that all had their respective duties. I had planned on changing some things when I received my title because I was not satisfied with the way father was running the pack. I’ll admit, I was selfish in my own ways but father was beyond my level.
He always believed that it should be him and only him in charge. He had k*lled both his beta and gamma, discontinuing their bloodlines. If the other packs had not feared us, we would’ve been attacked a long time ago. What he doesn’t know is that I’ve been secretly training with Austin and Terry. They were muscular and strong but Austin had a bit more endurance that Terry. I had planned to make them my beta and gamma once father leaves and I have the pack to my self. I may be sadistic alpha that finds pleasure in others writhing in agony, but I know when something is weak.
I got up out of my bed to take a shower and walk around the pack grounds. On the outskirts of the land was forest and planes stretching toward the horizon but for me, it wasn’t enough. My pack was weak, the wolves looked puny from the years of starvation. I never cared for them because my father told me not to. Looking at them now, they wouldn’t stand an attack if it came at them head on. In order to be a ruthless pack, your wolves also needed to be ruthless. I remembered reading in the book of pack laws, “The strength of the pack is the wolf and the strength of the wolf is the pack.” I didn’t understand at the time but now I do. These wolves were weak and it made me look weak. They’ve never even approached me on purpose, either their heads were kept down or they would scramble to get out of my sight. I loved every moment of it. I still crave the scent of fear as their eyes fall upon my figure but they needed to be up to par. Knowing my father’s ways, he may even try to take me out because he would want his position back. I knew about my sisters he had sl*******ed before I was born. I’d been there to witness mother’s ab*se after I was born, that was where I had gotten my blood-thirst from. Father invited me many times to join him while he repeatedly kicked and punch mother in the face and stomach. I was raised to be cold hearted but I could never raise my fist to hit her. It felt wrong to think about it and nothing ever felt wrong to me other than that. I had refused every time. That was father’s mate. When I get my hands on mine, that will be a different story. I’ll never fall victim to a she-wolf. Mate or not, she only existed to bare my pups. Once she was done with that, I would have no use for her. She would then become my punching bag as father calls it.
“You will NOT abuse my mate!” Rage drifted into my mind growling ferociously.
“Why not? It’s not like we’ll need her after she give us pups. She isn’t going to be our Luna either, that’s just repulsive.”
“Watch how you speak about my mate PUP! If you dream about putting your hands on her I will sl*ce our stomach open myself!!”
“You haven’t even met her and yet you choose her over your human counterpart. Wolf of the year.”
I mentally blocked him because I wasn’t about to deal with his attitude today. I had already decided that she would only be there for the purpose of reproducing. If she was an omega like mother, I would have no issues trapping her beneath my feet. If she does happen to be an alpha, there will be an issue controlling her.
I stayed out all day until evening and just as I made it back to the house ,the guest started to arrive for the ceremony tomorrow.
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