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Chapter 5

THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW

Two thousand years ago.

Wolves gathered around for the annual celebration of the Blood moon. The celebration was often called ‘The dance of the Aima Fengari.’

On this day, Selene would send down Mávros and Áspro. These two brothers were the dancers of the Aima Fengari. They would form circles around the moon and fall to Earth, where they would be offered as a sacrifice to the goddess.

The twins were just like yin and yang; they balanced each other. Mavros being the god of destruction needed someone to calm him down when he got too upset and Aspro was the perfect man for the job.

They stood on the altar which had a knife on it, a book, a bowl, and candles. It was like a ritual to please the goddess. Just as they were about to be sacrificed, Mávros smelled the arousal of Ophelia.

“Abomination.” He whispered, scanning the crowd for the silver eyes of the goddess’ daughter.

Áspro knew very well what his brother was talking about. Ophelia wasn’t supposed to mate or get aroused by a mortal as it was forbidden. The air suddenly became chilly. The goddess knew of the abominable act and was here to punish her daughter.

“Ophelia.” Selene’s voice sent a chill running down the spine of the wolves around. They all had their heads bowed. No one had ever seen the face of the goddess and lived to take another breath.

Ophelia rushed out of the temple, beads of sweat could be seen on her forehead. Her heart hammered against her chest as she took in her mother’s angry figure. She knew she had gotten herself into trouble. “Great mother of wolves.” She breathed.

Darius King got on one knee, head bowed. His form shook as the goddess’ anger made his wolf tremble. He just couldn’t resist the beauty of Ophelia, and since he did not have a mate, he felt it was okay to do it.

“Do not call me that.” She warned, “You have brought shame upon me, and it hurts my pride as a goddess,” She darted her eyes to Darius, “You dare do such?”

“Forgive me, it was a mistake.” He pleaded, “I didn’t know what I was doing.”

No excuse was acceptable to her. She was pissed, and that was all she cared about. Whether or not he meant to do it; it didn’t matter. He had done it after all.

“From this moment, Darius King, you shall have no control of your beast on a day like this. On the day of the blood moon, you shall die by your own claws. They shall pierce your chest and burst your heart. The next blood moon shall be your last.”

The angered goddess turned to the female she had once considered her daughter. It pained her that her child stooped so low to mate a mortal. Mávros went to stand behind Ophelia as he already knew what her punishment was going to be.

“You shall conceive a child. One that will cause you so much pain. You shall carry that child for four years, and those four years will be full of misery for you. Ophelia, four years from now you shall conceive Mávros in the form of a mere mortal. He shall be the one to cause you pain.”

Mávros turned Ophelia to face him and then touched her stomach. He looked away from her teary eyes and to where his brother stood, “We shall meet again, brother.”

Áspro smiled at his brother, “Till then.”

And just like that, Mávros vanished. Where he once stood now had a black mark on it; a mark that could never be erased by anyone.

“Let this be a warning to all. No one should help Ophelia conceive Mávros else, I’ll bring death and destruction upon the werewolf race. Let this day be remembered.”

PRESENT DAY

Layton’s beast, Olethros, had taken control of his body on Mavros’ command. Olethros was a demon wolf that possessed Layton’s beast side. The god of destruction felt like watching werewolves beg for mercy. To him, it was the only fun part of the job. After all, there was no longer a need to hide. He had made his identity known to the Alpha King himself.

“What’s the problem? You haven’t seen a guy that can control fire before?” He questioned, bending down to the level of a pleading Alpha.

He had killed the pack guards like they were nothing. To him, they were like tiny ants he could crush under his feet when he felt like it. Mortals couldn’t withstand his raw power. They would fall to his feet.

“Please spare us. I’ll do anything, whatever you want.” The Alpha got on his knees and held the leg of his destruction.

“Don’t beg me, I’ll still kill you.” He said truthfully, “However, I have something interesting to show you.” He smiled at the Alpha.

The Alpha’s honey brown eyes looked up at Olethros’ red ones that had a mischievous glint in them. ‘What could he be up to?’ he wondered, praying it had nothing to do with his soul mate.

“Luna Jocelyn, please come.” He brought his hand for her to hold.

Jocelyn looked at her mate, who gave a small nod, signifying she should obey him. She placed her hand in his and he smiled at her.

“Watch closely.” He said, looking down at the Alpha to ensure he was looking at what he intended to do.

Jocelyn soon felt his hand get hot, causing her skin to burn, and she screamed in pain. The sound of her skin sizzling had her mate growling at Olethros, but he didn’t care. He could kill the both of them without breaking a sweat.

“Stop! Please stop!” Jocelyn cried.

“Where’s the fun in that? I want to see how high pitched you are. Scream for me, Jocelyn.” He winked at the crying woman.

“Randy, help me.” She reached for her mate’s hand, but Olethros pulled her towards himself.

Randy clenched his fist and got up from the floor. Knowing fully well that he couldn’t defeat Olethros with mere punches, he sprinted to the torture room. When he returned, he had a silver knife in his hand.

Olethros on the other hand didn’t look fazed at all, “Lovely toy you’ve got there. What game shall we play with it? Cut fingers or stab the Alpha?”

“How about fuck you?” The Alpha growled, slowly approaching the monster in front of him.

Olethros let go of Jocelyn and clapped like he had just watched an amazing show, “You’ve just given me an idea. I’m sure you’ll love it so much.” He said.

Randy gripped the knife as his eyes flickered between his mate and every werewolf’s nightmare. His priority was saving his mate, and he was willing to risk his own life. If not for anything, but for their daughter, Rebecca.

“I want you to stab your mate.” He stated, “And when I say stab her, I mean bury the knife in her Vagina. How does that sound?” He smiled, waiting for Randy’s response.

Randy had a look of disgust on his face. He could never have thought of something that despicable.

“What are you waiting for? Go on.” Olethros sat on a chair, “Or I’ll make you.”

“I would rather die than do that to my mate.” The sight of his mate crying in the corner brought tears to his eyes. If this was a regular werewolf, he would rip out his throat.

Randy lifted the knife to take his own life, but Olethros stopped him. “Why can’t you be a nice little Alpha and do as I asked?” he said, shaking his head in disappointment, “Very well then.”

He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them, his red eyes had a black swirl in them. This was the handiwork of Mavros. It would enable him to take control of the Alpha’s body.

“Do it.” He ordered.

Randy nodded and took slow steps towards Jocelyn, who was now screaming for help. Not like anyone would want to get involved with Olethros. It would be suicide. Jocelyn stood up to run, but Randy pushed her back down.

He put her hands above her head before using the knife to stab both hands, putting them in place. She screamed as the silver burned her skin. Blood seeped from the wound, much to Mavros’ pleasure.

Randy then lifted up his mate’s yellow dress after holding her leg in place. Her black undergarment was now on display.

“Please make it stop.” She begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

“This is so much fun, right?” Olethros asked a crying Jocelyn.

He watched closely as Randy pulled down his mate’s undergarment, revealing her lady part. Randy turned to Olethros as he awaited an order.

“Do it.”

With that order, Randy removed the knife from her hands and plunged it deep into his mate. As soon as the deed had been done, he was no longer under Mavros’ control. Jocelyn cried out in pain as the silver burned and got into her bloodstream. She would die soon.

“I’m sorry.” Randy pulled her to his chest.

The sound of clapping had Randy turning his head in the monster’s direction, “So touching.” He wiped a fake tear, “The blank look on your face when you did it was the best part. I’ll tell you what,” He got up from the chair, “How about we go out there and kill the rest of the pack? They would have been able to run for their lives, but with the barrier, they can’t. What do you say?”

“You’re a monster.” Randy spat.

“Thank you so much for the compliment, Alpha Randy. Now take your Alpha behind outside!”

Randy swallowed and walked to the pack grounds where over three hundred pack members stood. Males held their mates and pups close at the sight of their destruction.

“Hello everyone,” Mavros greeted with a smile, “I would like you all to stand in a straight line while your beloved Alpha cuts off your head.” There was a sick smile on his face. When he saw that no one was stepping forward, his smile turned into a frown.

“Why don’t you just kill them yourself? Why must I kill my people?” Randy questioned.

“I don’t like getting my hands dirty. Besides, it makes it more fun. Don’t you think?”

With a man like this walking around freely, the werewolf world was in danger, and nothing could save them.

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