Page 8 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two

“I can’t eat yet. I’ll eat when mum comes to get us.”

He was about to mindlink Micah when he remembered he had told him to rest. With a sigh, he mindlinked Dylan instead. He still didn’t know how to deal with Dylan’s betrayal but he had to do what was best for his pack.

‘There’s a boy by the guardhouse holding a baby. Take them to my room and make sure they are taken care of. They can sleep there tonight. Find out who his mother is.’

He ruffled the boy’s hair as he stood up.

“Beta Dylan is coming to take you to the packhouse. You’re too close to the gate here,” he said.

He walked away before he started thinking too much. Before he started feeling too much. The pain had crippled him long enough.

The gates opened as he shucked his sweats and shifted instantly. Cain’s emotions pummelled down on him the second he gave the beast control. It wasn’t just the pain; it was the rage. Cain acted like a dick most of the time and liked to rip apart people who pissed him off. Until Layla came along, that had never included his pack. The pack had always been his top priority even if they feared him. And he was a possessive fucker—no one was allowed to mess with what was his.

With Cain’s stronger senses, he located where the Red Moon pack was. They had split into groups and were far enough away that his pack wouldn’t have sensed their location clearly. But he could.

With the red haze of his fury over his vision, he headed towards the first group. When he was a boy, he realised how terrified people were of him because of the extra abilities he had started manifesting as his beast grew. So he had stopped talking about them so his pack would be more comfortable with him. He had stopped talking about it out of fear that the Circle would devise a way to get rid of him.

But he didn’t give a shit about any of that now as he blended into the shadows like a ghost. The forest was his domain, and these fuckers had the nerve to hide in it and assume they were safe. Despite his size, they didn’t hear him approach until it was too late. Until he’d already started ripping them apart and crushing them. One group after another.

And when they started to run, the chase made Cain more vicious. Like the night he had been cursed, he didn’t give a shit if they begged. He didn’t give a shit how old they were. He didn’t give a shit if they screamed. He wanted all their blood.

When the last wolf standing realised what had happened, he shifted to his human form.

“Please,” he begged.

Kendrick’s Beta. The new Alpha who had been there when he had killed Kendrick as a warning to everyone else.

“I was given no choice,” the man stammered. “She told me she would help me. She said we have to avenge Alpha Kendrick.”

So he’d been right. The witch again. She was still meddling and trying to make his life hell.

He shifted and grabbed the useless Alpha by the throat. He didn’t even know his name.

“The witch. She’s been giving us charms and increasing our pack numbers with rogues. We were made stronger and were supposed to be invincible. She said if I didn’t do it, she would kill me and find someone else who could,” the man hissed.

“Where is she?”

“She said you obliterated her pack; she’s the only one left. I assumed that’s where she still lives. Please, Your Highness. Let me live.”

He let the man go and shifted. How could he beg for mercy after what he had done? He let Cain do as he wanted to him, and then when the forest was finally still, he walked back to his gates with the blood of his enemies dripping down his mouth and fur. There was no sense of victory, only guilt.

No one in his pack would have died if he had been home. He’d failed them.

Chapter 5

Layla walked quietly beside Dylan as he led her to the basement.

She didn’t know what she had expected to feel once she saw Jackson again but it wasn’t the pain that filled every part of her body. She was the one who had tried to leave, and she thought she had been ready to do that, but the reality was hitting her differently.

Jackson had rejected her, and her heart was broken.

And that was the most ridiculous thing she had felt to date. How was she supposed to live with all the contrasting feelings inside her on top of all her guilt? It was crushing down on her like a weight she would never be able to shed.

Dylan walked down the steps into the basement and she followed. Only when he reached the middle of the room did he stop and turn to her.

“I haven’t put the light on,” he stated with a frown.

She could see his face as clear as day, just as she had seen clearly during the attack. Now that Jackson had cast her aside, she had many questions to ask Dylan about what to expect if she got pregnant and had to stay with them for nine months. Was she now one of them?

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