KING OF THE CURSED

(Longing for warmth)

Alpha Dargan POV

The window has been my favorite part of the castle, when anger surged in my bones, hungry for the things I craved like blood which feeds the greedy beast with every strike, every slash and kill they craved more and of recent things as confusion. My fingers were lost in the bushy parade in a stubble as I stared down at the pack members going about their daily activities while I watched from the highest floor of the Castle.

Lilith has been the closet when I feel this way I miss her greatly. We were two broken souls tethered together,...