Fated to the scarred Alpha

Musings of a crazy wolf

*Danix*

Fool! I was so close, yet I shouldn't have waited this long. I should have made my claim years ago.

"What choice did I have? I had to fend off suspicions," I argue with myself.

But twelve years? I have been a fool.

I pace with agitation. So close. So close. So close. Now I might only ever be Beta Danix Rafe, and never Alpha Snow Moon.

Twelve years ago, I sent my man to the tower to dispense with my troublesome nephews. I was going to claim a hunting accident. It was a poor explanation, and I knew it at the time, but creativity has never been my strong suit.

Only, the lads somehow managed to escape. Search parties had no success in finding them. The boys skillfully eluded me until even I began to believe the rumors that they were actually dead.

I shouldn't have waited to press my claim to the titles, but I didn't want to be suspected of foul play. Not that it would have done me any good. A half-blind man could see the twins' remarkable resemblance to their father.

Only one of them does. The other is half-blind, which fosters a weakness and will make him easier prey.

"After tonight's fiasco, you can't think you can get away with killing them," I tell myself. “People would suspect …”

I must. Lucretia will leave me if I once again become nothing… just as the lads' mother tossed me over for their father, for Randall. She was mine. But it took only one smile from Randall for her to turn her favors toward him. She said she loved him, but all she wanted was the title, to be Luna. It's all any woman wants.

"But three murders…"

Accidents. Just as one befell their father. The family is cursed.

"No one will believe it."

They believed my father died of illness. I proved to him how clever I was.

I stop pacing and stare into the fire. "You are not as clever as your brother," my father told me over and over as I was growing up.

"I am clever." My laughter echoes around me. "Even my father had to admit how clever I was in the end when the poison had done its work and all thought he had simply fallen ill." But when he died, Randall became Alpha and stole my love.

He had to pay for his betrayal, for his thievery.

"I never should have listened to you," I whisper to the shadows that have long been my companions.

And Eve never should have taken a bite from the apple. I have tasted vengeance. Surely, I would not pass up a feast.

I lick my lips, already savoring the sweetness of it.

I will be the Alpha of Snow Moon.