Drake's Reign
1945 Words
::Flashback Continuation::
My-my wolf? I heard myself think. Before I knew it my soul was flung to the back of my mind, before it did I caught a sight of my wolf. He was jet black, with pure red eyes, his teeth bubbled with impatience, and his growls turned into howls.
I felt my body slither out from my father's incredible grip, but it couldn't have been me, because I had no more strength in me. I realized that it was all of Terry's work. He lashed out towards my dad, but got swiped into a wall.
''Oh? What's this?'' I heard my dad amused.
Terry was relentless, and attacked once again, successfully slashing at my father's rib cages. No longer having his attention span on my mom, my father turned his body towards me, ''So you do have alpha blood in you after all.''
The anger was erupting inside me, I was afraid of my wolf, he did not hesitate, he needed no reason for a kill. He did not look like he was on the verge of ending his hunt, his bristles on his back stiffened, and his features becoming more menacing.
''No! Drake Stop!'' yelped my mother's frightened voice. I beamed my vision towards her, her eyes which were scared focused on my dad were now relaying towards me. Was she afraid of me? I sat in silence in my thoughts, but soon felt a blow to our head.
Terry instantly fell back and thudded to the floor, his eyes apologetically looked towards my mom. My mom was still fearful, but was interrupted by having her hair yanked by my father.
''It seemed you were of use after all, bitch.'' He spat.
Noooooo! Please don't hurt my mom! Was all I could scream inside my head. I tried to move, but my body had no strength, Terry was also unable to get us on our feet.
My father hardened his alpha claws, and swiftly swooped across my mother's neck.
It was as if time stood still, my mother's face expressionless, blood splashing out from her fatal wound. Her body dropped to the floor. Her being began to writhe in pain as I realized she was losing air. Her body continued to squirm, her eyes dilating in fear, whilst her blood kept pouring. My eyes only could cry at the sight, my mom soon came to a halt, and took her last breath.
All of the pain I felt, all of the pain she felt, was choking my soul. Despite my desperate plea, my body still could not move! My mom was dead! Please Moon Goddess stop this mad man! Please save her! Please I will do anything! I prayed and cried over and over again.
I felt my already numb body being lifted from the cold floor, my father grabbed me by the arm and whispered into my ear, ''Alpha's can never wed Omegas, they're filth, remember that.'' and was slammed so hard into the floor I completely lost conscious.
I don't remember much after that, the years have gone by and I despised my father with every inch of my soul. I could not remember attending a funeral, or saying my last goodbyes. The only thing I remembered were those words, and pain. I didn't understand any of it, why did he have to kill my mom?! She didn't do anything but love and forgave him every single damn time! I didn't even know why he didn't kill me too! Why was I alive? Am I meant to suffer? Am I meant to be unhappy?!
Growing up I also lost faith for the Moon Goddess, all I did was hard physical training and plotting any opportunity to avenge my mother's death. My cries and prayers fell on death ears, so what did it matter? Terry was in agreement to this, and that was when I felt my soul darken.
My training went on, and my father always kept a close eye on me. Did not allow any females or weak opponents near me. I did not need any of that anyway. My soul burned, Terry's alpha did not succeed with its hunt, and it will come true if it was until the last breath we took.
We went through one of the harshest battles we held within our self, we had to bite our tongues and stagger on 'till the time was right.
Then, it came to the day I challenged my father for the alpha title. I was young, broken, and spiteful. My father did not go down without a fight, all the scars I've collected from all those times were reopened that day.
''Do you actually think you can beat me boy?'' he menacingly laughed.
I stayed focus. Terry seething through his jaws.
''I've never forgotten that day, how you brutally killed mom.'' I reminded.
He did not flinch, I saw no remorse in his expressions, instead he let out another laugh, ''I did us a favor by getting rid of her, it was pathetic when I found out she had no alpha blood at all!'' he bellowed.
''That gave you no right to take her life,'' I got into position to attack. I can feel the alpha aura pulsing through my body and excreting into the air.
''That weak stench of yours is pathetic, Drake, I can still smell the Omega in you,'' he lunged forward.
Terry pounced gracefully off with his hind legs, my father struck again, only to be dismissed by my evasion. Terry seemed more calm and controlled than before. He didn't just lash out, this time, it was my father who was in a frenzy.
''I'm going to tire him out first,'' Terry instructed.
The environment around us shook, and nature was becoming less serene. Our auras clashed against one another, our ambition soared. I was determined not to lose today.
''Cynthia was worthless!'' he spat.
I hesitated for a moment. Big mistake. He sent a harsh blow to my rib cage. I lost my composure and was sent flying back. My backside impacted against the arena walls, a familiar breathlessness pain returned to me. I can feel the memories come rushing back in, the blood all over the kitchen, the brutal swipe, my mother.
''Drake calm down,'' Terry urged.
He killed my mom! This bastard deserves to die! I f*****g hate his guts!
''Yes I know, but we must do this without going red,'' my wolf reminded.
Yes. Because I remembered when I did go red, my vision blurred and I lost control. I was utterly defeated. I heaved heavily and got back onto my foot.
''He's trying to take advantage of you,'' Terry warned, ''He's using your mom as his trump card.''
Analyzing this had came out to be true. I was still very sentimental of my mom, her last expression for me should have never been fear. I had to stop blaming myself for having alpha blood, but I remembered who's hands took her life.
My father struck out for an enforced blow, but I swiftly dodged it at the nick of time. The momentum of his action had taken it's toll because he had lost his balance, and for that split second I gladly delivered his punishment. My hind claws swoop in a low kick manner and ripped the Achilles tendon on his right foot. The bastard howled in pain and stumbled forward. He hopped and tried to regain his balance.
Hell no.
I let my fury unfold, my claws deepened into his back, my legs wrapped behind him and we fell to the ground. Terry snarled and continued his frenzy, his blood, his screams, his pain! It all felt so good! He could not get out of my lock, my palms yanked the back of his hair and started to pummel his face into the ground. His body became bloody, a red pool of blood formed beneath us. But, I did not stop. I did not want to.
''NOT MUCH OF A TALKER NOW HUH?!'' I screamed at the top of my lungs.
There was no response.
''f**k you, f**k you, f**k you!" I continued to curse.
There was no words, no reactions, his body was still. My father... was dead.
I couldn't help but feel so alive, I finally had gotten my life's purpose! To avenge my mother. I disgustingly looked down at his corpse, the pack cheered in unison at the sight of the match.
''All hail Drake's Reign,'' the pack let out a howl in gratitude to their new alpha. I did not care for the cheers or applause, I still felt unsatisfied. It was all too easy! This man who tortured me all my life, the bastard who took away the only love in my life, was no longer breathing. Then, I had realized, he got to escape me by dying. I should have made him suffer slowly. I should have just taunted and enjoyed his slow demise. I should ha---
''Master Drake?--''
All my thoughts and emotions were sucked back into me as I snapped back into reality. I let out one heavy breath as I looked around.
''Are you quite alright mi Lord?'' Gerald asked.
f**k. I hadn't had that flash back in a long time. I rested my palm along one side of my face, my cheeks feeling flushed from reliving that horrid memory.
''Yeah, I'm just going to call it early today, please have the boys do their rounds for tomorrow.'' I instructed.
''As you wish sir,'' he then dismissed himself to carry out his duty.
As I walked up the stairs into the mansion, I tried to keep the thoughts back. But they were irking to retell it's atrocity. I was a monster compared to now, I don't recall ever having to go back to those ways.
Except I did.
When Sarah had gotten kidnapped.
The reminiscence was throbbing in my temples. I shook my head vigorously attempting to clear my mind. It was not working! The blurred memory of Alex's betrayal, his face smashed into the earth, his numb body accepting my blows beyond death, and me... enjoying every moment of it.
No.
I had to stop, I could feel the alpha blood beginning to pulse within me. I began to stumble and accidentally bump into the walls. My head hurt, my heart was beating rapidly, my eyes began to dilate uncontrollably. I blindly kept going, I burst through the massive double doors, and my vision caught a glimpse of her.
My beloved Luna.
I felt my body instinctively drag itself towards her, I could barely make out her expression but as I got closer she grabbed and pulled me onto the bed. Taken a back from this I resisted to pull away from her, but her strength, and her warmth, soothed me. She did not say a word, she just continued to hold me.
''It's okay my love,'' she whispered, ''I'm here.''
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