1
1027 Words
The name Alpha Alexander was feared by every single pack, including alphas.
He had been given the title of 'bloodthirsty demon' because he didn't think twice before beheading his enemies and sending their heads back to their loved ones. Their bodies were like a fence to ward off potential enemies that wanted to try to defeat him.
He was heartless. Werewolves claimed he was made of the underworld and not from the moon goddess.
No matter who stood in his way of success, he would fight to make sure they were brought down, just so that he could remain at the top.
Although he was strong and feared, there was guaranteed to be a weakness for every strong alpha. Alexander wasn't left out either, his two weaknesses being his lust for women and the fear of getting everything taken away from him.
He had to control himself to make sure he didn't show any weakness to his enemies. Many had tried to discover them but they all wound up dead or worse.
One thing about Alexander was that he never kept a she-wolf for long. Once he was done satisfying his s****l desires, they were tossed away like pieces of trash.
Having a mate was a difficult task for him and he had since given up on his search for one. He assumed that he had long been cursed by the moon goddess. Still, he didn't care as long as he had his throne, his rules, and werewolves bowing to him. Nothing else seemed more important.
His only best friend was a beta named Robert. Both were alike for their bloodthirst and hunger to expand their pack.
His people loved him because no matter how dreadful he was, he would never allow any harm to come the way of his pack members. He was always more brutal to his enemies when it was something that concerned his pack members.
There was once a rumor across various packs, about him killing some rogue wolves that had attacked his pack as a demon-possessed. He had succeeded in slicing the head off of every rogue wolf, turning their skins into a foot mat for the victim's families to step on.
No rogue wolves dared to attack or come close to the silver blood crest for fear of being killed and their pelts used as mats or coats.
“I don't feel like attending any alpha summit, all they do is talk down on me expecting me to submit to them. I'd rather remain in my seat and have fun with the omegas,” Alexander said, storming into his office alongside Robert.
He has just read the summoning message by the king of alphas to attend the next summit.
“Trust me I don't want to go too but no matter how strong you are, you need to pay homage to the king of alphas. He is the only one that can put an end to you and you need to respect him,” Robert said, trying to talk sense into his best friend.
“I will fight to my last breath, who knows I might end him and save everyone the stress of gathering together,” he said, placing his legs on the table.
“Don't be too sure about that. We need to go and listen to whatever they'll say at the meeting. It's important for alphas and you are one of them,” Robert said.
“Fine, I will go but mind you, if they say something unpleasant about how I rule and act, I'm getting the f**k out of there and returning back here to my home and to the people who love me. Deal?”
“Deal. Get dressed and then we'll leave soon”
“What?”
“The meeting is tomorrow, we need to be on the next flight to Japan. Unless you don't want to rest before the meeting. I know I do and I want to have fun,” Robert said, tapping his friend's legs that were crossed on the table.
“Fine, tend to the things I will be needing for the journey,” he said before walking out of the office.
“I will send an omega to do that right away,” he said after him.
Being forced to the summit meeting where his topic was always the center of discussion wasn't what he wanted. No matter how many times he tried to avoid them, the beta won't just let him take a rest about it.
He got dressed in a black tuxedo, shiny black shoes and then knotted his tie before finally styling his hair. He was quite known for his fashion sense that got a lot of omegas, betas, and even alphas attracted to him.
He loved the aura he always gave out, the charming handsome bloodthirsty demon, his nickname kept getting longer and he loved every bit of it.
He got out of his room to meet his beta waiting for him with the bags and they set off to the airport. Soon enough, they boarded a plane heading to Japan.
He sat close to the window because the view always seemed to relax him as he thought of better ways to improve his pack.
They arrived in Japan at midnight and then booked two different rooms because Robert decided to have some pleasure tonight. Alexander, however, wasn't in the mood for pleasure with some female, he had many other things on his mind.
Taking off his tuxedo and accessories, he went to the bathroom, got cleaned up, and headed straight to his bed.
Alexander tossed around on the bed, thinking about the meeting, wondering what it would be like when he sat with the other alphas.
Perhaps, His Grace would condemn everything he did and tell him to submit to their rules with scorn laced in his voice.
He hated being told what to do, he loved being on top with all attention on him. He hated to be completely controlled by the alpha king.
He was going to make sure to set things straight so that his power wouldn't be taken away from him.
- Writer
