Alpha

"You can call me Alpha, my mate. Just so you know what to scream"

It's always raining when he attacks.

They say God crys, when he attacks and kills the innocent. God's tears are the rain that falls from the sky. They say God crys because he is disgraced to have created such a monstrous being. And this being is called Alpha.

Every werewolf has a mate. No mistakes. No second chances. No rejections.

They mistakenly think that people as evil as Alpha are destined with mates with hearts filled with kindness who inevitably turn the evil Alpha into a good one.

This time, that's not the case.

Because I'm the Alpha's mate. And I'm not as nice as people expected me to be.

I'm worse than Alpha even though I have no man's blood on my hands.
It's my words that leave even the strongest of men defeated and break people into tears with just a few whispers.

But now we're united! The next time we attack it won't be raining God's tears.
It'll be bolts of lightening silencing God's screams.