Chapter 3 Kill Me My King

They all knew the consequences, yet they kept coming. Some as a sacrifice, others willingly.

But whether as a sacrifice or willingly, they all met the same fate.

Death.

My bed is a death sentence. A place where no woman has ever been strong enough to survive.

This was my curse. My demon.

I am a monster. The most powerful and feared Alpha King to ever exist.

Mercy is a word that died in my world a long time ago. Buried beneath the screams of women who thought they could cure me.

I have lived with this curse for as long as I can remember.

I have tried to tame this beast-to deprive it. But nothing. No woman has been able to survive or break my curse.

I get sent dozens of women from Alphas who are looking for favors from me. Hoping my cure will come from their pack.

Some virgins, thinking purity might be the cure. But it only makes my beast want to feast more. Only make it hungry for their innocence.

I've begged the Moon Goddess to take this affliction from me.

I've howled into the night, torn through forests, slaughtered rogues with my bare hands-anything to calm the fire that burns in my blood each time I touch a woman.

But the beast is never satisfied.

Not with flesh.

Not with blood.

Not even with death.

My wolf.

Or... what's left of him.

He's not like other wolves. He doesn't respond to logic or loyalty. He doesn't protect me. He consumes.

And I let him.

Because if I don't... he'll turn on me too.

I stand in front of the window staring out at the full moon that seems to be mocking me.

The sound of my chamber doors opening brought me out of my thoughts but I didn't turn.

"Your Majesty," my Beta's voice reached my ears.

"What is it?" I asked, still not turning to him.

"We've prepared the women for tonight," he said and I couldn't help but scoff.

Another corpse to the list.

Why were they all so stupid. When will they realize that none of them can help me?

"Send them in," I said as I slowly turned to him. "We both know how this will end."

He didn't respond because he knew this was a truth neither of us could deny.

He bowed in respect before disappearing out the door and I stood there waiting. My clothes were already taken off and all I had was a towel wrapped around my waist.

Minutes later he returned with a woman. Short brown hair, trembling like she had been summoned into the lion's den. And maybe she had.

Without another word, my Beta Lucien walked out, the door shutting behind him, the sound echoing throughout the room like a final drumbeat before execution.

The woman kept her head down.

Her heart beating so fast. Her fear thick in the air.

It was pathetic.

I stepped into the light and the woman's head looked up but quickly looked down like she just made the biggest mistake of her life.

Without wasting a second, I let the towel drop. A gasp followed.

And then the inevitable happened. The pleading, the screaming.

"Please! Please! I don't want to die...I can't...please!" The woman screamed and the sound was getting on my nerves, making the beast inside me roar in anger as I clenched my hands tightly.

"You were offered to me." I spat and the woman fell on her knees, eyes filled with tears, shoulders shaking and she begged for her life.

"Please...please...I really don't want to die!" she continued screaming, continued begging.

My claws came out, and I was seconds away from tearing her apart.

"Lucien! Come take her out of my sight!" I growled and immediately, the door burst open and Lucien rushed in dragging the woman with him as she continued to scream and beg.

Until the door shut again, her screams still echoing outside the door.

I snatched the towel from the floor, wrapping it around my waist, my chest rising and falling in uncontrollable anger, my beast clawing inside me to be let loose.

I rested my head against the wall breathing hard when I heard the sound of the door opening.

"Lucien, that's enough..."

"I can help you my King," a soft, seductive voice reached my ears and I quickly turned to be met with a green-eye girl with blonde hair.

She had that confident look in her eyes. But I've seen that look one too many times and I remember how it ended.

"I heard the other sore loser screaming, I'm not like her," she whispered as she let the robe covering her body fall to the ground and I couldn't help it. It stirred something inside me at seeing her completely naked.

My cock immediately hardened, my beast roaring in hunger.

Her breasts were just the right sizes, her stomach flat. Freshly shaved and the sight made my mouth water.

She took slow steps towards me, her hips swaying seductively as she stopped in front of me and then her hands rubbed my chest as she whispered.

"Let me show you what having a real woman feels like," she whispered as her hand came to the towel but my hand stopped her.

"You're not afraid of dying?" I asked, my voice cold as I stared into her eyes that were filled with confidence and bravery.

It was either she was stupid or suicidal.

"No. I'm not going to die, I'm the woman who's going to stop this," she whispered as she kissed my chest and I groaned.

"Let me," he whispered before finally tugging at my towel and it fell off.

My body was on fire and it felt like the blood in my body all rushed straight to my cock.

She continued kissing my chest, her hand snaking down my body until she cupped my cock and then she froze as her eyes looked down.

"You're...you're so fucking big! How's that going to fit?!" She gasped as she quickly staggered back and before I could respond, her eyes rolled back and she passed out on the floor.

I growled, turning away from the woman because all I suddenly saw was red.

"Lucien!" My voice roared as the doors slammed open once again and Lucien rushed in.

"Your Majesty?"

"Let one more woman into my room again and she won't make it to my bed before she dies."