[Alric]
If anyone was excited in the pack that the curse had tried to run away, it would be me. So when the Supreme ordered her disposal, I was more than glad to accept that mission myself—together with two other teams.
Not merely for the satisfaction of killing her. More than that.
To devour her. To feel her. To make her scream—not just in agony…
But in lust too.
My dear little curse, I couldn't wait.
But something went wrong during our hunt. The first group of hunters, led by Beta Darvin, abandoned the mission unexpectedly. Darvin wasn't the kind of man to drop his responsibilities without a reason.
At the time, I wanted to question him. I really did. But the lust-driven fog in my brain forced me against it.
That was my first mistake.
By following the scent left by the second squad, we reached an intersection. And what I saw there dreaded me to continue.
Mutilated corpses of Adrian and his entire squad of delta's.
For the Goddess's sake, I was terrified.
Whoever killed a powerful Beta and his entire team without a sound wasn't someone I could fight head-on. I doubted even my Alpha could do that without alerting the entire region.
Was it a Lycan?
My mind screamed at me to turn back. To report this to Alpha. To return with more hunters.
But no. Again, my lust-driven brain rejected the idea of retreat.
That was my second mistake.
Wanting to fuck her had become an obsession.
Her face… the helpless tears in her eyes…
That voluptuous figure… it all flashed through my mind, sealing my resolve.
So I let my urges take control of me. That's how I finally found her in the woods. And that was what took my breath away—figuratively and literally.
Surrounded by fallen trees and raining moonlight, she stood in the clearing, seemingly waiting for my embrace.
Her cheeks were stained with dried tears. My heart fluttered at the sight. I wanted to rush to her. To make her cry. But I held myself back.
I was always the cautious Beta of my Alpha. Unlike the hot-blooded Adrian or the over-responsible Darvin. That's what made me the Alpha's favourite.
Even if I thirsted to fuck his sister, I never showed it openly—unlike others in the pack. That's what made her guard drop around me. It helped me in many ways, actually.
Like peeking while she bathed. Touching her here and there—unintentionally, of course.
So even after I believed that a helpless girl like her couldn't kill a Beta, I still didn't jumped into her. What if there was other possibilities?
I sent my Deltas instead. To serve as both cannon fodder and a show of my authority.
And it proved right. Brutally, completely right.
She wasn't a helpless girl, as everyone believed. She was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"Come across, my dear friends. I may transport y'all to a heaven no one returns from…"
Her voice echoed into the woods—calm, cruel, confident. And her eyes? They locked onto the tree I was hiding behind.
No way. Absolutely no way she sensed me. She was just a wolf less cunt. There was no way she could fight us—elite warriors. My overconfidence…
My disregard for her…
That was what caused my fall.
It was the last and final mistake I ever made.
[Lyra]
I knew this Beta. Alric was his name. The most disgusting Beta under my brother.
Under his indifferent façade, he hid the real, lust-driven nature within. That was what he believed himself to be.
Experiences with him played through my mind, making me frown in disgust. The mere sight and the male hormones oozing out of him—made me retch.
I could feel my wolf mirroring the same revulsion.
'I always wanted to kill him.'
Me too, Kira. That moment had finally arrived.
Two of the injured Deltas staggered back cautiously. They might have sensed the danger from me. I was sure that if their leader ordered a retreat, they would follow instantly.
But no.
That man was too full of himself to even consider retreating. I could feel his emotions shift, from doubt to fear, then back from fear to lust.
I nearly laughed at him. It seemed like his brain was in his dick.
Good for me.
Such men were easy to control—
'And easy to kill.'
True.
The Deltas appeared to be talking with their Beta through the mind-link, their expressions shifting a few times before settling on resolve.
I also expanded my senses to the maximum, studying every detail in the atmosphere. Gone were the days when werewolves had only physical power.
The Void had corrupted them and gifted them magic. But the price they paid to use that magic was immense.So unless I forced them or gave them enough time to be forced by me, they never use magic in the first place.
Still, I was sure if this fight dragged out again, they would use it. That might force me to shift myself. I would've gladly shifted if not for Kira's protesting against it.
'I last groomed six months ago… no way I'm coming out.'
I twitched my lips. Was that the reason? Kira, weren't you the one who always wanted to come out? What happened now?
I knew the reason too. I just wanted to hear her say it.
'What if any of our mates are here? First impression is best impression.'
I twitched my lips again.Then what about me? I had already shown them my disheveled appearance. Somehow, my face blushed at that thought.
I hadn't worn a bra beneath me, so they might have…
'Ugh… stop that crap and finish the work here. If your father personally comes, that will be troublesome.'
Yes. My gaze wandered between the Deltas circling me. Then my head snapped toward the larger wolf emerging from behind the tree.
Its fur was snow white—an inherited trait of the Whitehowl Pack.
In the northern region, they were believed to have the most beautiful wolf forms.That was what they believed. In my eyes, they were no different from that Moon Goddess.
Demons disguised as holy saints.
"If you surrendered…" he began, jaw parting to speak.
"Oh, stop that crap. Come and fight, you dickhead." I cut him off.
The always-composed expression on him shattered like fractured glass, a sight to behold. I decided to break that glass further as I continued.
"Or is it that your dick isn't working the way you hoped it would?"
His expression fully fractured into what I'd call a deep scowl. His Deltas mirrored his emotions as they rushed toward me together.
"Come on… so you really can't get erect without outside help?"
And with that, he joined the attack too. That was all I needed. A dark glint passed through my eyes as my lips curled into a grin.
A dark moss of shadow oozed from my palms, quickly forming into the size of a double-edged sword.
I spun without moving from my spot, the shadow in my hand swirling outward. When I stopped, all that remained on the mud floor were scattered bones and skin.
Not even a single drop of blood was left in their corpses. And so, my thirst was quenched.
Completely.