Chapter 6

• Marcus’ Point of View
• "Is she alright?" I asked while pacing back and forth. After I put her on my bed, I walked out of the room. We were outside of the packhouse, and Arnold stood with his arms crossed.
• "Yes, Alpha. My mate already put something to her bruises," he replied. I let out a sigh and ruffled my hair. I couldn’t control myself earlier. I looked at Arnold and saw him smiling like an idiot. My brow creased.
• “Why did you that? You could have talked to her gently,” Arnold said and sat beside me. I don’t know why I did that. My anger got the best of me and seeing her earlier with her terrified face, and I lost it.
• “I don’t know,” I replied.
• "Why are you smiling? You look like an idiot," I told him. He looked at me, but his smile never left his lips.
• "Just ignore me, Alpha. I'm just thinking about my mate," he said. I intently looked at him and nodded my head.
• "You love her that much?" I asked him as I looked at the vast blue sky.
• "Yes. I love her very much," he answered without hesitation. I smiled bitterly and clenched my hand into a fist. Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet. Only the chirping of small insects can be heard.
• "Why did you do that?" he asked quietly. I bowed my head.
• "I don't know," was my only answer to him. I don’t know what got into me and did that. All I saw was
• bloodlust.
• "I’m saying this as your friend,” Arnold started. “I know what you went through, Marcus, but that is not a reason for you to hurt your mate. Let her in dude. Don't push her away," he added gently.
• "I can't," I said softly. I bent down and messed up my hair. I can't let her in. If I did that, I would lose her too. My father’s words kept ringing in my ears. Mate and love will only make me weak.
• "Dude, forget the past,” Arnold said. “Mildred said that to you, right? It's not your fault what happened to your father. You don't know anything about the attack. You are a good person, Marcus. Learn to forgive yourself, dude." He added with a small smile.
• "No, it’s all my fault, Arnold,” I said.
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• I grew up with a strict upbringing. I wasn’t blood-related to my father, Samuel. He saved me when I was dying, but it was out of pity. I live in his pack after he took me in. Sometimes, he would physically hurt me until I passed out on the cold floor of the basement. It’s his way of disciplining me and making me strong. He always says it’s for my sake and the people around me. I have to be heartless. I learned all of that in my small, fragile body.
• It happened on my sixteenth birthday where father would pass the title to me as he had no sons or daughters who could inherit the pack. Rouges attacked our pack, and I froze on the ground. It all went back to me, the memory of how rogues slaughtered my family and annihilated our small pack.
• Our pack members have slowly ripped apart. I saw their dead eyes as their mates died in front of them. I couldn’t move, but my father’s slap made me snapped out of my thoughts. He had already transformed back to his human form with a wound on his body. I held his old withering body in my arms. He had no emotions as his breathing labored.
• “Father,” I called out his name. He looked straight into my eyes and spoke with his usual cold voice.
• “Marcus, if you want to protect the people around you, be a demon.”
• My father closed his eyes with his hand firmly holding my shirt. I couldn’t cry. The world was never fair, to begin with. I lay his dead body on the ground and transformed into my wolf. I only saw bloodlust. I ripped the rouges one by one.
• “Marcus! We found Mildred in the forest, and she is dying!” It was Wayne who mind-link me. My heart beats fastened. Mildred was the only woman who took care of me. She was a nagging mother for me.
• “Wait for me there,” I said. I killed the rouges in my way, and when I got there, Mildred was lying on the ground with a shirt covered in her body. I knew what happened from the sight. I growled in anger. The rouges raped her and left her to die.
• “M-Marcus,” she called my name affectionately. I could feel hot tears streaming down my face as I returned to being a human. I grabbed her hand while the warriors around guarded us.
• “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m really sorry.”
• “Don’t b-be. It’s n-not your fault,” she said while gasping for air. I squeezed her hand and gulped.
• “I only h-have a w-wish, child,” she said.
• “What is it?” I asked. She smiled and was forced to reach my face with her trembling hand.
• “Be happy,” she said, and with a smile plastered on her face, her hand dropped on the floor. I let out an inhumane growl. I became a monster that night. I became what my father wanted me to be, a heartless demon, and no one could save me.
• Once again, I couldn’t protect the people that were important to me. I failed them, and it’s entirely my fault for bringing misfortune wherever I am.