Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 11

***Kaiden***

I know how bad my reputation is. In the eyes of the world, I'm the vicious Alpha who savors the thrill of killing for pleasure under every full moon's eerie glow. Honestly, I never bothered to clarify these rumors. I don't care about the opinions of others. The opinions of others are as inconsequential to me as the dust beneath my feet. In fact, the terror my reputation instills in my enemies has always been a convenient advantage.

However, beneath the veil of dread that shrouds my name, there's a well-guarded secret that nobody suspects. A secret that would shatter the myths and tales spun around me. Contrary to popular belief, I don't take a human life every full moon. Instead, it's an innocent creature, an animal like a bear or a deer, that falls victim to my cursed hunger. The choice of prey matters little; it's their blood I seek, an insatiable craving that drives me forward.

The burden of this secret, the weight of the truth hidden behind my fearsome facade. The tension between the image I projected to the world and the reality I concealed stirred a tumultuous inner turmoil.

At the tender age of 15, Troy and I ruled over vast territories with an iron fist, our dominance unchallenged and merciless. I followed my father's commands without a hint of hesitation, unflinchingly obedient. It was in the midst of one of these brutal battles that I committed an act I'd forever carry as a burden — the killing of a rogue who had a witch for a mate.

Before her life slipped away, the dying witch cast a spell upon me, a malevolent incantation that would haunt me for eternity. With every approaching full moon, an insatiable hunger for blood would consume me. The dire consequence of failing to sate this relentless craving was unthinkable — Troy would transform into an uncontrollable beast, a destructive force without restraint.

Those words, uttered by the witch as she hovered on the precipice of death, had etched themselves into my memory with unforgiving clarity. "Everything around you will only be destruction," she had forewarned, her voice laden with an ominous finality. "You will self-destruct."

Luckily at the time, there was a witch in the pack that softened the effects of the spell, but she was unable to remove the spell completely. Then, instead of needing to kill a person, I "only" need to kill an animal every full moon. The problem is that during this period, I get very unsettled, Troy transforms in such a way that we cannot distinguish who is who.

Thus, to avoid any accidents, every full moon, I go to an isolated park to hunt. Chad and Jason already know, so they forbid anyone from going there. They don't have to try very hard as the rumor that I kill for fun spreads fast, and everyone avoids me during this period.

I don't know who started the rumor. It could have been some people who worked in the packhouse because I was always covered in blood the day after the full moon, or it may have been some local who saw me in this murderous state during the full moon.

Anyway, this rumor has taken on such a dimension that, over the years, it has become a legend that everyone in the pack is afraid of.

Last night, it was a moose's turn. This time, it was challenging because there were some unaware people around the park, and I couldn't control myself, and I had to self-harm to try to control Troy.

He was aggressive. He couldn't make out anything in front of him. I tore his paws with my claws, and when he was calmer, I attacked the moose to be able to quench himself. He devoured the moose in a gruesome way, thirsting for blood.

After Troy finished killing him, I shifted and continued walking naked for some time. I just wanted to get out of that scene, away from that smell of blood. The wounds I did to me were very deep. With every step I took, I felt the pain of the wounds tearing and blood pouring out. During the full moon, my injuries don't recover like they usually do, they take a long time to heal, this was one of the side effects of switching from killing people to killing animals.

When I was far enough away, I just sat on the ground near a tree that had some clothes for situations like this. I took some pants and a T-shirt and put them on so I wouldn't freeze in the cold.

It's winter, and everything is covered in snow. Even though my temperature is super high, in my human form, I still need clothes. As soon as I got dressed, I fell on the floor.

I was feeling exhausted. How long will I have to go through this?

Sometimes I just want to disappear. Every full moon is always this suffering. I hate losing control of anything, let alone losing control of my own body. If I had known that witch would curse me, I would have killed her first.

If there was any way to get this curse off me, I would try.

I would trade it for anything.

However, not even the witch in our pack could do it, and she was very powerful. She tried for so many years and in as many ways as possible. She came up with a different solution almost every month, but it never removed the curse, even though she was one of the most powerful witches there was at the time. Sadly, she died five years ago, and along with her, also died my chances of removing this spell.

After falling to the ground, it didn't take long before I lost consciousness. The blood from my wounds started to stain the snow around me, and the last thing I thought before I lost consciousness was that these wounds will take a long time to heal. Fuck.

I don't know how long I lay on the ground, or if I died, but when I came back to consciousness, I wasn't lying face down anymore. I was lying on my back, and my head was resting on the lap of an angel.

When I saw those grayish-green eyes staring back at me, the only thing I thought was that I had died and gone to heaven. I wasn't feeling any pain, and that was weird because I should be squirming right now.

I could get lost in her eyes. It seemed that my happiness was hidden inside them. Her eyes were the first thing I noticed.

I stared at her face for a while, unable to look away.

Immediately, Troy squealed with happiness in my mind.

'*MATE*!' he said.