Darren's POV.

I grunted as I hit the punching bag, again and again. I felt more vicious recently. I had successfully killed the Alpha of the Crescent pack for not doing as I say and trying to take over my pack.

My wolf enjoyed it the most, I wasn't called the psychotic alpha for nothing. I enjoyed killing and so did my wolf. I've killed lots of werewolves without batting an eye, I didn't even feel sorry for them, it felt like I granted who I killed salvation.

Anyone would've felt pity for the werewolves in his pack, but I wasn't just anyone, I took them as slaves, that was the best thing I could do for them, it was the mercy I could show them, though it still went against who I was.

I didn't show mercy, it made me look weak, yet for some reason, I felt pitiful when I saw mates together, I couldn't kill them, and their kid, maybe they knew it was my weak spot, that's why they put up a show, but I fell for it, I go soft when I see mates and little kids, it was the only morally right thing about me.

I've never had a mate, and I'm 300 years old this year, I've lived centuries without a mate, some say I'm being punished for being wicked, for killing werewolves and other species brutally, I think it might be true, the moon goddess punished me for killing werewolves like me, but what choice do I have when I love killing, I enjoy it so fucking much, the twisted part of me loves it, I revel in doing it, if gives me this satisfaction I don't understand, this calm when I take the life away from them, I enjoy this more than anything.

I thought I would be mate-less for life, but that changed suddenly.

"Alpha we caught a rogue werewolf outside the pack's area." Beta Karl said and I nodded.

"Yes, yes." My wolf said.

It was more excited than me when it came to killing, and now its mood lifted when it heard about the rogue, I killed rogues without blinking.

"Let's go," I told Karl and he nodded leading the way.

I sometimes gave my warriors the satisfaction of killing rogues, but I enjoyed killing them more than the werewolves in my pack, so I didn't bother making them kill the rogues for me, I did it myself.

I got ready smiling as I neared the door to the torture room, an alluring scent hit me immediately and I inhaled immediately, my wolf paced around also inhaling the scent.

I opened the door, and the scent hit me harder.

And I heard my wolf say something I thought I would never hear till I die.

"Mate." My wolf said.

For the first time, I felt different, excited that the moon goddess finally gave me a mate, and surprised at how my wolf loved it. It didn't like things easily, yet it loved our mate just by seeing her.

"Alpha," Karl called, and yet I couldn't reply. I was stunned, and I kept staring at my mate.

I took in her features, her light brown, and her hazel eyes that did the talking for her, it was obvious she knew I was mate too.

Then I felt something else I didn't understand at first, another male's scent, it faded, and I realized she was rejected.

I gripped the door tightly and she swallowed, I battled with my emotions, it was a strange feeling, something other than the desire to kill.

I almost laughed at first, but then I realized I would've been mate-less if the male didn't reject, I was upset someone will reject and hurt her and I promised to kill him, whoever it was, and I was happy he rejected her, she was mine now, and I would never let anyone else have her.

"Who rejected you?" I asked, unable to help myself, she gasped swallowing.

I knew she was scared of me, I just had that thing in me that made people scared.

"I..I'm." She stuttered.

"So you were rejected before?" I asked and she didn't reply.

"And you're my mate," I added and her eyes widened again.

I couldn't believe it, I got a fucking rogue for a mate.

The moon goddess really hated me, I didn't understand why she would give me a rogue as a mate.

I hated rogues a lot, I couldn't even stand them, and I don't care if she is my mate or not, a rogue is a rogue.

"She's our mate, you need to accept her." My wolf said.

"I'm not rejecting her, but that doesn't mean I like the fact that she's my mate."

I turned my back on her and left the torture room, my head started spinning after my wolf's statement, a part of me was happy for my wolf, and the other wanted revenge, revenge for rogues, I wanted to kill every last one of those bastards, I would gladly take out my anger on my enemies.

Rogues did a whole lot to me and I don't care what anyone says, but I won't take pity on them.

I made sure I told her my mind, she would regret being my mate, she would wish I rejected her, I won't show her any courtesy.

I went to the training room punching the punching bag as hard as I could.

I could hear my wolf's voice telling me to stop but I ignored it and kept punching until my knuckles bled.

This was good for me. It was better to take it out on the punching bag.

I looked at myself and stopped punching the bag, my eyes glowed red, a low growl escaped my mouth.

I was losing control, my wolf was going crazy in my body, he was fighting the control.

I clenched my fists and took a deep breath, trying to fight off my wolf. I knew it was upset, it had every right to be.

I walked into the bathroom, turning the shower on to warm it up, when I stepped under the stream of water the tension in my body relaxed, I closed my eyes breathing deeply as the steam filled my nose.

After a few minutes my wolf calmed down, I opened my eyes and stepped out, wrapping my towel around me.

"You made a mistake moon goddess." I muttered.