A Prequel [Book 8] in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝His family was blinded by greed and he lost everything in the crossfire.❞
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Everyone knew his family was a twisted one, they slaughtered packs for power. He was trapped, unable to escape t...
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Everything was black.
He could no longer see the light in the world. He couldn't find hope in the situation he had found himself in. All the colors of the world had faded from his vision as he spiraled into a dark pit of despair that would eventually consume him.
Ever since they had returned home two days ago, he felt like he shouldn't be here. It didn't feel like home anymore, and those who remained didn't welcome him. His pack hadn't spoken to him since the day of the loss. They avoided him.
Except for Fox.
Fox had remained by his side, though he was only convinced it was because of his injuries. He had sustained deep, scarring injuries from his battle with Braxton, and he had felt them after the first five miles they had run. But, for some reason, he found himself bearing the pain and refusing the painkillers Fox brought because he deserved it.
Many thoughts had poisoned his mind in the silence.
One of which made him hate himself even more because no matter how he tried to deny it, his conscience knew it was true.
He had become his father.
He had manipulated his brothers to fight for him, only for them to end up over their heads and lose their lives in a meaningless battle. He had taken two hundred brave souls to meet their end for no reason at all. Or perhaps it was because his past still haunted him. They had fought for him and he had betrayed them.
He wasn't any better than Braxton.
There was nothing that could deny it, not anymore. He had convinced himself that he was becoming a better man, a better Alpha, only to fall for the thirst of revenge. He had grown into a monster, the very same he had been raised by, and there was no going back. He had fed his feral instinct and now it was permanently lurking inside him.
Sometimes, he felt it like a surging tsunami. His claws would ache to be released, he would desire for blood, and his skull threatened to split as he fought it. Those instincts were strong and he struggled to control it, especially when his wolf had taken a steep decline into the grief he felt. He only wanted to destroy now.
He wanted to destroy himself for what he had done.
His body was healing slower than ever, and that left him barely able to move for a good part of the day, so he only wasted away in his office or in his bed with self-hatred and bitter grief. Fox came to check on him morning and night but never in between. Especially since his Gamma had taken up the responsibility of the pack.
It made him realize quite a few things. He should have never become Alpha, and he needed to rid himself of the title. He had lost all his hope, and he only wanted to leave this place where he had once nurtured it. He couldn't live for the future because he hadn't let go of the past and now he had let the past conquer him.
