Alpha's Cursed Luna
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ALEXANDER

Marching my way into the packhouse belonging to the Blue Mountains pack, I circled my eyesthrough the hallway, examining the whole place along with the faces of each werewolf who refusesto meet my gaze. Even from a distance I could practically see their bodies tremble and their lipsquiver in utter fear.

As I stepped further inside the main hall, I saw a little girl heading to my direction. One look at hersweet face and I felt my heart melt at the sight of pure innocence coming my way. I planned tokneel and receive her in my arms when a woman, who I guessed was the girl's mother, dragged heraway from me. Throwing me nervous glances with eyes filled with extreme fear. I stopped in mytracks. Watching them walk away whilst the little girl's subtle cries resonated across the hall. Evenwhen I could barely hear the girl's cries anymore, I couldn't erase the image of that woman's fearfuleyes off my mind.

I whipped my head and saw the same look in the eyes of other werewolves in my surroundings.Why are they acting so afraid? I thought to myself, furrowing my brows as I let my eyes roam theplace.

They have lost confidence...’ Loki whispered, pushing his eyes forward to see these wolves himself.Using my own senses, he sniffed the fear in the air, reeking from their bodies. Each of their faceslooked downcast. Hopeless.

A frown covered my face as I looked over every one of them hanging their heads low, as if they aretoo afraid to fight.

Shoving my wolf to the back part of my mind, I cleared my throat. Somehow the act caused severalwolves to flinch in their spots.

“I am looking for a person named Barbara. Does any one of you know her or where she is?” Iannounced, trying not to make my voice seem too loud or demanding considering their appearanceby now.

A few seconds passed in silence when a woman suddenly stepped forward. I whipped my head andeyed her from a short distance. She had shoulder-length raven hair, pale skin and caramel browneyes, shaped into thin almond with short, thin lashes blinking at me.

I squinted at her, eyeing her up and down.

"Are you Barbara?” I questioned, my voice coming out harsher than anticipated.

She raised her trembling hands, biting her lower lip whilst she looked directly into my eyes.

“N-No, Alpha. My name is Paula and Barbara is my friend. May I ask your purpose for coming to seeher?” She asked with obvious excitement evident in her voice. Judging by the look in her face, it wasclear she had me in some wild imagination transpiring in her mind.

Folding my arms against my chest, I stared down at her with raised brows.

“No, you may not. I need you to tell me where she is...NOW."

I grumbled, enough to instill fear into her that made her nod several times.

She pointed her finger to the stairs without tearing her gaze from mine.

“Lead me to her.” I straightened, dropping my hands to my sides. Gulping, she nodded nervouslyand gestured for me to follow, while the others watched us walk around before disappearing intothe hallway.

The guards didn't stop me, if there was even any. I don't recall seeing anyone guard the border, thegates, not even the door to the packhouse.

I wonder why no rogues have tried to invade the area. Most of the time, rogues would immediatelytry to attack a pack, especially when they stumble on a pack which have lost its spirit, unity, andstrength. Now thinking of the circumstances of the Blue Mountains Pack now, I highly doubt therogues had not wanted to waste a good opportunity as this, with the absence of their Alpha andlack of security guards on patrol.

I halted in my tracks when we neared the doors. There were many, yet I could only focus myattention on one door.

"A-alpha?” Paula turned to me with a confused look.

Raising my hand in the air, she immediately took the signal and scurried to the opposite side.Something in the air smelt vile, it's sickening. I can vaguely make out the repugnant smell of lustand fear combined in one place.

Through the use of my enhanced hearing senses, I was able to hear a woman squirming behind theclosed door. I squinted at the sign which let me know it was the alpha’s office.

As I opened the door, I saw the same woman I had bumped into at the Royal Winder's Dinner. Aman was pinning her up against the wall, gripping her by the throat while the other hand grabbedboth wrists of the woman above her head.

The woman named Paula gasped behind me, “Barbara!” whilst my face darkened. Looking over thebald-headed son of a b*tch strangling a helpless woman against the wall.

So this is the woman I've been looking for.

As if by instinct, I grabbed the man’s shirt before he could even turn his head to me. Throwing himtowards the far corner of the room. It just so happens that I had used too much force on the bastardand his body collided with the glass cabinet. He fell face-first to the floor as the glass hit himdirectly on his bald head.

“Fuck!”

Small amounts of blood spluttered around the corner where he was lounged. Without intending, asmirk instantly crept to my face as I looked over him. I watched as he lifted his head and locked hisgaze on mine.

"You little piece of shit!” He growled noisily, heaving the giant glass cabinet pushing him on thefloor, out of his back before jumping to his feet with a loud thud.

I raised a brow, waiting for him to stride towards me. He shot me a look that told me he was goingto lunge straight at me any second. My body quickly reacted and I fixed my stance. By the time healmost managed to reach for my neck, I ducked, completely avoiding his long claws which doesn’tseem to measure up to mine. Swiftly moving past his body, I grabbed the top of his bald head,knocking his knees making him lose his balance as he fell with yet another loud thud on the tiledfloor.

He grunted in pain but I wasn't finished.

I picked him up off the floor by his shirt and landed probably three or more punches at his face. Iwasn't counting.

He tried to counter my attacks by punching my stomach. What he doesn't know, however, was thatmy entire front has turned into stone after ten years of constant training since the death of myparents.

That is why right after his fist collided with my rock-hard abs, his knuckles cracked and pulled it backinstinctively.

His face turned grim with fear and hopelessness as he glanced at my face, darkening in rage.

“Had enough?” I ask sarcastically, giving him a pointed look.

Despite the condition of his shaking body, his pride wasn't letting him back down and cower indefeat just yet. The proud asshole forced a snicker out his lips before randomly spitting blood to thefloor. He smiled devilishly, flashing me a gruesome image of his teeth smothered in his own fuckingblood.

My stomach churned in disgust although my face was completely devoid of emotions.

“Probably, at least I got to beat the sh*t out of that little slut of yours,” He chuckled, goading me topush past my limits and kill him. I wasted no time and punched him right in the gut. Dropping to hisknees, I held both sides of his head, letting him know what was about to come next.

"Say that to me one more time and I'll break your neck,” I threatened, but goddess knows how deadserious I become when it comes to nasty stuff f*ckers like this guy do to the ones I love.

I can feel his body shudder upon hearing my words

"You-you can't fucking do this to me! I'm the beta of this town!” He stuttered out, tumbling over thewords while raising his voice. I couldn't help but revel in the fear which remained clearly evident inhis tone.

Leaning down, I whispered, “And I'm the most dangerous Alpha you've come across with, beta”

I motioned my hand, about to break his darn neck when,

“Stop!”

I snapped my head up to the direction of a woman's voice.

“Dada!”

My jaw clenched as the same little girl who came up to me upon my entrance rushed over to theasshole trembling under my tight grip, wanting to embrace him but then stopped when he barked,“Get the f*ck away from me, rascal!”