Alpha derrick Evans _POV
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Dawn was only beginning to stain the sky when I stepped out onto the balcony, a cigarette burning slowly between my fingers. The world was still quiet—good. I preferred it that way. Silence obeyed me better than people did.
The first light brushed against my skin, sharp and cold, but I didn’t move. I stood there until the cigarette was nothing but a dying ember, then flicked it away and walked back into the room.
She was still there.
the b***h I f**ked last night.
Face buried in my pillow, limbs lazy and useless across my sheets, worn out from trying to keep up with me.
Pathetic.
I didn’t bother speaking. I picked up her clothes, tossed them onto the bed, and let them land against her bare back.
“Get out.”
Two words. Flat. Final. No room for misunderstanding.
She scrambled up instantly—of course she did. No one ever lingered when my tone dropped like that. I didn’t spare her another look as I headed into the bathroom.
The shower was quick, the water hot, the steam thick. By the time I stepped out, towel around my waist and half-dressed, the scent of fear and hesitation was already in the air.
My beta stood in the doorway, eyes down, shoulders tight.
He knew better than to disturb me.
“Alpha,” he said quietly, “your parents request your presence downstairs for breakfast.”
Request.
Not summon.
Not command.
Just a polite reminder that they still held onto the illusion they had influence over me.
I pulled on my shirt, buttoning it slowly, my voice calm and ice-edged.
“Fine.”
The word wasn’t agreement.
It was a warning—
I’d show up, but on my terms.
I walked past my beta without stopping. He stepped aside instantly.
Everyone did.
Because I wasn't just the alpha of this pack.
I was the reason they breathed easy.
The reason they feared the dark.
The power they felt in their bones.
And this morning, like every morning, the world moved for me.The pack house was too bright for this hour. Too loud. Too alive.
Wolves moving around, pretending not to watch me as I descended the stairs. Their eyes dropped the second mine lifted.
Good.
Fear kept order.
As I approached the dining area, the scent of food mixed with the familiar tension that always rose whenever my parents were involved.
My father sat at the head of the long table, posture rigid, power radiating from him like a legacy he expected me to honor.
My mother sat beside him, calm but observant, watching everything the way only a Luna could.
Both of them looked up when I entered.
“Derrick,” my father said, voice steady, formal. “You’re up early.”
I took my seat without waiting to be offered one. “I don’t sleep much.”
A simple truth. Rest was a luxury I had outgrown years ago.
My mother gave me a pointed look. “Your beta said you had… company last night.”
I didn’t even blink. “Temporarily.”
My father exhaled sharply. “Derrick, you’re thirty-three. It’s time you started thinking about—”
“No.”
The word cut him off cleanly.
I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to.
The room shifted around the authority in that single syllable.
My mother’s expression softened with worry. “You can’t avoid the mate bond forever. The pack needs stability, an heir—”
“I won’t accept a weak mate,” I said coldly, leaning back in my chair. “And I won’t be forced into choosing one.”
My father’s jaw tightened. “The Moon Goddess chooses, not you.”
“I reject what doesn’t serve me.”
My tone didn’t waver. “Even fate.”
Silence fell.My mother’s breath broke.
Then another.
And suddenly she was crying—quiet at first, then harder, her shoulders shaking as she pressed a hand to her mouth.
“Derrick… the Blood Moon is coming,” she whispered, voice cracking under the weight of fear. “And when it rises, the curse will take effect. You’ll be thirty-five soon… we’re running out of time.”
I stared at her, unmoved.
The curse.
The prophecy.
The same story they had repeated since I was old enough to shift.
My father placed a hand on her shoulder, but even he looked shaken. “Your mother is right. You need to start looking for her—now. The seer came again last night. He said he has never sensed your fated mate so strongly.”
I leaned back in my chair, expression flat.
“Let him sense whatever he wants.”
My mother slammed her hand against the table, tears falling freely. “Derrick! This isn’t a choice! You will die when the Blood Moon rises if you don’t find her!”
Die.
They always used that word like it was supposed to terrify me.
I folded my arms. “I don’t chase bonds. If the Moon Goddess wants me tied, she can try harder.”
My father’s eyes flashed with anger. “Your power won’t save you from this curse.”
“My power saves me from everything,” I shot back.
My mother wiped her face, voice trembling. “The seer said she’s close, Derrick. Closer than ever. He can feel her energy aligning with yours. If you don’t open yourself to the bond, you’ll push her away before you even see her.”
I stood slowly.
The chair legs scraped against the floor, the sound slicing through the tension like a blade.
“I don’t open myself to anyone,” I said quietly. “Not even a mate.”
She sobbed harder.
My father looked at me with something between rage and desperation. “If you lose this chance—if the curse takes effect—you won’t be able to us shift again. You won’t be able to lead. You will weaken until the wolf inside you dies.”
A threat.
A warning.
A prophecy.
None of it touched me.
“Then the curse can try,” I replied Coldly
And with that, I turned and walked out.
The silence behind me cracked like glass, but I didn’t look back. Their fear. Their tears. Their warnings. All of it stayed behind at that table where they still believed fate had power over me.
The hallway shook slightly as the doors slammed shut behind me. My footsteps echoed through the pack house—sharp, heavy, controlled. Wolves froze where they stood. Some bowed instantly, others backed into the walls, making space as if my presence swallowed up the oxygen around them.
I didn’t slow.
The guards outside reacted immediately, rushing after me.
“Alpha—”
“I don’t need an escort,” I snapped without turning.
But they followed anyway. Not because I needed them—
but because the entire pack knew better than to leave me in a foul mood without support trailing behind.
Outside, the morning air was colder, sharper. The tension from breakfast clung to me like smoke as I headed for my car. My beta, Liam, was already there—because he always was. He opened the driver’s door before I could reach for it.
“Rough morning?” he asked carefully.
I slid into the seat, jaw tight. “Drive.”
He shut the door and got in on the other side. The guards scrambled into formation behind us as Liam started the engine. Gravel scattered as we pulled away from the pack house.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then he exhaled slowly. “Your mom was crying, Derrick.”
I stared straight ahead. “That’s her choice.”
“She’s worried. They both are.”
His voice softened, not with weakness—but with the kind of honesty he was allowed because we grew up together. “The curse… the Blood Moon… it’s not something you can keep ignoring.”
“I’m not ignoring it,” I said flatly. “I’m refusing it.”
Liam’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “There’s a difference between refusing something and pretending it can’t touch you.”
I turned my head slightly, eyes narrowing. “You think anything can touch me?”
Most wolves would’ve flinched.
Most would’ve apologized instantly.
But Liam wasn’t most wolves.
“That’s exactly the problem,” he muttered. “You act like you’re invincible. Like you don’t need anyone. But this curse? It doesn’t care that you’re the strongest alpha in the region.”
The car interior grew colder.
My aura thickened, darker, pressing heavy against the air, but he kept talking.
“You could die, Derrick. And you can’t lead a pack from a grave.”
I leaned back, unfazed. “Then I’ll beat the curse before it beats me.”
Liam shot me a sideways look. A mix of frustration… and worry.
“You know I’ll support anything you decide,” he said quietly. “I always have. But for once, think beyond your pride.”
Pride.
If only it were that simple.
“It’s not pride,” I said, voice low, dangerous. “It’s control.”
Liam didn’t argue.
He knew better.
We drove in silence the rest of the way until the tall glass building of my pack’s headquarters came into view—a symbol of power I built from the ground up.
Liam parked in my reserved spot and stepped out. The guards were already forming a perimeter when he circled to my side.
He lowered his voice. “Just… don’t walk into this day pretending you’re untouchable. The Blood Moon is getting closer. You can feel it too.”
I stepped out of the car, straightened my jacket, and looked him dead in the eye.
“I don’t feel fear,” I said. “And I don’t feel fate. I only feel what I allow.”
Liam sighed. “And what if something’s coming that you can’t control?”
A slow, cold smirk curved my lips.
“Then it won’t survive long.”
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