Zade

The shower served the purpose, rinsing the latest fatalities blood off of Zade's skin, but as usual, he never really felt clean; his wolf made sure of that.

Zades' strong hands pulled the muck out of his hair, the blonde mess plastered to his head as he tilted his face directly into the spray.

When had things gotten so damn hard?

But deep inside he knew; April Ramsey used to be his best friend, it was no secret growing up that Todd had harbored a major crush on her, and a part of Zade reveled in the knowledge that April liked him more, she was clearly clueless about Todd's feelings for her.

As they all grew together through the teenage years Zade often found himself watching April, the way she moved, her gentle kindness, she wore her heart on her sleeve, and Zade had wondered what it would be like to have her as his mate?

Unfortunately, they were in vastly different leagues; April's family were laborers within the pack, her mum helped out at the library and her Dad worked as a mechanic for the packs fleet of vehicles, while his parents were the Alpha and Luna of The Vengence pack, one of the most ruthless packs in America.

 Zade and his twin sister Arial were groomed from an early age to understand the difference in Pack ranks, and April's family were well below them.

April's birthday happened four days before his own, and the moment she turned 18, she had come to him, with her heart on her sleeve and a smile on her face, declaring that they were fated mates; at first, he hadn't believed her, after all, Alpha's are usually mated to another Alpha blood or strong Beta blood so their strengths would complement each other, but when Zades 18th birthday rolled around, he felt the pull towards her, seeing April in a completely different light, finally opening his eyes to the stunning woman she was.

Until his father pulled him aside and ruined everything.

Syris O'Connor gave his son a choice, reject the weaker mate, which would probably kill April, or accept her and forfeit any right he had to take over as Alpha of The Vengence pack, signing Aprils death warrant as Syris promised to kill her in front of everyone, to set an example for the rest of the wolves about the dangers of inter rank matings.

Either way, Zade would lose her, so he took the only option he could; knowing that April harbored an inner strength that rivaled most pack warriors, he trusted that if he made her hate him enough, when he rejected her in front of the pack she would embrace that hatred and survive the severing of the bond.

Sighing he turned the shower off and grabbed a towel, the bathroom was heated and werewolves core temperatures meant that the cold was never really an option but nevertheless Zade found himself shivering as he swiped himself dry.

How was he supposed to know, that April would refuse to complete the severing by rejecting his rejection? She shouldn't have been able to challenge his decision, but by the moon Goddess she did, and Zade found himself trapped in her gaze as his wolf fought viciously inside him, wanting desperately to run to his beloved.

The pain was excruciating that night, Chase mourned the loss of his mate, howling grief-stricken as they both felt the pack ties break when April crossed the borders into no man's land.

Zade looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, pulling on a pair of boxers, as he surveyed himself, the minty greens and forest browns of his bathroom providing an earthy backdrop.

Werewolves didn't really age, at least not in the same way that humans did. True his face was leaner now, more mature, high cheekbones giving his deep grey eyes a hawkish look.

He had a strong face, and the hours running pack borders and training his warriors insured his body was a huge mass of corded muscle, Zade knew his look appealed to the fairer sex, but little did the unmated she-wolves know he harbored a curse.

At the loss of his fated mate, Chase, Zade's wolf vowed that he would tear any female that wasn't his beloved to shreds, promising to paint the walls with their blood like some macabre Picasso, if Zade tried to bed them, and so far, he had been a wolf of his word.

Fifteen women over the course of four years. At first, Zade tried to lose himself in the embrace of anything with a warm pussy, but as his body count climbed higher, the woman became fewer, with tonight's she-wolf being the only f*ck he had had in the past three months.

Truth be told, his c*ck had a hard enough time staying erect these days, even trying to fool himself into thinking it was April moaning underneath him wasn't working anymore, and this last time she had actually tried to shove him inside her while he was still flaccid, for f*cks sake.

And that wasn't even the worst thing, since April was thrown out of the pack, there had been no more pups born to any she-wolves; a condition that seemed to have spread to other packs within the vicinity.

Switching off the lights, Zade made his way over to his huge kingsized bed, the cleaners were as efficient as ever, and a new bed with fresh linen awaited him, the walls were scrubbed clean and back to their normal ocean color, no stains were on the white carpet anymore, and the ceiling windows were clean, allowing him to see the stars again as he lay down.

Zade felt alone in the alpha's quarters, it was too quiet and lacked a Luna's touch, but what could he do? He instinctively felt that his wolf knew what was causing the sickness spreading through his community, the barren she-wolves, but therein lies the second problem.

Chase was also an Alpha wolf, a very strong male Alpha and when Zade had sent April away, Chase stopped communicating with him altogether.

Every shift was as painful as the night he rejected her, and there was a heavy silence in Zades head whenever he was in his human skin, man and wolf were completely disconnected, and that was a secret he had to keep to himself.

Curling up into a ball like a young pup, Zade closed his eyes and prayed for sleep to find him.