Reed’s pov

“Here. Take my blood.” I cut my hand for the hundredth time, the blood ooze out from the veins like a fountain. I offered my hand to the old lady.

She stared at my face; I know she know who I am. The Cursed Alpha. She was hesitating, taking her time to choose between the moral thought of staying loyal to her previous or true alpha and die as a rogue or dare to deceive the already dead Derek she feared will turn into his graves if she pledge to my loyalty, joining my pack and live.

The urge of living always wins in the end. She wiped...