Dean MeetonThe King of werewolves
The heartless, ruthless, tough, fearless king ...name it, he is all that.
I grew up hearing that name whenever I went, some praise, worship, and admire him, some hate him to no end and one of those who hate him is my family and pack members.
I know he did them wrong, I know why they hate him and I don't blame them for that. They have a right to hate him, they have a right to disperse him at what he did to them and most especially my father, that's why sometimes I just keep quiet and go with the flow. I don't know how mate bonds work coz I haven't chosen mine but I know if I get one, I will love them to no end and if anyone touches or threaten to harm them, I know kill them without a second thought.
That's why I don't blame my father for loathing him, I know where he is coming from. He killed the love of his life, the mother of his children, his luna and he didn't stop there, he went ahead and killed our Beta, my father's best friend but hell, years had passed by, why not put all that behind us and move on? No matter how much Father hates the king his chosen mate won't come back to him?
Yes Dean Meeton killed his mate, he has a right to be angry with him. But what he did at that meeting wasn't reasonable. He thought he was torturing Dean but in a normal sense, he is torturing his people who are now dying because of his ego, pride, and resentment and no matter how much he wants the man dead, torturing his people won't make it happen.
I too lost a mother, I grew up without a mother's love, hell, I never even met her at all and if I say that it doesn't hurt, I would be lying. I wish she was here with us, with me. I miss that mother's love but I just hold on to the stories my father and brothers used to tell me about her and I know I should be angry with him, he took that away from me but I can't anything cause no matter what I do, my mother won't come back to us. So I just let it go and not stress me about it c...
"Worrier Kolan, it's Stacy" I instantly opened my eyes quickly falling off the bench I was resting on as I ran after Milan, my second in command who looked panicked.
"What happened to her," I ask as we rushed inside their house finding Stacy on the floor in a pool of her blood. I instantly ran to her trying to figure out what had happened.
"I was taking a bath when I heard a thud so I ran out and I found her like this" Milan said in a shaky voice.
"Stacy, stay with me," I said positioning myself to carry her off the floor. "Let's take her to the hospital," I say passing by the shaken Milan who nodded following behind me like a lost puppy. I took bigger hurried steps trying to push back the tears that are threatening to fall out of my eyes. I normally don't cry, but Stacy is my friend, my best friend if I may add, and seeing her trying to take in deeper breaths, fighting for her life is making me lose control.
Reaching the hospital, I placed her on the bed as nurses ran out to call the pack doctor. "It's ok, it's going to be fine don't worry" I encouraged her seeing how scared she was. She shook her head clutching my hand tighter and I felt her hand me something. Looking at it, it was a small dagger which I didn't give too much time pushing it into my pant pocket, all my focus on her health.
"Worrier Kol" the pack doctor, Elvis said rushing into the room. "Oh my God Stacy" the man rushed to her side putting pressure on her wound was around the neck but it was too late coz she had already taken her last breath dying in front of me. Elvis looked at me with sadness in his eyes a tear sliding down his eyes too and mine wasn't too far, I felt them gathering "She's gone, like the others" he muttered closing her eyes.
I breathed in shaking my head and blinking the tears away as I got out of the room, informing Milan about his sister's death. He didn't say anything as he ran off to the forest to go mourn. I told Johan, his best friend, to follow him as I took big steps toward the pack house where my Father was. This was too much, I can't accept this. We have to do something about the killings before whatever is killing us kills all the pack members.
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The forbidden rule (MxM) (A werewolf story)
General FictionI kolan Bexton, in and out of control, I will forever want a dominant even if it's a forbidden rule number one. I have written many stories. But I still suck at the description. Please read and find out.