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Alpha of Alphas. That’s what Xerxes existed for the rest of the world, but a beast hindered in human form. I detested him. I halted excavating the prosperity in his smile and the vicious turmoils he birthed upon me with his one feverish gaze, no longer tremble me. My soul that yearned for him, for my other half ceased the longing the moment I witnessed his true self. He kept me begging. He kept me within the palm of his hand, playing with me as if I were his doll, crushing my dreams and never excluding hope little by little each day.

The eternal love I instilled during our early meetings squirmed into ashes. His soft gazes successfully confined me into misconception for he never planned to repay my emotions yet all he left me with is misery for a lifetime. Xerxes was my brother’s closest friend and the strongest, a male who many women from diverse packs hungered over desperately hoping he would end up being theirs.

He was a wicked seducer indeed for those striking heterochromatic orbs of his, and flirty smiles that entangled many, including me. And just like that, I was deluded. The moment he elongated his claws to rip the heart of my brother clearly in front of me whilst I cried and screamed for him to spare my only family. He doesn’t feel any sorrow, yet he passed me a vicious grin of his. He shows his true colors. Beauty is an illusion and Xerxes Celeste is a deception.

He made me pay for sins I’ve never committed. His definition of love and adoration is fully modified into obsession and suffering. The hands that caressed my skin lovingly induced sparks of want every time he touched me now left wild marks of his ownership each night. His warm embrace that kept me warm on cold nights now suffocated me. He was no longer a human. No longer the male I desired. His eerie has surrendered to the beast that resided inside him yet he never succeeded in breaking me. He killed my family, destroyed the pack I grew up in, massacred the people I was raised by. Yet he left me alive, to suffer for eternity, by his hands. He taunted me, my emotions were just new exciting toys for him. He calls me his flower for he wants to watch me writhed under his fingers.