Jake
Excruciating pain ripped through my entire body, a level of affliction that I never knew existed until Hannah's knee was rammed into my ballsack. I don't even remember hitting the dirt floor but the ringing in my ears and the fact that my head is aching is a clear indication that I came down pretty hard.
I can only assume that my dick was hit so intense that it was forced up inside of me, not that I can move my hand to confirm my suspicions. Every breath I take in is just torment but the cool, moist air filling my lungs tells me that I'm still alive. I'm yet to decide if that's a positive though.
I open my eyes, an effort within itself but the tunnel is too dark to see anything. I can't smell Hannah's sweet scent of Honeydew, only the lingering stench of blood. A cruel reminder of how badly I've fucked everything up.
I don't blame Hannah for leaving me here. I'm more surprised that she didn't kill me, it's what I deserve. Although death would also be cheating punishment, which I deserve even more. She'd have every right to reject me and if the pack tried to banish her for it I'd tell them I was at fault completely.
I can't even blame my dad for getting me into this mess. Sure, he may have diabolically set Angelica up to sleep with me, in order to steal the pack right from under me but I was the one who was stupid enough to fuck her.
I didn't even know she was a vampire but the clues seem so glaringly obvious right now. Her pale skin was icy cold, she was only available after sunset and never stayed to see morning. Plus she hated Louisa's cooking and never ate anything I made.
She must have broken into my cottage and planted the wolfsbane inside the pillowslip, intending to take Hannah out of the game. Dad would have told her that Hannah was still alive so when she showed up back at the cottage that night, she wasn't there to see me, she was hunting Hannah.
Dad has to know that Emma was also part of the prophecy. That he inadvertently brought about her existence by kidnapping Hannah. He's been a step ahead of us the whole way. He wanted to overthrow two packs and now that plan has failed so he set his sights on destroying one of the strongest weapons we have, Emma.
I didn't know what his next move would be but I was sure he'd strike again soon. We've exposed him for the evil monster he is, he won't feel the need to hide in the shadows after today. Both the Tingira and Chisholm packs were vulnerable and could be attacked without warning.
Quinton had alined himself with the wolves greatest enemies, vampires. He needed them to maintain his hybrid, immortal status so it would be foolish of us to assume that Angelica was the only vampire he was using, promising them Luna status if they kept him well sustained.
We had to attack his life source if we had any hope of killing him but vampires can multiply quickly, creating new demons to join their army. Our two packs would have to fight together, united.
"United." I scoff to myself, thinking that Hannah and I are the furtherest from being united right now. I had no idea how I was going to fix the rift that I'd caused, all I was certain of was that I wasn't going to allow it the affect the rest of the pack.
As the physical pain being to subside, leaving me with just a dull, throbbing, ache in my nuts, the reality of the emotional turmoil I'd caused begins to set in. I'd broken Hannah's trust, something she didn't give easily but worse than that, I'd shattered her heart.
She may never forgive me for what I'd done, she might hate me for eternity but I will do everything I can to make sure she finds happiness because she deserves more than this.
I push myself to sit up, causing my bruised dick to radiate aggressive pain once again. My stomach churns, unable to withstand the torment on my body, I vomit on the dirt floor beside me. Acid burns the back of my throat as I heave up bile.
YOU ARE READING
Alpha's Prophecy
WerewolfWhat if you found out that the life you were living was a lie? That you were destined to be something much greater? What if the one person who holds all the answers to who you really are is also the one person you despise
