Chapter 2 Scott's Point Of View

I kept running, searching for the Moon Goddess. "Where is the Moon Goddess?" I yelled, hitting the ground while kneeling.

"The only way you can be free is to have a virgin bear you an heir," echoed the voices. I knelt, yelling back at the earth.

Grabbing my chest, I took a deep breath and released it, coughing loudly. "Is there anything wrong, Alpha?" a voice sounded from behind the door.

I didn't reply. I stood up, went straight to the mini kitchen in my room, took a packet of cigars, lit one, and put it in my mouth. I went to the balcony.

"Oh, God, this has to stop," I growled in anger. I am a mighty Alpha, feared by everyone in the land, but deep down, I am facing a lot. These dreams... I cursed under my breath.

I angrily took another cigar, lit it up, and smoked it roughly.

*Flashback*

It was late at night, and I overheard my dad talking about something. I walked up to them, and they were in shock.

"Father," I stammered.

"I guess he will do the job," he smirked, walking towards me. My dad was more of a mafia werewolf. He walked up to me.

"Son, how are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Dad. I overheard you say something. Are you trying to..."

"Shh," he interrupted me, making me keep quiet.

"We are going to the Moon Pack. We need to hijack the heart of the Moon Goddess to cure our people. The disease is getting too much," he said without any emotions.

"The war we are going for, I want you to be violent. I don't want you to show emotions. If I die, make sure you carry out my plans," he hit my chest.

"Let's go," he grabbed his weapons, and his guards did the same.

"We show no mercy," he brought out a map. "This is how our attack will be." We left at midnight.

There was a great sickness in our pack for some years, and a lot of agony ruling our kingdom. We needed to do something. My father was a mafia Alpha, and the only thing that struck his mind was to steal the heart of the Moon Goddess. She was connected to a woman who ruled the Moon Pack wolves, Luna. We just needed to take the heart through her.

"Father, please don't die," I yelled out loud in pain as my father was soaked in blood.

"Do it, son. Show no mercy," he said weakly, taking his last breath and dying.

"Father!" I screamed in pain. I stood up in a rage, going towards the Luna of the Moon Pack. The rage has been with me since I was born. I possessed a lot of abilities. I made everyone stand still, walked towards her, sliced her body in two, and withdrew the heart.

I jumped on my horse, going back to my pack alongside my escort. I remember to this day; that I never unfroze them. Now I have been cursed by the Moon Goddess, and it was striking heavily.

"Your Highness, the Moon Goddess is cursing you already."

"Keep quiet and let's keep going," I yelled as we continued our journey back.

*Flashback ended*

A loud bang sounded on my door, but I didn't move. Instead, I went to my cupboard, brought out my gun, and said, "Come in."

The door opened, and he was trembling in fear, afraid of what was in store for him. "Have mercy on me," he pleaded.

"She lost her child," I released the trigger of my gun, piercing his neck. He fell immediately, and his blood started gushing out.

"Shit!" I yelled, hitting the wall, and angrily left the room.

All this has to stop. I need to end the curse. It should have stopped by now. We are in the 21st century. "The curse should have been broken," I yelled out loud, moving to the garden.

I took a deep breath. "Get the car ready. I need to go out," I ordered. He left immediately, honked at the car, and I walked into it. A lot of other convoys were behind me for protection.

Looking at the city of New York, it was already morning, and many humans were on the street, laughing, happy, and thanking God for another day. "Shit, I hate this," I whispered as my convoy arrived at the fortune teller.

The door was still open, with a splash of blood on my body. I walked into a dark room surrounded by candles and ancient drawings. A woman sat at a table with a veil on her face. She sensed my presence.

"I smell blood," she sniffed.

"Keep quiet. Do you want to die?" I asked aggressively.

"Oh, my Alpha, I thought it was a mere human. Forgive me," she pleaded.

"I can only do that if you tell me the solution to my problem," I walked closer to her and sat down.

"I want you to stretch your hand," I stretched it without hesitation. She grabbed it and began to recite some words.

"Reveal to me, Moon Goddess," she started invoking the airport as the wind started blowing profusely. Suddenly, blood started to drop from her nose.

"You need to marry a virgin who will bear you an heir," she said as she came out of the trance, touching her nose and seeing the blood.

"I have delivered the message," she fell to the ground, gasping for air. I stood up and left with no emotions.

I entered my convoy back, and my assistant looked at me, waiting for me to say something.

"Keep your gaze on me," he immediately took his face off me and focused on the steering.

"Put an advert for me. I need something," I said.

"What?"

"I need a virgin to bear me an heir to the throne. The fortune teller is dead."

"Did you kill her?" he asked.

"The Moon Goddess killed her for attempting to break my curse," I brought out a cigar and lit it.