I walk alongside Midas's father, he was tall, with an air of uncertain danger. This is not someone you want to keep your guard down. He is filled with darkness, why so dark, it brings a chill down my spine. Maybe because I now know the cruelty he puts his people through.

"Apologies for my frankness but why speak to me?" He looks towards the people, watching them intently with a stern glint in his eyes. His thoughts are calculating something, I'm unsure of what. I have no idea if he's a good alpha, but I know he is a cruel bastard when it comes to outsiders.

We continue walking, not far from the path or away from visible eyes but everyone seems to have their ears turned. Something tells me he's caused harm to those who listen that are not meant for their ears. There is no way I would go to any private area with this man if Midas is anything like his father.

"I don't buy that you are his soul mate. In fact, I think you lied to cover up the fact he may have wanted someone else instead of you." I roll my eyes and hold in the big sigh I wanted to release from this man spewing delusional accusations. If only that we're the case than I would have easily left him. Although, something tells me he may have some bitter memories in the past. Possible woman who may have lied to him perhaps?

"Now now, let's not project our feelings onto others." My comment hits a sore spot by the way his eye twitches. His fingers furl within themselves. I can smell blood being drawn from his palms. It's almost as if he's on the brink of anger, ready to lash out against me.

"You know what I find fascinating?" He questions, I amuse him by answering a simple hmm?

"The restraint Midas has for you. Your head hasn't rolled yet, any woman who's dare shown defiance would be dealt with immediately," it is not a joke, the amount of times I have seen males take on new mates because they didn't appreciate their mates speaking against them or anything perceived a threat to their ego. There are rules but they are set forth for the males in this pack to follow. To ensure there is not a single uprising against the current alpha without causation.

However, with women... a head is rolled, at least every day. Midas should have dealt me a long time ago. I guess this bond is a blessing, but it's still a curse to me.

"I know you think you know the stories that the pack like to whisper about my relations with Midas's mother." My eyebrows scrunch in confusion. I don't know why he even brought his mother up. There is not much spoken about her except her death was the cause by her own mate for being weak, allegedly.

"What about them?"

"Truth that my mate was quite weak. Her parenting to the boys would have been detrimental if she continued. Now, Roland is certainly mine. I made certain of it." The last part makes me shiver. I already know what he meant by it and I feel for Midas's mother.

"However, I never killed her for being weak. I could have excused it and had other women raise the children properly if I so desired. But their mother was the most beautiful in this pack and I keep things that are beautiful closely." My confusion starts to increase each time he continues the story further. One I'm not willing to listen to anymore.

"I feel this conservation isn't serving me any purpose." I begin to walk away but his next worlds catches me off guard that I don't know how to handle this information.

"I killed her because Midas is not mine. He belongs to Odin. And you... oh, I thought why would a Lycan have a soulmate. We are denied by such luxuries by the goddess you worship," I stay still in a stunned state as Midas's father walks creepily close to my face. As if to taunt me with the truth. That my destiny was set the moment I breathed and he knew the joke all along.

A cruel joke indeed.

"I think you are maybe a child to the goddess herself and she has mated you to Midas in order to keep the Lycans in order. The only thing I regret is not killing his mother soon enough while he was still in her womb." I don't know why the last part triggered me but everything turned black around my vision turns red dead set on him.

My fists fly before he could react to the sudden punch to his face. He's knocked down and before he could get up, I have him by the neck. My nails have elongated slowly piercing their way in this softest flesh of his neck. The world around me fades and I can only focus on him. I want to kill him.

"I will eat your fucking heart you weak, pathetic excuse of a Lycan." I don't recognize this sound. It's so powerful yet terrifying. I can feel other heartbeats beating so fast. Are there others still around us? Do they fear me now just as they fear Midas and his father? I did not want to become like this, never like this!

Could he be the reason my mate is so broken inside he has to break others to feel anything? Why would the goddess give me a death sentence to be mates to him? What other truths are out there that I don't know of? Why did my family abandoned me! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why!

I can hear the growls that come out of me. They don't even sound like a wolf. But something entirely different, hatred is felt all over my body. I hate Midas but my heart still yearns for him! Why!? He has brought me nothing but misery! No, this man did! The Alpha Lycans' words are absolute. Even his sons followed his commands or else they are met with death regardless.

That doesn't excuses anything! Midas still hurt me! He hurt me! Hurt me! I want blood! It may not be from my mates but I will have it from him.

The false father!

I can sense the pack bending their bodies, their necks must feel aches by how low they go. The wolf within is pleased by the submission. She demands it, everyone within our path. I so desperately want to rip his throat out while forcing my bite onto everyone to listen to me.

"Winter... let him go." This voice, it's so smooth. I don't recognize the urgency. Why are they worried? I know it from somewhere, from someone. Everything is still dark in my world, the only light I see is the one facing the old alpha in deep crimson red. Midas... wait... Midas. He's here, I can feel him near. Does he know the truth yet? Does he know the ins he commits is not all him?

"He does not deserve to be your father. Everything you suffer is because of him, and he relishes your pain." I need to rip this mans throat out. I will not settle down until blood is spilled! I need to spill it! I feel hands brush lightly against my skins as if timid to make any sudden move against me. Do they fear me right now whoever they are?

"Killing him won't fix anything, Winter. You can't kill him for any words he may spread." I inhale deeply for a familiar scent, his. It's him. He's with me waiting for this chaos to die down. I thought he would run away like everyone else yet he stays despite it all. Why would he stay? Does he not hate me? He must know the truth!

"It is not what he says, it is what he did."

"What did he do Winter?" His hands are on me, caressing me to calm down. I want to calm down but this bloody Red Sea of anger washes over me continuously like an angry tsunami.

"He killed your mother, not because mates make you weak... no, he killed your mother because you're the product of Odin's seed."

His touch is gone.

"No... she said she only loved you despite your anger towards her." He is in disbelief that his mother would ever hurt him. Maybe his mother never had a choice in his birth. A harsh circumstances, one his father chose to blame her for. Possibly, or possibly the god Odin may have fallen for his mother. So many possibilities but which one is the truth?

"I'm going to tear his heart even if it gets me killed." Before I could crush Midas's father throat. My wrists are pulled away forcing me to be bound against a warm body. A body that soon heats up against my cold one.

"If you want to hurt anyone, then hurt me but don't give the pack a reason to destroy you. I can't lose you." With those words, the last ones my world becomes dark completely and I am lost to the sea of the void.

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Streams of soft light hits my eyes making me squint form the sensitivity. With a little persistence, I manage to open them wide and see I'm back in my room. I look around to connect with the familiarity of this room. I don't remember what happened, I try so hard to bring about the mental image. But something bubbles within, something red.

Something dangerous.

A low growl escapes my lips, I feel like I have an unfinished business that needs to be settled. I can't let this feeling go, no matter how much I try to ignore it and settle down.

The door creaks open and there stood my mate. There is blood all over him, he is breathless, anger written all over his face yet a small lingering moment of sadness that glints in his eyes.

I don't cower from his stare. I'm ready for a war that's coming my way with his fangs. But he doesn't move, he moved away from the entrance and leaves to our connecting restroom.

I'm confused, shocked he didn't come at me with his force of nature. I should be thankful he's not coming near but I'm not.

I'm annoyed.

I leave the bed sprinting to the bathroom to see him sitting on a chair with a wet cloth cleaning himself up. Before I could say anything, I take a good look at him and I can smell the blood trickling down his body. My wolf lingers her eyes in appreciation for this Lycan.

Before I know it, she has taken full control over me for the first time in my life. Rarely has this ever occurred. In fact, I never thought she was alive inside of me, especially as Midas claims I must not be a wolf.

Maybe he's wrong but he'll certainly find out. I run over to him in a fast motion. Pushing us against the wall with a loud bang. I straddle him on his lap and before he can react.

I kiss him with a full force, one I can't let him breathe. I can sense his confusion, but as my hands travel to his manhood, he doesn't bother to question my sanity. I grip his cock tightly as I growl into his lips biting them hard, drawing blood.

I'm unsure whether it is my wolf or I or both of us. But in this moment, I don't care. I take in his scent, the smell of his anger towards someone greatly turns me on. Has Midas pushed me too far that my attraction to him is fucked up? So many questions I have to ask and answer but now isn't the time.

My hips rock back and forth creating a tight friction between my pussy and his cock. He groans in appreciation. Kissing me back with in volition. He slips his hand between my thighs and before I can prepare, he inserts tow fingers inside jolting my body. It's painful, but not enough to deter me. He takes his fingers out and inhales my scent. His eyes turning black awakening his Lycan to the forefront. He licks his fingers, sucks on them to taste me.

His fingers slips back inside and now it's a smooth ride. I moan out loud from the slow intrusion. I look to the ceiling, my eyes rolling back. My arms wrapped around his neck as I rock my hips to ride his fingers. Midas's other hand wraps around my neck forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"Don't look away. I want to see you cum by me." The beast is here but Midas is in control. He wants this, he wants me to feel pleasure by him... only him.

"Uhh... y-yes." In this moment, I'm lost within his eyes. The color of gold glows as I ride. His body heat rising in temperature and for the first time in my life.

I feel warmth, his warmth. I no longer feel cold in this instance. I feel extremely hot, to the point I wish the cold returns. The cold is safe, it is something that's familiar. But my wolf denies me this comfort. She takes control once again and forcefully removes Midas fingers out of us. Grabbing his stuff cock and entering him inside us.

The both of us groaning at the feeling. I feel so full, so hot, it burns inside of me but I persist.

Up and down. 

Up and down.

Up and down.

My hips jumping back and forth. I want this euphoric sensation to continue. Before I know it, I grab his hands and pin them against the wall and ice pierced his flesh.

Midas growls in pain but is still turned on. His eyes becoming brighter at this rate. My pain doesn't deter him from our act of fucking. Blood falling from his wrist and the sight of him pushes me over the edge. Before he could finish, I cum all over his cock and howl out my pleasure. Shaking the walls inside this bathroom.

Sheets of ice cover this room, and before Midas could say anything. I open my mouth and pierce his soft flesh on his neck. Claiming this man to be mine. Our souls forever intertwined in a continuous cycle of pleasure and hate. If I can't love him, I'll fuck him into oblivion.

I don't know who's cursed: me with a man with no love, or him with a woman who hates him?