Damon: The Cursed Alpha

Damon’s POV

“We heard Callister was kidnapped last night” The motherfucking snowfall Alpha, Alpha Xander was sitting in front of me asking me that stupid question with a smug on his face.

I’ve been in a meeting with this man for hours, going on and on about the pack's politics and security affairs. He’s hell-bent on knowing everything going on here all because he was sent by the werewolf committee of leaders to do an internal inspection of our pack.

Ever since he arrived here, he had been hell-bent on knowing more about every pack member, those living in the pack house and those who decided to stay in their own apartment. I’d also given him the honor of going through our financial system, yet, this man deem it fit to still look down on me.

“Why is Callister any of your business, Alpha?” I asked, annoyance fixed in my words

“You do not talk to an Alpha like that Damon” He threatened

I smiled at his stupidity.

“Callister is one of my dogs and my most loved pet. I don’t know where you got the information to make you think Callister is one of my men but in case you need to know, Callister wasn't kidnapped, it just lost its way and as it had been trained to look after itself, be rest assured that he’ll be fine” I replied with the stick of cigarette between my fingers.

I didn’t explain any further because I didn’t owe him any explanations because I know he would have realized just how stupid he was.

“If that is the case, then I hope your dog will be fine” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat before he continued talking, “I wish to discuss a business deal with you and I need to ask you this paramount question, can I trust you?”

He was already getting on my nerves with his stupid questions and assumptions.

“You do know I have no obligation to sit here and answer all of your questions, right? I’m just been considerate because you’re a friend to my father. My father is the one who’s supposed to be here, listening to your rants and You come into my crib to talk about fucking trust. Should I remind you of who I am?” I yelled, right into his face.

Losing my temper is one of the many fine attributes I’ve got and I’m glad it always comes at times when I need it the most. How can this man come into my home and ask me about trust?

“I don’t want to know who you are, Damon. It’s not necessary for you to remind me of what you are. I know you and I’ve heard so much about you. You’re Damon; ruthless, heartless, and evil, but yet, you walk in the shadows of your father. You’re a coward, which is no surprise about how you ended up being a fucking Beta” He spat and o lost all control.

My claws came into view as I walked toward the Alpha as a predator walked toward his prey.

Before he could block the impact of the hit that I was about to grace his face with, it landed on his shoulder and I heard a crack before his face wrinkled in pain.

He was an Alpha; he wasn’t expected to show pain.

I moved closer to him, pulled him up by his shirt and threw him against the wall.

“Need I remind you that I’m not only the son of an Alpha but also the son of two Alphas. I’m much faster, stronger than you, Alpha and if you piss me off, I will break your bones, one by one, pack it up in a bag and send it to your family. Do you understand?” I growled.

He nodded.

“Very well! Good you know that. It’ll be best if you stop asking me about trust. If you want to put your money and your life on the line, good luck to you and if not, use my door, other packs will receive you and your business deals willingly” I replied.

The man kept on looking at me as if he was pondering on what to do next while still on the floor, breathing heavily from pain. I ignored his stare and placed my cigarette in my mouth, drew a deep one and blew the smoke into the air.

“I heard you were cursed while you were still in your mother’s womb” I smirked.

I wouldn’t be surprised about how news spread in the werewolf pack, I mean, we move faster than regular people, so obviously our news should spread.

“By your fucking goddess, yes. I heard too, Alpha. It was a really unpleasant curse but you know one thing, I loved how the spell was spoken and placed. Damn! That woman must be related to Williams Shakespeare” I said referring to the goddess.

For each and every pack, the goddess is worshipped in different forms, while others think of her as the sun goddess, we worship her as the river goddess.

“You’re a psychopath”

“You won’t be the first person to tell me that, Alpha. Let’s get straight to business, when are you leaving this place?”

His head whipped up in surprise. It was the first time in his life that he would be walked out of a pack. I don’t care if the fucking elders summon me to a disciplinary meeting, it wouldn’t be the first I’ll attend, and neither will it be the last one.

“Only when the elders want me to” I nodded

“Well, why don’t we send you back to the elders without your legs? At least, they’ll know you didn’t try to leave on your own accord” I stared hard at him so he would know I wasn't playing.