"Samya please be quick we are lagging behind in orders. There's a huge line" my manager yelled at me to come take the orders. I sort of got late you know. I mean a girl loves her beauty sleep come on. He doesn't necessarily have to yell at me. Can't he just ask nicely for me. I quickly went towards the counter to take the orders.
"Sir I'll take the orders right away" I said plastering a smile on my face. I absolutely loathe this oompah loompah, excuse of a human creature. It's even an insult to oompah loompahs to call him that.
I start with my daily routine. Taking orders. Packing them and giving them to people. I don't exactly love my life. I am not poor or anything and for most I am doing a job I have always wanted. It pays enough and I am living a good life as seen from other people's perspective. But there is something missing. I can feel it. My heart isn't at peace. I still feel restless like there is someone specifically whom I am waiting for, since all my life.I constantly feel this weird monachopsis in my heart that I don't belong to this place. To this world. I feel like my heart is somewhere else that my heart belongs to someone else. Somewhere with someone where my tranquility lies away from this fake world. I have had this feeling in my heart since childhood and this feeling is something that made my past my biggest prison that I can't escape. No matter what I do every action that I commit reminds me of things that have happened. Reminds me of the pain so excruciating, a pain so unbearable, a pain so painful. A pain that I can't forget. Never will it let me forget it. I hope one day, maybe one day I find my harmony and my calmness. Finally like this the whole day passes same old mundane day. Nothing new. Not that I want anything new to happen. I have found some sort of comfort in this life of mine and come to terms with the fact that this is how it would be for the rest of my eternity. Why am I so miserable?I don't know but yeah this is what I am. This is who I am. If anything people who are close to me have accepted me like this. Only two friends of mine whom I can trust on my life. Haris and Alina. My best friends. People I can swear my life upon. They are the only ones accepted me in this dejected sorrowful state of mine. I shake my head and clear it of all the thoughts to leave the cafe as my shift was over.
I leave the cafe and walk to my home which isn't that far, just a ten minute walk. I live in a huge building in a pretty much good apartment. Thanks to both my friends who contribute too as they live here. I reach home and switch on the lights knowing Haris and Alina aren't home yet since they have jobs that demand more time. I head straight towards the kitchen placing my bag on the plush oval blue sofa in the lounge and remove my coat. I start preparing my meal.I love cooking and baking one of the many reasons why I work at a cafe but with an oompah loompah don't forget that. I prepare myself some spaghetti and leave the rest in the fridge for Haris and Alina. After eating I decided to take a shower and sleep, well I guess TRY TO SLEEP is the most accurate word because the moment I close my eyes the demons of my past would come haunting me in the form of nightmares. Thank God our rooms in this apartment are soundproof or else God know Haris and Alina would have been fed up of my screams and cries for help to basically to no one in particular all night long by now.
Abraxax' POV
"Alpha we are done packing everything up, the cars are ready if you want we can leave now" my gamma said knocking on my door. I opened the door and left the room without sparing a glance to my gamma, my third in command. I exited the house I have been living in since the last 50 years here in London. I looked back at the house, all my men carrying my valuables towards the cars and trucks. I sighed looking at the house. Moving is nothing new for me. From one city to another. One country to the other. It's all something I have been doing for the past 1000 years and something I will be doing for the rest of my eternity. I sit in the car and start thinking about how messed up my life is. I am immortal I have to move every 50 years because people start noticing that there's not even a wrinkle on my face not a single change. The same young 28 years old guy that never seems to age. But I don't really care I am the Alpha king. The alpha of Alphas. The Lycan God. King of werewolves. I am an indigenous. One word in my alpha voice and the whole world is bound to go on their knees. The major reason I move is because I have been finding my mate since the last thousand years. I have finally given up in these 50 years because I know the moon goddess has not blessed me with such a great happiness. After all I am a ruthless alpha who has killed thousands. An alpha who is who finished the whole Lycan generation. I am merciless, pitiless, cruel. I snap people's neck at one mistake. Who would want to be the mate of such a heartless being. I close my eyes sighing and resting my head back on the car seat and letting everything, every tree every, road pass by slowly as we move towards the airport. I want to die but I can't I have given up on finding a mate because I know there's no one such made for me no one such who want to accept me. I have accepted my fate. I have accepted that I would live for the rest of eternity until the end of times. Until the moon goddess herself blesses me with her mercy. Until she herself removes my soul from my body. Until she herself calls upon me.
To show the world Abraxas was the CEO of the world's largest textile company. To the world of humans and werewolves both. He was a cruel and brutal creature. To the world he seemed like a player. But little did they know in these thousand years never did he touch a woman with sexual intentions. Ever since he was a kid he has been waiting, waiting for his mate so that he can spend the rest of his life with her. To share his soul with her. To complete him. To make his heart beat once again like it did for his family. To make him feel alive and not just live. But he has finally given up. In the last 50 years he didn't make any effort to find her. His wolf Adonis has barely spoken to him since then. Only when he needs to shift and needs an advice Adonis would talk apart from that he would never talk. Never make jokes like he did. He was distant. Distant from Abraxas. Angry and sad because Abraxas gave up, gave up on finding his other half his reason to breathe for all these years. To everyone he was an unforgiving unsympathetic alpha but deep inside even this stone heart needed someone to help him. Needed someone to pull him out of his agony his pain his anger. In the inside he was still his mother's little Abraxas his mother's pure angel, her favorite child. In the inside he was broken too just like Samya. But unlike her he put up a mask, a remorseless mask for the world to be afraid of.
Author's note:
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WerewolfA ruthless werewolf Lycanthrope Abraxas who is indigenous. The last one of his kind. After searching for his mate for almost a thousand years he finally gives up. He's insane and has a million hidden secrets whereas Samya is an innocent, intriguing...
