Chapter 19 KILL HIM
/Luca/
The last thing I expected, following her, was this. She wasn’t supposed to be able to do what she just did.
Manipulation, mental compulsion was a witch’s trick. Not a wolf’s. Definitely not something a creature with fur and fangs should be able to pull off.
And yet, there she was.
Calmly whispering into a mortal’s mind like it was second nature.
I watched her from the shadows outside that pathetic human hospital, her energy flaring like wildfire and moonlight tangled together. My monster stirred beneath my skin, restless and hungry.
That’s not normal, I told it.
Monster: She’s not normal.
Me: No kidding.
Monster: She smells like three things at once right now, Wolf… witch… and something else.
Me: I noticed. And stop drooling.
It laughed in my head, low and rough. You’re drooling too.
I clenched my jaw. “I don’t drool.”
But maybe I did. Just a little.
Because watching her shift seeing silver fur melt into soft skin again and then the way she tilted her head as she drained that blood bag like it was the sweetest nectar in existence… it did something to me. Something I hadn’t felt in four hundred years.
Desire. Curiosity. Hunger. All twisted into one.
She shouldn’t exist.
No creature like her should.
And yet… there she was, standing in the moonlight with that fierce, untamed energy that made my fangs ache.
My monster purred in the back of my mind. She’s ours.
“Shut up.”
You felt it too, it growled, amused. The bond. The blood sang.
“I don’t feel bonds,” I snapped quietly lying through my teeths. “Those are fairy tales made up for wolves who think love can tame monsters.”
Then why are you following her?
I didn’t have an answer for that.
Maybe it was instinct. Maybe madness. Or maybe… I just needed to see her again to make sense of what the hell she was.
The moonlight touched her face as she whispered to herself, her expression torn between guilt and exhaustion. Then she shifted again fluid, powerful, gone in a heartbeat racing through the trees back toward the wolves’ territory.
I stayed hidden in the dark, watching the last of her silver glow vanish. The way she shifted left me in a awe... she does it so fast and effortlessly, gosh she so cool.
And still, I didn’t move.
Four centuries.
Four centuries of silence, of control, of pretending that nothing could stir me.
And then one strange, chaotic hybrid walks into my night and ruins everything.
Monster: Follow her.
Me: No
Monster: You already are.
I sighed, looking down at my hands the faint glow of veins pulsing with something I hadn’t felt since the day I turned. A pull.
A call.
Her blood had sung to me once. Now it screamed. The way i so much wish to have a taste of her blood surprises me.
I stepped into the moonlight, letting my shadow stretch across the dirt, and felt the wind shift with her fading scent. Wolf. Witch. Vampire blood in her veins. What other power does she have still unknown to me...
“Impossible,” I whispered. “And yet…”
my monster finished for me, grinning in my head. And yet she’s yours.
I shouldn’t have followed her this far.
The wolves’ territory was dangerous ground for my kind too much noise, too much light, too many heartbeats thudding all at once. And if any wolf finds out that the vampires king is here, they will assume instantly that am here to declare a battle
But something in me refused to turn back.
Every step she took pulled at the thread binding us invisible but unbreakable like gravity itself had chosen sides.
The deeper I went, the louder my monster grew.
Growling. Pacing.
Demanding.
Monster: She’s close.
Me: I can see that.
Monster: Don’t just watch. Claim her.
Me: She’s surrounded by wolves, genius.
Monster: I’ll kill them all.
I ignored him. Or at least, I tried to. I hate wolves but killing them was against the rule. It meant war.
Then I saw her silver fur melting into skin again as she stepped into the clearing near the packhouse. I watch as she cover her scent, the moment she did that i couldn't feel any of her other half... If i hadn’t followed her all day i would have assumed she's a mortal. Does that mean no one here knows about her. But the last thing i expected was the person waiting for her tall. Broad. Radiating power so thick it nearly burned the air. His eyes glowed molten gold under the moonlight Alpha eyes. The Supreme Alpha.
I’d heard whispers about him. The strongest of their kind. Ruthless. Loyal only to his pack.
And right now, he had her in his arms.
The sight froze me.
She looked small against him, fragile even, though I knew she wasn’t. His hand curled around her waist, steadying her like she belonged there. Her face turned up toward his wide-eyed, conflicted, and something else. Something dangerously close to affection.
My monster snarled, vicious and raw.
Monster: He touched her.
Me: I noticed.
Monster: He touched what’s ours.
A wave of power surged through my chest so strong I had to dig my claws into a nearby tree just to stay still. Bark splintered under my grip, the trunk groaning in protest.
Control. I needed control.
But the scent of her her blood, her magic, her warmth mixed with his dominance, his wolf musk, his claim… it was too much.
It felt wrong.
It felt violated.
My monster growled again, pushing against my ribs. Kill him.
“No,” I hissed under my breath.
He’s stealing her. Look how she melts against him. She’s supposed to melt for us.
“She doesn’t even know what she is yet,” I snapped. “She doesn’t know what i look like yet because i ran.”
Then make her know!
For the first time in centuries, I felt the burn fangs sharpening, blood thrumming, vision tinting red. My instincts screamed at me to move, to tear the wolf apart and drag her away from him.
But reason barely won.
Not yet.
Not here.
The Alpha bent closer to her, saying something I couldn’t hear. She laughed softly that sound alone nearly shattered my restraint.
And when he brushed his lips against her forehead, my monster lost it.
Monster: HE DARES—
Me: Enough!
I slammed my palm against the tree, cracking it in half. The echo shot through the forest, and for a moment, she turned eyes wide, senses flaring.
Our gazes met.
Just for a heartbeat.
But it was enough.
Her eyes glowed faint gold, scanning the trees. I could see confusion flicker across her face like she felt me, even if she couldn’t see me.
That faint hum between us came alive again. The pull. The bond.
I swallowed hard, backing deeper into the shadows before she or the Alpha noticed more.
Monster: You should’ve stayed.
Me: And what? Challenge the Supreme Alpha of the wolves because he held her?
Monster: I would’ve.
Me: That’s why I’m the one in control.
But even as I said it, my hands were still trembling.
Because the image of her soft, flushed, safe in another man’s arms burned behind my eyelids like holy fire.
And I hated that I cared.
I hated that it hurt.
But most of all, I hated that my monster wasn’t wrong.
She was mine.
She just didn’t know it yet. But with the way that wolf held her... are they perhaps mated...?