The Alpha's Son

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AZAZEL's P.O.V

Surely I was dead.

I know that I died.

I pierced my heart and felt it stop so why the hell was I still here?

Wherever here was, anyway.

"Listen, you Moon Goddess bïtch, I am neither amused nor in the mood for your childish games." I snarled at no one in particular but if I wasn't having my peace, she was probably the cause of it.

I knew she hated me because I cursed her very existence every chance that I got but not allowing me to die in peace was a low-blow.

Even for a goddess.

"Hello? Goddess I fucking loathe?" I asked, stomping on unfamiliar grounds. "Where the hell am I?!!" I yelled, now getting very angry.

I was cold, alone, and a feeling of emptiness that I had never known wrapped around me like a vice... Drowning and dragging me below the depth of darkness the more I tried to take a breath.

But nothing I breathed in soothed the ache in my heart.

Everything I had lost came back to me like blows to the gut.

The only person that didn't expect a thing from me whenever he gave me everything that I ever needed even before I asked was gone.

And it was all my fault.

I didn't know when the tears started but I let them fall because I had absolutely nothing to lose.

For a while, I just stood there feeling numb. Humming my mother's favourite song was what kept me sane.

"You sure went through hell, my little were-pup."

A feminine voice said with sadness and I turned around quickly at the familiar voice, choking on air. If air was what I was even breathing.

"M-mom?" I stuttered, not believing my eyes.

"My little Desdemona." She smiled at me but I was rooted in place, not knowing if my eyes were playing tricks on me as more tears stained my cheeks.

"I-it can't be." I choked out.

"I'm here, darling." She opened up her arms and without any hesitation, I ran right into her awaiting arms.

"H-how??" I cried.

"I'm the person you wanted to see the most so I appeared." She explained, holding onto me as tightly as I held her. "Goddess, you've gotten so beautiful." She complimented once we pulled away from the hug, not exactly letting each other go.

"You've been through a lot." Her own eyes brimming with tears, "And I will forever hate myself for it."

"It was never your fault." I whispered as she wiped my tears away, "You were the best mother I could've ever hoped for."

She smiled asher own tears stained her cheeks.

"What is this place?" I asked trying to kill all this sentimental stuff.

"It's called the In-Between." When she noticed that I didn't understand, she took my hand in hers and led me to goddess knows where.

I didn't even pay any heed to the white door ahead of us until she pulled it open and I had to let my eyes adjust to the bright light that came from it.

Behind the door was the white witch coven. My mother's coven.

"I don't understand." I looked confusedly at her, "The In-Between is your old coven?"