Chosen By The Moon



If, she could smell my scent the entire time, the way I could with her now, then why and more of the point, how, had she managed to be so cruel towards me? Are there truly just some mates that are so narcissistic, they can't see anything but the need for power and control?

I growled loudly while looking at her. Watching her eyes widen slightly as she finally seemed to take in the different kinds of blood that coated my thick fur.

"I didn't think you capable of ever being this strong. You really are one of us now."

One of them? She was wrong, I would never be a Lycan of their calibre. I had standards and something called empathy. I was strong, and my anger and hatred seemed to file that strength as I bared my teeth and glared my eyes.

For the first time, throughout my entire experience with this woman, I saw unbridled fear creep into her face as I began to stalk the bed.noveldrama

"I.... I'll call the guards." She stuttered, as her slightly raised hands trembled with the fear of me. I was tired and scared of my own ability's, however anger was still the most prominent emotion coursing through my body, and I couldn't help the scoff that left my wolfs lips.

She could call them all she wanted, she would be dead long before the remaining available guards came to her aid.

I winced strongly at the ear splitting scream she released as I jumped onto her bed, my teeth laying effortlessly on her neck.

I didn't care that she was in Labor, I wanted her dead.

My teeth tore through her flesh at an alarming rate, while blood pooled inside my mouth and onto the bed below the pair of us.

I felt my chest tighten drastically at my actions towards my mate, but it only made my growls even louder than before.

I quickly tore through her throat, pulling her flesh hard until both her tongue and voice box ripped out and remained trapped in my jaw. Her eyes went wide and glassy as her chest ceased to rise and fall.

Pain then once again shot through

me, my body fighting every muscle

not to painfully shift back into human form, however my paws turned to hands and feet, and my blood covered fur, transformed into stained human flesh.

I had fully survived my shift.

As I stood staring at the lifeless body of Lorellia a pant of sadness shot through me. My other half, had truly turned out to be this narcissistic woman. Only now, looking at her I wasn't sure she deserved to die.

"Carlos?!" I heard a commanding voice from behind me, and allowed my body to spin. My eyes widened slightly as Nooked at the older

gentleman who stood so casuallyet

in-front of me. "Congratulations on your shift." My eyes rolled in my head at Caius's words, which assume he picked up on, "What is your plan now Carlos?" He sighed while looking at the trail of blood

that seemingly lead to my tired self.

I just wanted her dead, Lorellia, I wanted her gone. At least, I thought that was what I wanted, now though, I seemed to be plagued with nothing but guilt.

"What will you do about your son?!" My son?

The question fell silent as my

thoughts were stopped dead at the sound of a tiny baby crying. I walked slowly over to the opposite side of the room, unable to wrap my head around the fact that Lorellia had already given birth.

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A swaddled newborn lay crying in a crib while the realization hit me.

This child in front of me, was in fact of my own flesh and blood.