His Cursed Luna
《... Love was always known to be a cure rather than a curse. This is not the case in my story.
My name is Lucas, I'm actually my pack's alpha. I've been an alpha since more than I can remember, it's maybe 400years or maybe more and my mate "My Luna" is my curse.
Her name is Stephanie, she's beyond beautiful. I never got to really know her...
Why ???
Well, because I got to see her death, every time we got to see each other she ends up dead in front of my sight ...》
... While I was lost in my thought he pursued his talking '' At least, my Stephanie gets to stay alive if she's with me, you're only going to cause her death again and again. You can't be less selfish to let have just a simple life. I can't believe you, do you hate her that much since you want to keep watching dying every single time you meet her?''
My vision went blurry for a while, the last thing that left my mouth was '' Fuck you asshole, I rather see her dead than to have her with someone like you ''. Then I let my wolf take control.
My wolf was a huge dark night colored wolf. Like any other werewolf, we share the same eyes, blue eyes. On the other hand, Earl's wolf was a brown wolf with an alpha shape but he was as big as mine.
I jumped over him attacking his weak body, but before I could squeeze him, he ditched my attack while running away like a coward toward the window. Before he could run I jumped over him again, this time I got him locked between my claws and fangs. As I lunched a bit over his throat trying to finish him, I heard her scream from pain ''Stooop .. please '' she cries out...
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