ALPHA SIN

SIN

It was nighttime when I stepped into the room again. I saw Artemisia standing by the window side, staring up at the light of the moon.

She tilted her head and placed her hands on the sill. The nightie she wore ruffled as the wind floated into the room, and her long waist-length ginger hair followed suit.

I groaned as her delicious scent glided into my nostrils. My pants tightened, and I glanced at the already forming dent on it.

It was just like always. I wondered if I would ever be free from the spell she had placed on me, as I didn’t see it to be an ordinary thing.

No woman had ever affected me this way.

For others, when I felt like getting laid, I needed to be close to them, and initiate some sort of romance before I got turned on.

Sometimes, I don’t get turned on, I just do what I want and leave almost immediately.

I wasn’t the one to dwell on a fling or a one-night stand. I like to tell the women I wanted to be with beforehand, so they wouldn’t read any meaning to whatever happened between us.

However, for Artemisia, it was different.

“This woman would be the death of me.”

I gritted my teeth whilst clamping my feet tightly to remain on the spot as the urge to take her to bed swelled through me.

I inhaled, then let it out slowly to clear my thoughts. Also, I glanced at her again and noticed she was now staring at me. But she still stood by the window.

My ears perked up as several howls sounded from afar. My body tingled, reminding me it was time to transform into my wolf form.

I hadn’t noticed the wolf moon. But, I usually know whenever I want to transform. Sometimes, I could control it, whilst the other time, I couldn’t.

Just like tonight. It had given me the first warning. But I was trying my best to ignore it. I wanted to speak with Artemisia. To make her feel secure and not make her feel like she would be a meal to any supernatural beings.

“Hey,” I said.

I eyed her briefly, and I glimpsed a look of uncertainty on her face. She tilted her head and her eyes narrowed.

“What is wrong?” I asked as she grimaced.

“Is that a werewolf?” She inquired, walking towards the window again. She dragged the curtains apart and poked her head outside.

“It is,” I affirmed.

“I believe you owe me an explanation for everything.” She said.

I nodded, walking towards the swivel chair that stood in front of the wardrobe.

“I doubt you would understand everything. But, you can do your research on it. Although not everything that is being told on the internet is true.”

“Okay.” She said, walking towards the bed. She sat on it, crossing her ankle.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Werewolves are supernatural beings. Most people, especially humans, believe it to be mythical. Well, they are not, and one is right here in front of you.” I chuckled, pointing at myself. I frowned as I noticed she didn’t catch my joke.

“There are a lot of hierarchies in not only the werewolf world, but the supernatural world at large, and each rank must obey the others, from the senior to the junior. That is the rule that was laid down.”

Pausing, I glanced at her to see if she was listening. I continued whilst I saw her eyes on me.

“For instance, the werewolf rank begins from the Alpha…”

“Who’s Luna and why do you keep calling me that?” She cut me off.

“I’ll get to that,” I mumbled. “The Alpha is the leader of the werewolf. The previous Alpha chooses them to take on the role. Or if she saw them perfect for the position, the moon goddess chooses them, Selene sometimes associated as…”

“Artemis in Greek,” Artemisia said with a smile.

I nodded. At least she was listening and wasn’t cowering like I had thought or staring at me with wild eyes as she had done earlier.

“Most times, the Alpha is selected after sparring with another werewolf who desired to be the Alpha in the pack. So, technically, it is a battle of strength when that happens.”

I went further to explain how I became the Alpha, which was by succession from my father and the moon goddess, as she deemed me worthy. Also, I told her about the other ranks were present in the werewolf world.

And a little about other supernatural beings, so she would have a bit of knowledge and as well as tried not to overwhelm her.

“Well, that’s all. Do you have questions, or is there something you don’t understand?” I asked.

I facepalmed inwardly because I sounded like the Sigma, the tutors in the pack.

Furthermore, I could be many things if I wasn’t an Alpha. But being part of the Sigma was something I would never wish to be, as I was impatient to explain things I believe they should know beforehand.

However, explaining everything patiently to Artemisia was astounding. It makes me feel like someone else.

“How many supernatural beings are there in Merene? What will happen to me that isn’t a werewolf? Did you accept me because you wanted to kill me?” She rambled.

“Woah!” I exclaimed. “Hold up. One question at a time.”

Artemisia nodded but said nothing. I assumed it was all she wanted to ask, so I began with the explanation.

“There are a lot of supernatural beings in Merene. I don’t think if we start counting each household they are in, we won’t get all of them, as a lot migrate into this region every day.”

“Secondly,” I said. I stood up from where I sat and moved towards her. I waited in front of her to see if she was going to scurry away. As she didn’t, I crouched and gripped her hand.

“I am not killing you Artemisia and no one is doing anything to you. Not even a single hair on your body would I let anyone touch again.” I vowed, clutching her hands tightly.

I felt something snap within me. It was as if the wall that I had built around me had broken. I didn’t know how, but I felt a change in my emotions.

The hate I had for her had disappeared abruptly. Even though she did nothing that made me loathe her.

But now, I didn’t anymore.

Your mate, Ager, my wolf whispered.

My mate? I questioned back, aloud.

“You didn’t explain why you call me Luna and what is a mate?”

I glanced at Artemisia. She was my mate. But how?!