17

"We are hunters, love. And you're part of our plan from now on."

"You are what? Devin how can you work with hunters?" I asked in complete disgust. It's a miracle I'm still alive.

"I'll explain, princess. Let's start at the beginning.", Devin started to talk and came towards me. He helped me up and dragged me to a windowsill, where he pulled me onto his lap, forced because I didn't really defend myself The other three sat across from me on a brown leather sofa, eager for the story Devin is about to tell me, with the 'boss' also leaning back in his office chair.

"So let's start with my name. My real name isn't Devin Matt, it's Devin Nox."

'Nox', I thought again. The name said something to me, I just couldn't remember. What did that mean again?

"You don't remember?" Devin asked questioningly. "Well, let me enlighten you: Nox is one of the oldest werewolf lines in the world, along with the Kuro, Pamina, Storm and Asra lines. That means I'm a born one Alpha. Unfortunately, I was never able to exercise my birthright as my great-grandfather wanted sole power over all packs. He wanted to be the head alpha. Unfortunately, the other alphas managed to stop him. He was killed and his family, his children were simply banished. Well, you see, I was born an outcast just like you."

I sat next to him speechless. He was more like me than I thought. But I saw the evil in his eyes. He wasn't a good person and what would come next would prove it.

"My parents took me across the country, but as an outcast you don't have a minute without worrying that someone won't dart out from behind the next bush and want to kill you. When I was 15, it was enough for me. I wanted revenge, so I returned to the original Darknox pack and killed everyone. Unfortunately, I lost every chance to join a pack because that night my eyes turned yellow."

I immediately had to think of my brother. I hope he didn't commit such an act as well. Wiping out an entire pack... how could Devin do such a thing? There lived innocent wolves and puppies. Who is capable of such a thing?

"But that didn't matter because I would never have submitted to another alpha anyway," he continued. "When I went back to my parents and proudly told them what I had done, my father just scolded me, he I myself was born a packless like me.I thought he would be happy...but when I realized he wasn't, I killed them both.And then I found your outcast pack and I started my plan to forge." Devin turned to the grey-haired, who got a nod from him, so he continued, "I'm going to be Ober-Alpha like my great-grandfather wanted, only I'm going to make it too. I have help from the hunters, who are now spread all over the world and are waiting for our signal. Together we overthrow all packs and keep them in check, if someone resists, the respective mate is punished for it. We'll start by killing the Council of Elders, this old bunch is overrated anyway. Then we attack the strongest packs. When we have this under control, everyone else has to submit. And once I'm top alpha, that's where you come in. Because then we're going to make a lot of puppies, which will then be used as alphas in the strongest packs in the world." He paused a little, grabbed my chin and turned my head in his direction. "You're a strong wolf , but against me, a born alpha, you wouldn't have had a chance to win the fight anyway." He probably alluded to our training together. He and my brother had always been the only ones in our outcast pack I couldn't defeat. But that with the size and dimensen strength of him, would at least be clarified now.

Devin interrupted his narration by beginning to kiss my neck. I was far too shocked by what was said to be able to react to it. I must stop him and warn the packs, but what if he keeps me here? Emotions raged in me. I was afraid. Fear that his plan could really work.

"What about your mate?" I asked in a trance and Devin pulled back from my neck. So maybe I could convince him to let go of me. But is that a good idea? He revealed his whole plan to me and will certainly not let me go. Before that, he will most likely kill me. I was so young. I didn't want to die. I had only just found my mate.

"A little sweet she-wolf who suffered from a wolf disease that you can't change. Just weak and pathetic so I put her out of her misery." he said as if it were perfectly normal. But I knew better. The only one who was actually sick here was Devin.

"You're sick, Devin!" I said in disgust. I'll never bear his children before I'll take my own life. All of this. I must be trapped in a nightmare. I want to get away from here this psychopath.

"I'm not sick. The world is. Once four of our children are big enough to be Alpha, we will place them in the four lineage packs of the world, and then we will begin to reveal to humans who we are and which of the two of us should be the leading race." Devin's voice wasn't calm anymore this time but full of hatred. "We will sub-order them and soon me and the hunters will have world domination."

The blazing hatred in his voice scared me even more. But I noticed something. Devin said he would never submit, which means he would certainly never share power with the hunters. They are just pawns in his game. Maybe they were my hope that I could use them against him.

"Your plan will never work. You'll kill the hunters anyway as soon as you-..." I got no further, because suddenly I felt a burning pain in the crook of my neck. It was excruciating pain and not a bit pleasant.

He hasn't really done that now, has he? How can he?

Shocked, I felt my neck and then saw the blood sticking to my hand. He really had. HE REALLY DID IT!!!

Suddenly all I could think about was Steven. He's my mate. He should have. But now Devin has done it.

"First come, first serve," he whispered in my ear. I didn't know if I should be angry or sad now that he was just depriving me of my right to choose my mate.

He just tagged me.

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