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Mated To The Blood Alpha

Azara Storm was a special wolf, blessed by the goddess with immense abilities. Her fairy-tale life ended the night her pack was raided. Left as the only survivor after the invasion, she tried to flee but was caught by the famous ferocious quadruplet Alphas.  Fate played a trick on her as the quadruplets not only recognize her as their mate but also protect her from her hunters, which is unlike them, but this protection comes at a huge cost.  Azara's heart shattered when she discovers that she is bound to be the quadruplet Alphas' slave mate. Her life ended the moment they claimed her. They were her Masters, her body and soul belonged to them.  Soon, Azara not only got entangled in the unexpected romance with the quadruplets, but she found herself drawn to the brothers’ mystery.  They were gross darkness and she was the pure light, but one thing about darkness was its ability to allure even the purest light, consuming it until it is stripped of its innocence. The burning desire to claim them consumed her, but this was at the expense of her deepest darkest secret.  Would she be willing to compromise even if revealing her identity could test their love?  Could she have them all? Whose heart would be broken so hers could be whole? What happens when the rogues come for her, would she be able to hide her secret forever? 
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Chapter 4

Kade

I shut my eyes, slowly tapping my fingers on my thigh, clenching my chiselled jaws as I tried to contain my rage while receiving information from my Beta via mind-link.

A bastard was caught snooping around the pack borders! How unlucky he was.

Successfully Submerging my furious wolf who kept whining and growling in my head, I quickly mind-linked my beta to send him into the dungeon where I was.

Where my captives were taken care of.

I took a long drag on my tobacco, feeling the gush of adrenaline throughout my body that charged me with pleasure and vigour.

"Ahhh," I exhaled slowly, puffing out the smoke in the air with my eyes tight shut.

I relished the feeling and at once I was excited. Excited to execute, to cause a massacre, to wreak havoc.

The swinging and slamming of the door broke my euphoria, causing my eyes to open at once. A small smile broke on my lips as I smelt my Beta fast approaching. He was the only one that could barge into my space without getting torn apart by my irate wolf. I could sense his closeness and I could sense another presence with him.

The smell of sweat and blood suddenly swept across the room, making me cringe my nose in disgust. That moment, I knew it was the spy sent from my rival pack. My Beta, Silvius, had delivered him the way I wanted.

Brutally beaten.

Slowly turning to my Beta who held a man in his late thirties that looked like he was about to pass out any moment, I nodded at him signifying a job well done.

"Alpha," he bowed, before lifting his eyes to meet my gaze. "He was caught trying to—"

I raised my finger in the air, interrupting him as my eyes were fixed on the body of my blood-soaked prey. Suddenly, the excitement I felt died, replacing itself with apathy.

"Take care of him," I said, quite surprised at how dull my voice sounded as I started walking towards the door.

"But why?"

I stopped in my tracks, drawing in sharp breaths as I snapped my eyes shut before opening them slowly. I almost forgot that Silvius was the only one who could question my authority. But not all the time. He was my Beta, my right-hand man. Even if we started as enemies to friends, he had proven to be trustworthy and I trusted him with my life, the same applied to him.

"Don't tell me you just beat him up without noticing the tattoo on his body." I bellowed as my gaze didn't leave the half-dead man. I let my eyes travel from his blood-stained head that made his hair appear sticky as they concealed his face to his badly broken torso as his cloth was ripped apart and then to his twisted knees that couldn't support his legs anymore.

Silvius had done a good job. He had been brutally beaten which made it difficult to recognize him. But I recognized him, and this time, he won't slip off my fingers.

"Don't be dumb. Don't tell me that you didn't see those," I pointed at the mark and tattoo on my prey's body that hid beneath his ripped cloth and blood. "It is crystal clear that even the blind can see it."

"I am sorry, Alpha." Silvius mumbled as I watched him from the corner of my eyes as he scratched the back of his head in confusion.

The sound of my footsteps resonated throughout the room as I walked Silvius with my hands buried in my black leather jacket. I could smell their fears as Silvius' hands won't stop trembling behind his back and my prey won't stop gasping like he had seen a ghost, mumbling pleas that triggered my anger.

I like that. Fear me.

"You know what this means?" I asked, pointing at my prey's ripped arm, maintaining eye contact with Silvius.

"Yes, Alpha. He belongs to our rival pack, the Dark Moon pack. The tattoo says it all," he said, admitting his stupidity.

"This mark here..." I placed my heavy black boot on the left side of my prey's chest, balancing my weight on the leg that pressed his badly injured chest, "means the mark of secrecy." I increased the pressure on his chest, ignoring his screams.

"He will never reveal a word," I angrily crushed his chest with my boot causing him agonizing pain.

"But we can torture him, Alpha. We can make him talk, this time, he might give us some information..."

"We can do nothing!" I yelled, irritated by Silvius' optimism. "He is a trained spy for fuck's sake, he won't reveal a thing," I sighed, looking at his badly crushed chest as he gave his last breath.

"You think you can make him talk by causing him pain? He had gone through hell...Just like..." I paused and looked away as I remembered my days of hell, the days I craved death.

The Alpha of the Dark Moon pack took something from me, something of inestimable value and I will never relent till I watch him give his last breath, together with those he loved.

Make him die slowly and painfully before throwing his carcass to the vultures to feed on.

"Never stop fighting," the last words of my dying father rang in my head as my eyes met with the moon outside the window and a small smile broke on my lips.

"When is the Alpha of the Dark Moon's pack birthday?"

"Tomorrow," Silvius replied as stared at me in confusion, wondering what I was up to. No one knew what I was up to, not even Silvius, my Beta who was my childhood friend.

No, you cannot predict me.

"Great. Tell Gamma Lukas to prepare a lovely birthday gift for the Alpha. The gift should contain the bastard's head and his balls, wrapped in a beautiful foil, with the pack's tattoo on it. Tell him not to forget to wish him a happy birthday." I laughed devilishly, holding my stomach. How interesting this game was.

"That was his favourite spy."

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