Luna's Lost Soul #Wattys2017

Chapter 6- Mate

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This is it. Blake's POV.

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Fighting without reason. Killing for fun. That was my life before finding my precious mate. Nina Williams. My Nina.

I can still remember that moment. That fated day when I met my mate.

We were trying to expand our lands, the southern part of the continent.
We attacked packs who seem to be a threat in ruling the southern lands.

The battlefield is covered with red. Covered with blood. A pure blood bath. Limbs and bodies were scattered everywhere.

Suddenly, I heard growls coming at my side, I turned and was faced by the two pack warriors of our enemy.

Snarling, showing their canines dripping with blood. A smirk crossed my lips.

Pathetic fools. Do they think they can intimidate me? The Alpha of the Moon Blood Pack? What a bunch of fools.

I was feed by blood and flesh of my enemy. I can take down an entire pack if I wanted to. I was born to be a killer. And I intimidate people.

They started circling me. Studying my every move. The wolf at my left side is slowly advancing. Seconds later, he jumped on me, in a blink of an eye, my fist landed at his jaw. He quickly stood up, whimpering at his broken jaw. The second one didn't waste time on attacking me at my right side. I block his attack, kicking him at his stomach. They started circling me again, a low rumble escaped my throat and my grey eyes started to glow.

They immediately froze at their tracks, clearly intimidated.

"Stand back or do you want to suffer a cruel death." My voice boomed enough to shook the lands.

Their reaction was instant. They scampered away but it's already too late.

With my wolf on edge, I reached to them, snapping their neck faster than a blink of an eye.

Howls of pain and defeat was heard everywhere. Another pack was fallen under my hands.

My pack warriors are already gathering, celebrating another success. I smiled.

"Search for the remaining survivors." I commanded breaking in their joyous howls.

They immediately went to look for survivors. I smirked. That's my men, they will follow me even to hell. No one would disagree to their alpha, or else they will faced a cruel death.

While waiting, I examined the death bodies around me, an evil smirked was paste on my lips, recognizing two dead bodies of the Alpha and his Luna. They refused to voluntarily give their lands and submit to me.

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The Alpha was standing protectively, arms wrapped around his mate. The scenario left a burn in my heart. Knowing I will not experienced having a mate.

I think the Moon Goddess was punishing me not giving me the other half of my soul. Male werewolves are supposed to find their mate at their eighteenth birthday but now I'm already 20 mateless, I given up, maybe this mate thing is not for me.

Maybe it was my punishment for killing innocent lives but that didn't stop me from killing further. I relieved all my frustrations of not finding my mate through killing innocent lives. But that didn't satisfied me.

Who would want to mate with a killer? Maybe, not giving me a mate is not that bad either coz my mate will only suffer in my hands.

I slowly approached them, the fear was evident in their faces. A sadistic laugh escaped my lips. I was a sadist, enjoying their fears.

I grabbed his mate, ignoring his protest.

"Please don't do this. Not my mate, please." The Alpha begged for the life of his mate.

This is one of the reasons why I accepted my cruel fate of not having a mate because having a mate is same as having a weakness.

I cannot afford having a weakness at this time, not now that I almost achieved one of my goals of ruling the southern lands.

His mate whimpered around my iron grip.

"Please, I beg you. Don't hurt my mate. You can have my territory and my people but please don't hurt her." The Alpha was now on his knees begging for his mate's life.

So pathetic. I can't imagine myself doing that just for a girl.

"But it's already too late."  I looked straight to his eyes snapping the neck of his mate.

His world crumbles, crying his heart out of his now dead mate. He howled in pain of losing his other half.

A werewolf can only mate once. They can't live without their mate. Losing your mate is like losing half of your life. It's unbearable. Eventually you will become a rogue or you will eventually die.

"Please. Just kill me already. I can't continue to live without her." He continue to wailed.

And I happily grant his wish. Shaking my head.

What a bunch of fools.

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"Alpha." My beta Jake appeared at my side. "We already gathered the survivors." He added.

"That's good. Where are they?" I asked.

"At the front of the Alpha's house, 50 meters away from here."

We started walking, passing the dead bodies. Years of killing werewolves made me immune to the foul odor of dead bodies and blood. It doesn't fazed me anymore.
At first yes, but my dad that fucker made sure that I was fed with blood everyday. I already killed someone at the age of six.

Shortly, I can already see that Alpha's house. The memory of that Alpha leaves a burning pain inside of my chest, reminding me of what I'm missing. A mate.

I shook my head. This is weird. This is not me. I sounded like a girl and I act like a girl having emotional problems. What's wrong with me today?

Suddenly, I caught the most intoxicating smell, a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla.
My every senses was heightened. My wolf was jumping up and down. He's trying to tell me something. Something that can change my whole life.

Mate. He whispered.

I found her. Finally.

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