Alpha's Second Chance

ROUGE KING

I growl loudly, and everyone around me runs away. The witch on the floor, bowing to me, shaking with fear, is the only one who does not move.

She failed. She didn't break the bonds I wanted her to. I needed to weaken the

two kings; the only way to do that was to get their mates, which isn't bad for my plan either. But she could not even break the bonds, weak, stupid witch.

"You failed me," I growl.

"I am sorry, my king. We did not know a witch protected them. She was too strong, and her powers were more than just a natural source. Maybe she must be a hybrid, half-witch, or half-wolf. Because the strength I felt was not something I've ever met before." She says in a scared voice, and I growl again.

"Remember, if you are of no use to me, I have no reason to keep the brats of your kids alive," I say and smile when I hear her voice turning even more scared.

"I will find a way. I promise. Please do not hurt my children." She begs me.

"Then find a way, and do not fail me again, or I will let the vampires have a snack," I tell her.noveldrama

"Yes, master. Thank you for another chance." She says, still bowing on the floor. "Leave," I say, and she hurries out of the room.

Fucking kings, our world was better when there was no king. I don't give a shit for their rules about letting rouges go into their town. And does one family have to have so much power it hardly feels fair?

And the true king, he is just a kid. Why would the moon's goodness let a child have so much power that he could rule the world? No, it's better to ruin them and change the world my way, where everyone is a little of everything. Hybrids.

People think I'm crazy delusional, but they will see who is the strongest in the end.

The door opens and two guards push a blonde petite girl inside, just as I like it. She looks around, fear pouring from her, and it makes me even hungrier.

Usually, I like to play with them a little. Satisfy myself with them before I take what I need from them: their blood. But today, I am too angry and hungry.

"Where am I? Why was I brought here." The human girl whispered. I look at her and smile.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Marlene." She whispers.

"Marlene," I say, tasting the same thing on my tongue.

"You are here to feed me," I say, and before she can answer or scream, I am on her. I cover her mouth to stop her from screaming and sink my fangs into her blood veins on the neck.

She tries to fight, but I drain her

blood fast, and she soon goes lifeless in my arms. When I have taken every fast drop of her blood and her pulse is gone, I let go. The body falls to the floor, and I leave it there and walk to my desk. Finding my little black book and wrote the name Marline under the last name. I have more books than this. And many thousands of names written on them as my little trophy.

Yes, I am a hybrid. My father was a vampire, my mother a wolf. My father always said he loved my mother. But he killed her after I was born because she wanted to leave. He told me she hated me for being what I was. Grabbed, my mother was a wolf he had held in captive and had gotten pregnant, unintentionally, of course.

My father was killed some years later by my mother's family. And I knew back then if they would learn about me, they would kill me as well. So I hid, and here I am, powerful and the only one who understands what our world needs.

I watch as the door opens, and two servants come to remove the body of the woman. I ignore them and concentrate on what is Important. Finding a plan to make the world better, then screw the moon's goodness.

The world doesn't need her and her fine ideals. No, we are better off on our own.

The door opens, and Arlene and Alina, the redheaded twins, walk inside, both only wearing some small panties.

"Master, the servants say you didn't play with your food today. So we want to help you." Alina says, and I smile.

"My beautiful ladies, always ready to make me happy," I say as I caress their faces.

"Always, my king," Arlene says, purring like a cat.

"Mmm, then let's play," I tell them, and they both giggle seductively.

The twins know what they like, and they are always ready to play, and that is exactly what we will be doing. Playing. I smirk my head evilly as their hands undress me.