Mates Between Marriage

02| but being a monster isn't easy either {M}

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The nights remained silent, as the grasses around swayed silently. The countless balls of gas dotted the sky painting it like a happy artist's imagination. They all watched him as no one dared to disturb the monster that lay quietly in his resting place.

Not even the wind.

His eyes glazed with thoughts as he looked at the creator's creation. He hated this damn place and there was nothing he could do about it.

He couldn't handle the curse. He hung his head low. What was he doing here again? What had he done to deserve this? Then he remembered. Yeah, he always did. The last war before he died for the very first time. She had warned him but he didn't listen to her. He had always wanted all of their kind dead.

Every single one of them.

He led countless powerful wolves with just one move of his right hand to go to war against the Great Coven of witches. He hated those damn beings. They cursed him or rather she.

He would always return after every 300 years and die again with no one or anything. That would be because he didn't want anyone or anything to find him. He knew he was like a myth to some people but people always sought him to kill him. That was the curse anyway, he would continue to be a tyrant, burning different packs to the ground. Slaughtering Alphas on sticks.

Yes.

That used to be his life before. All the wars were always won. The right way. He sat up tirelessly as he heard some of his bones snap into place. After all that had happened, he still felt he wasn't sorry. They were all meant to die. His muscles rippled as he stretched.

This was the third time he had awakened but this time he wasn't going to let the 300 years of living pass by again. Living a boring life of feeding on animal blood and living like some pig or running away from his fans or murderers.

No.

He decided he was going to travel around packs, scare the living shit out of them and make them serve him.

Get a good fuck too.

Yes.

That was what he needed to do. Damn the curse anyway. It was destined to happen. After all, what has he got to lose this time? Dusting himself, his shirt hung on him and he removed it.

He ran his hands through his curly hair and ran his tongue through his pink lips already feeling tired and hungry. The seductive monster was beautiful, no one hid that. In his earlier life, he always had his ways.

He smirked having great pity for the village near his graveyard and walked gradually looking like a toddler. After taking a few baby steps, he began jogging properly before stopping abruptly.

Something hit like a stroke. Walking slowly and confused, he felt it again. An undeniable pull like he had some purpose this time. A purpose almost like-