His Soulmate..broken shards meant to be repaired

His Turmoil

NOTE – First and foremost thank you everyone so much for loving this ff so much. Also, this part is in Sanskar’s POV from the start. Viraat is the name of Sanskar’s wolf and a rogue is a wolf who is very dangerous because they refused to follow the laws of werewolves and could kill anyone for their own benefit. I’m telling you guys beforehand because I’ve used this word in this part.

So, here we go. I hope you guys will like this part :

The wind howled with rage and the sky cracked as thunder echoed in the dark. The sound of rain pouring onto the ground, played as an instrument in his ears.

He stood beside the large window gracefully, hands tucked into the pockets of his black armani suit as he gazed outside at the dark in front of him while holding a glass of wine thinking of his cold and lonely life.

Taking a long deep breath, his mind pondered over his own self.

An undefeated man.

A ruthless Alpha that never lost even a single battle in his life.

A man that conquered every damn single person who ever dared to get in his way and built his own pack from nothing.

A knock on the door got him out of his daze, as he yelled a, “Come in.” in his usual hard tone, sipping his wine briefly during the ordeal.

“The cars are ready Alpha. Mr. Khanna called over to inform that they’ve reached the restaurant already. We will leave as soon as you say so.”

The nod of his head was the only response the Beta got, as he quickly excused himself and went through the door in a lightning speed having no intention to anger his Alpha.

Taking one last glance through the window, Sanskar made his way outside, power oozing out of his intimidating frame in waves.

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Sanskar's Monologue :

The car ride was boring as usual as I listened to my Beta rant about matters that he considered were important.

Truth to be told, my mind was somewhere else. Something I thought that I gave up on, a long time ago.

I don’t know why I’m thinking about this right now, after so many years.

May be the weather is getting to me.

Perhaps these winds are opening up wishes that I buried somewhere deep inside years ago.

The wish of getting a mate. The restlessness of finding the one who is made specifically for me. And only me. My other half.

The thought of not having her beside me is not only driving me crazy but also pushing my wolf to it’s extreme.

A werewolf transforms into it’s wolf form at the age of 17 and generally find their mate within the span of 5-6 years of their transformation.

And here I am....326 years old and still without his mate.

Since werewolves stop aging after a while until their title is transferred to the other, I simply look like a man in his mid 20s.

Perks of being a werewolf I guess.

With years, my frustration grew as I watched everyone around me finding their soulmate except me and I learnt to focus my rage towards my enemies to control the agony of this unfulfilled desire.

However, it’s better this way.

'Being alone have so many advantages to it', that’s what I say to console myself. To control my inner beast from rampaging to ever possible place in search of my mate.