Chapter 3 Slowing the Curse

• Zephyr's POV:
• I am the Alpha of the Bloodnight Pack. A century ago, our ancestors held great power and struck fear into other races across the continent.
• To foster diversity among the species, the gods placed a curse upon us. Whenever a strong Alpha emerged, he would suffer from bloodlust, weakening our abilities.
• Now, I am that strong Alpha, and the curse has found me.
• On nights when the moon is full, the pain would be unbearable. My skin would rot, and my insides would burn as if they were on fire. The only relief would only come when I mate with a pure werewolf who has special blood or drink her blood directly.
• My father, the old Alpha of our pack, has taken my place as Alpha. He tried to keep our reputation intact, even as we began to lose the strength that came from having a true Alpha.
• While he held the title, I wandered from pack to pack, disguised as a Rogue. I searched for the one who could lift my curse.
• I hadn't found the cure yet, but I did find my mate.
• In that moment, I thought the Moon Goddess had not forsaken me. I discovered my mate, my one true love, within the Windwood Pack.
• She was the daughter of the Alpha, noble and kind. No words could truly express her beauty.
• But her father would never allow a Rogue to be with her.
• A Rogue, in his eyes, was unworthy of such a precious princess. Only the strongest Alpha in the land could claim her.
• Even though I was the most powerful Alpha, the curse made me weak. At any moment, I could become the frailest werewolf.
• I couldn't reveal my true identity to Caitlyn. I feared how she might react.
• Because of my love for her, I felt small and unworthy.
• Yet Caitlyn was willing to abandon everything to be with me.
• Just when I started to feel hope, my father found a female werewolf with the special blood I sought.
• I thought my curse would no longer keep us apart.
• I wanted to take her away and offer her everything this world had to give.
• I planned to tell her the truth: that I was the Alpha of the Bloodnight Pack. We would have a grand ceremony, and she would be the most respected Luna in the realm.
• I would wait for her, no matter how long it took, if she would only come with me.
• But what I received was her rejection. My beloved refused to be my mate.
• I had believed I found the sweetest love and the perfect mate, but it had all been a mirage. She had toyed with my heart.
• Pain, despair, and fury washed over me.
• I swear, I will make her pay. That wicked woman will feel every bit of the pain I have suffered today!
• As my hurt twisted into anger, the pain in my body became easier to bear. I straightened up as the carriage came to a halt. I stepped out and headed toward the villa.
• At the entrance, a figure awaited me.
• "Sir, the one you asked for is ready. She's inside," he said, glancing up at me. But when his eyes met my face, he recoiled, breathing heavily. "Sir, your face … "
• One side of my face held a rugged charm. The other side, however, looked like a nightmare, covered in dark crimson veins that seemed to throb, as if my skin would tear apart.
• I stood there, radiating the fierce presence of the strongest Alpha in this land. The werewolf in front of me trembled and sank to the ground.
• Beside me, a Gamma lifted his foot and kicked the man hard. "Shut up! Open the door!"
• "Yes, yes!" The man rushed like a frightened child, scrambling to the door.
• With a soft click, the door opened.
• I entered carefully, and my companion closed the door behind us.
• Inside, the female werewolf awaited me. The one with the special blood.
• Tonight, I would join with this stranger to lift my curse.
• She was clad in a white nightgown. From the back, she looked so much like the woman who spurned me.
• For a single, ridiculous moment, I thought that woman was my cure.
• The violent tendency I desperately put to sleep earlier stirred once more. I approached my cure and grabbed her like she was a lifeless doll, then I tore her clothes apart and covered her head with it.
• Her skin was fair, and her body almost looked like Caitlyn's. I felt aroused just from seeing it.
• And that was just because the woman looked so much like her.
• I felt furious and embarrassed at myself for this.
• Angrily, I turned the woman around and made her lie on the ground in the most degrading position I could think of.
• This whore's honeypot was already leaking hard enough. It was like a mouth hungry for my member.
• Imagining the honeypot as Caitlyn's, I held up my member and pointed it at the entrance with all the fury and love I had for her.