Xavier looked down at the people who stood below him, then at the crown his father held in his hand. It was designed in a unique way, the color a dark shade of red to represent the Pack’s name; The red Blud Pack.
Xavier wasn’t sure how to describe his current feelings, but pride ran like blood through his veins. He was about to be crowned king; an accomplishment he never thought a rogue like him could achieve.After the war, everything changed, even he did. He wasn’t the old Xavier anymore, he was Kaheel now, not the son of Alpha Gregory but the son of Alpha King Hayden.He wasn’t soft, wasn’t an emotional wreck that’d break down because of a girl. He was over that, over Celeste and now all he had in mind was ruling his pack with a strong mind-set.If he faltered, they’d look down on him, his father told him he had to rule with an iron fist, nothing could go pass him. The simplest treason should result in a war and death would be the reward of those who defied him.He’d have to be strong enough to rule the entire existence of werewolves. They had to be afraid of him, kneel when he walked by. He had no room for sympathy, one slip and he’d slide.Fear ruled the world, and he had to become fear. He had no time for love. He had crept behind Celeste all his life and now he found something better to do. He helped her enough, protected her when the only thing she wanted to protect was Zillon.He’d stop letting her break his heart, for now, he’d have none…just an empty hole in his chest.He didn’t need a mate, the thrill he got from having people who’d lick his feet if he told them to would be what made him happy until he died.With eyes as bright as the full moon above, he watched as his father lifted the crown and placed it on top of his head. It fitted perfectly, it felt like it belonged…like it was made for his head.The crowd below roared and with nothing but the will to rule, he held his right hand up towards the bright sky. “I have been crowned, kneel to the new king!”Everybody dropped immediately, and Xavier stepped forward, looking down at them all with glowing hazel eyes. This was all he needed, or so he had thought.Three months prior, he realized that his life didn’t go as he thought it would. The people he thought would’ve licked his feet if he told them to were the same ones who had refused to move when he commanded them to.They didn’t look up to him as a king, all they saw was a rogue, someone unworthy of the throne he possessed. A protest started, they wanted him to step down and Xavier… Xavier did what he had to.And sadly, his reaction to their actions lead him in the slump he laid in three years prior. His life changed drastically, it had taken so many wrong turns and none of it was his fault. There was always this insatiable hunger within him, this bloodlust that had him hunting constantly.The wolf that reigned in his mind and his heart was much stronger than him. He couldn’t control it, he was too weak. It lead him into so many misfortunes and when he stepped out of them, there was always blood trailing behind him.He had killed so many because of simple misunderstandings and even slight disrespect, and their screams tormented him every single night.‘Have mercy!’‘Please…’‘I beg you…’Their pleads were like a crying bird in his ears, a memory but also a nightmare, but even so, he couldn’t stop. The bloodshed was what kept him sane…Nothing else could help, and no one stretched out a hand when he was screaming out for help on the inside.He pitied his life…pitied his own damn self...And he wondered, who'd come to hold his hand when he eventually slipped down into the hole he dug...? Who'd save him, from his demons...from himself?*******A/N// WELCOME TO BOOK 2!!!!Alright...Alright what do you think people...?Thus Xavier's story😩poor man...I love him so much. but who do you think will save him?Xavier looked down at her, gaze so different from before. “I want nothing to do with you…” “But you said th—” “Forget about what I said, it was all a lie… I wasn’t using Celeste, I was using you.” The vulnerable look in Celia’s eyes hardened and even though her heart ached, she wouldn’t let him see. “It’s harsh, but it’s okay… I hope you didn’t think I’d crawl behind you like a lost puppy and beg for your love, because I won’t.” “I’m glad, now if you’d just…just leave me the f*ck alone.”*** Celia remembered those words like they were said to her just yesterday. It was on the day that she was set free from her prison cell, she had followed him outside only to be greeted by not a smile, but an expression of anger, of hate. He had been staggering, he had looked so darn pitiful and weak that she wanted to help, but she had been too inquisitive…for as he said, he wanted nothing to do with her… Why hadn’t he told her that before though? Why hadn’t he rejected her the very first time
Celia had to commend herself, she got into a pack as dangerous as the Alpha king’s with little to no effort, but then again, everybody was busy or rather distracted by the ball. It had already started, in fact, it has been going on for some time now. Slow songs were playing and women and men were lined out across the floor. Celia stayed in the corner, her eyes fixated on the man sat on the very top of the podium between the previous Alpha king and the former Luna. His eyes swept across the floor, his hand holding up his chin. According to Celia, nothing about him changed, his hazel orbs were still as captivating as the very first time she looked in them, and everything else as well. His whole physique had her in chains and even though many scents floated across the room, his was the strongest… It kept tempting her, making her want to go to him and the fact that her wolf kept whispering ‘mate’ in her head made the situation even worst. Back when she had first met him, she wasn’t ab
Xavier stepped down from his high seat, walking confidently down the steps at the side of the podium. Without hesitance, he lodged himself before the women who cowered at his presence. Whispers could be heard among the room and yet Xavier didn’t waver, his eyes were so cold, so serious...even as they ran along the beautiful faces of the unmated girls. “You...” He pointed at one of them and with eyes as wide as saucers and a racing heart, Celia watched as the girl he called upon stepped forward. “Yes alpha...” Her voice was soft, her head bowed...it seems she had been trained for this. “What’s your name?” “A-Anna Treston.” Xavier took a step towards her, lifting her chin and Celia’s heart felt as though a rope was tied tight around it. Would he re— “Step aside Anna...I don’t think you’re her...” The girl bowed her head and did as told and Xavier continued onto the other girls. One by one he analysed them until no more was left and only then did he step back. “I choose...” He tra
"You smell like her...you smell so much like her...Celeste my love." His face drew even closer to her neck and on the soft skin, he laid a gentle kiss. "You kinda look like her too or maybe it's just that I miss her too much." Celia's face hardened as she pushed him away, the pain in her heart unbearable. "Don't touch me when you're thinking about someone else, you want nothing to do with me, act like it." She stomped her way towards the exit, but just before she opened up the door Xavier grabbed her. "You can't leave, I'll advise them to kill you if you go out there." "Don't think for a second that it's Celeste you're talking to, I'm a beta, I'm not weak...I survived a war on sheer will power, I can survive anything else." She tried pulling her hand out of his, but Xavier pulled her against his chest. "I'm sure you wouldn't be able to win a fight against Kail if he came out there for you, and furthermore, I chose you...you'll have to stay...you'll have to be Luna." "I did not as
Slowly he reached for her face, wiping the single teardrop that streamed down her cheek. “Don’t cry, at least not because of me...” Celia shifted away from him. “Don’t touch me, you’ve done enough and you’ve said enough too. I swear to god I hate you with every string that makes up my heart and nothing you do will ever change that. I regret coming here, I should’ve stay away from you, but my stupidity apparently has no bounds.” She wiped her eyes and refused to fixate them on him. “I want to go back home, to my people, to Celeste...I shouldn’t have had to lose my old life because of you.” “It’s harsh, but I can’t let you go back...at least not yet...” He grabbed her by the wrist again and continued to pull her down the hall. It seems the ball was over because when they went back onto the floor, only a few persons were inside. Xavier pulled her pass them all and headed up a long narrow stairs. “My room is at the very top, that’s where you’ll be staying and just in case you even thin
Celia had set a clock in her mind to wake up in the middle of the night and she actual did. She had fell asleep on the floor moments ago and now when her eyes were open, her view was different. She wasn’t on the blankets on the floor, wasn’t covered from head to toe in the sheets she had taken from the closet. Instead, she was wrapped up in Xavier’s arms on his bed. It was surprising, especially since she couldn’t pick up on when exactly he had changed her location, but the wolf within her was glad he did. The warmth that radiated from his body was more comforting than the one she got from the blankets, his scent was even stronger this way too, and tingles ran along her skin like hands. Celia pushed closer to him, basking in the beautiful sensation until she remembered just what she had woken up for. She was going to leave, straight out that window. He really shouldn’t have underestimated her, she could do things that some men couldn’t, and even though she hated leaving, she hated s
Celia didn’t sleep, she couldn’t, her eyes remained open until the sun rose outside. She could see it through the curtains, hear as birds chirped and yet instead of thanking the goddess for life, she was condemning her. Why was she doing this to her? She understood that she had been a wicked little girl in her past, but couldn’t that woman see that she had changed? She had wanted so bad to leave this place last night and Xavier had made a mockery out of her because she couldn’t. She could hear his breaths, his constant sighs, he didn’t sleep either and Celia was glad. Bastard... Sitting up on the blanket, she stretched and forced a yarn for more emphasis. “Apparently there’s no rest for the wicked.” She then stood to her feet and looked over at him. He was laid on his back, sweat dotted all over his forehead as though he was drowning in a fever, Celia could care less, she wanted him dead anyway. “What now? You’re going to leave and latched the door from outside? You’re cruel enoug
“What did you call my son?” His voice was low, but it had this eerily dark chill to it. Celia wasn’t really scared, but she was a little intimidated. “X-Xavier...?” The man’s eyes flashed red and his hand came down heavily on the table almost throwing away the food stashed out across it. “I told you to take this god forsaken creature out of here, I’ll break her neck before this day ends. A rogue doesn’t belong here.” Xavier sighed, looking over at her. “Celia what did I—” Celia interrupted him looking over at his father. “And isn’t it ironic that ‘Xavier’ belongs here even though he was a rogue? I’m not a rogue, stop addressing me as though I’m a nobody because my scent is tainted, I have a pack, I wasn’t kicked out, I chose to leave.” “Then go back and leave my son alone.” “It’s your son that keeps holding me captive, I’d have left if he allowed it. Why don’t you tell him to stop keeping me here against my will? Tell him to let me go hom—” Xavier stood up abruptly, grabbing her