Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

“A war is coming, Damon,” his voice filled my ears, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Anger flooded me at the way he addressed me without adding my title. But I contained it. I wanted to hear what the bastard would say.

“You will be overthrown, and your life will be wasted just like your brother’s and Ivy’s.”

“Enough!” I bellowed, growling at him and slashing his face with my claws. My voice was so loud that I could feel the room vibrate.

I could feel rage overtaking me as smoke radiated from my body.

How dare he mention my late brothers and my mate?

And my problem.

His words only brought back memories I had tried so hard to forget. They were like a sharp knife piercing my heart, reopening a half-healed wound.

I shut my eyes to stop the hot tears from streaming down my face. Seeing me cry was the last thing I wanted.

No one had ever seen me cry, and no one ever would!

The memories resurfaced in a rush, playing in my head. It was so vivid that I could picture every detail.

The rogue’s attack on my pack made me lose everything I loved dearly—my mate and my brothers.

We were triplets, Alpha Kings ruling over other packs fearlessly, but I was the only one left alive. For years, I tried to move on, but I was stuck.

No matter what I did, I never healed. I was broken, and no one could fix me.

I acted tough before my subjects, but deep down, I was shattered to pieces. I needed help, but I wasn’t about to let anyone see my vulnerability. I was the Alpha King.

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Moving on seemed almost impossible. Most nights, I saw them and talked to them as if they still existed. I knew I couldn’t move on, no matter how hard I tried. Instead, I buried myself in work, but that only made me more cruel and ruthless.

I bit my lips hard as guilt washed over me.

Maybe if I had been there in time, my brothers wouldn’t have been captured and killed, and our mate wouldn’t have drowned in the river with our… No! I couldn’t think about it. The last thing I wanted was to lose control in front of this son of a bitch.

Molten anger rolled through me as I grabbed the man by his collar, choking him hard and pinning him with my blazing eyes.

“How dare you speak of my brother and our mate?!” I roared, punching him so hard in the face that he lost all his teeth.

But I wasn’t done with him yet.

I would tear him limb from limb!

I would make sure he wouldn’t forget me in a hurry after I killed him in the most unimaginable way.

Satisfaction coursed through me as his fear nearly suffocated him faster than I choked him.

Now, I could feed on his fear.

I growled, baring my canines at him, irritated by the way his eyes rested on mine.

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