Deceptions of Alpha Dubris

Chapter Three

Dubris’ POV

Almost throughout the night, my mind kept intermittently thinking about the dark brown-haired lady I had met at the stadium earlier in the evening. Despite all efforts to the contrary, I couldn’t help reminiscing about my brief encounter with the lady.

I turned and tossed about on the bed, feeling as if I had known the lady all my life. However, I deeply searched and couldn’t find any justifiable reason for dwelling so much on the thought about her and her beautiful, well-rounded face with an almost impeccable set of dentition.

“Dubsy,” I muttered under my breath, “get a grip of yourself, man, and rein in your emotions before things go bad”.

Getting out of bed, I strolled lazily to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Yet there was no let up for me as I climbed back into bed.

Finally, I resolved to see her again, though I didn’t know how I was going to do that because I didn't have her contact information.

“Not to worry, boy, I sure will run into her again at the stadium since we share the same football club as fans,” I said to myself before drifting into a fitful and very disturbed sleep after staying awake longer than I cared to remember.

I had never spent this level of emotion and time thinking about any lady, getting increasingly confused about my feelings and what was happening.

“Have I been bewitched”? I growled and immediately provided the answer, “No, that’s impossible”.

I woke up the following day with puffy red eyes and feeling a bit dizzy from lack of sleep and accompanied by a throbbing headache.

I woke up later than usual and hurriedly prepared for work for the first time in a long time.

At the office and most of that day, the thoughts and images of Alicia never left my mind until it struck me like a thunderbolt out of nowhere that Alicia was my mate.

"Could she be? Couldn’t she be …" I debated with myself. "Was she? I've searched everywhere for my mate, done everything to find her, all to no avail".

The pull was simply irresistible! The nagging tug at my heart is also unarming!!

The wolf inside of me confirmed that she was the one, and I became at peace with myself by consensus.

“That must be it”, I repeated to myself several times, trying to self-assure that I had eventually found the explanation for the way I felt.

I began to look forward to meeting Alicia again. I was among the first few spectators to arrive at the stadium the following weekend when the league resumed.

My eyes roved and scanned the entire stadium at intervals, regularly looking for Alicia, and, half-concentrating on the match taking place on the pitch, the shouts and applause from the crowd often brought me back from my reverie.

All through the more than two hours at the stadium, Alicia was nowhere to be seen, so I left, sad and dejected, angry with everything that came my way.

The search for Alicia continued this way for the next three weeks without success.

During this period, I became unusually irritated and in a foul mood almost always, snarling at everyone about things I usually overlooked.

I became easily provoked to anger, indiscriminately shouting at everyone for little mistakes or errors.

Colleagues at the office noticed that I was no longer my usual self. They felt something was off, and many sought to help me.

But they could not do anything to help me.

Then bang! I found Alicia in the most unexpected way and the most unlikely place one evening.

I had gone shopping for groceries in the local shop not too far from my home when I ran into her, and by her side was a young man who looked three to five years younger than she was.

They were engrossed in their world, not minding whoever or whatever was happening around them, talking animatedly and looking extremely fond of each other.

I was overwhelmed with joy that I found her at last. I was also jealous and outraged because of the young man by her side.

All attempts to subtly attract her attention towards me failed. I stormed out of the grocery shop without paying for my shopping which I had abandoned somewhere on the shop floor.

I met Alicia and her boyfriend on several other occasions and in different places for the next two weeks, and each time I felt as if she was deliberately avoiding me.

After I tried one last time to get close within a conversational distance with the couple and was roundly but indirectly rebuffed, I decided to eliminate the source of my problem.

“Dubsy, you have had it this time,” I said to myself with a growl. “I must deal with this problem for good; in that way, I'll have my mate all to myself, though I don't know how yet. One thing I know is that I'll possess her,” I concluded.

By the next full moon, I was prepared and ready to remove this human scourge after stalking him for a while and knowing, almost for certainty, his daily routine and itinerary.

I struck on the second night of the full moon, tearing Alicia’s boyfriend into shreds after turning into a werewolf. I dashed into the swampy woodlands where I had hidden some clothes to wear after I had done the job.

The press widely reported the gruesome murder of the young man and, each time, with a different photo of Alicia, providing me with the cover I needed to pay her a condolence visit claiming that I saw the murder on the news.