Alpha Thanatos

Lycanthrope:
~From the ancient Phoenician cult, originated in 1200 BC.
~ The oldest of their kind, as well as the most lethal, dominating, and formidable.
~ Only one is known in existence today. That is Alpha Thanatos; literal translation: Death.

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"Don't move." His voiced boomed over.
I knew that voice.
I felt so many eyes on me. My heart hurts while it beats. I couldn't control my body shaking.
I look down, watching me feet, and trying to breathe. Anything could happen.
I saw two more rows of toes come into view as I smelt the man standing in front of me. He smelt so fucking amazing. I ball my fist, as tears leak out.
I hear him breathe in deeply, setting that I am in fact his. "Look up. Now."
I do as he asks, him being for too powerful for me to disobey.
He doesn't wipe my tears as most mates do. He doesn't grab onto me. Or mark me. Or anything. Just stares.
"What is your name?"
"Elena." I breathe.
He lifts my chin up further, pointing to every person in the field on my side of the fight.
"They will all live, but not your Alpha. You can't save him. You won't," He grabs me by my throat, but doesn't squeeze, "And if you make a single peep I will kill the rest of them."
My eyes water more, terror filling me. I shake my head, pleading with him silently.
"And if you don't come silently I will do far worse than kill them. Understand?"