Taken By The Demon Alpha

"Don't fucking die.. Don't fucking do it baby. Just hold on a little longer" Asher muttered through clenched teeth as he quickly shifted into his werewolf form and disappeared into the wild.

It was a cold winter morning. 

The weather harsher than ever as it blew bitterly at his wolf as it continued to race through the tree lines and towards an unknown destination. The icy cold environment unable to stop it in its quest as the wild beast continued to race along. Pushing it's paws to go a tad bit faster.

It dark furs were glistering with snow dust as it leaped over a few death logs in its path before arriving at a clearing just over the edge of the forest. And over there on the snow covered ground, lay a lifeless woman whose body was half frozen with ice yet mutilated with several bullet holes.

The wolf was obviously offended by the sight before its blazing eyes, as it let out a soul shattering howl into the air over and over again before it quickly transformed into a huge man who is none other than Asher himself as he stood with bulged muscle and rock abs, his expression just as pained as he stared down at the scene before him. Even though he was butt naked, he didn’t seem to care as he went crashing on both knees before the lifeless body on the ground.

Anyone could tell, the death woman meant something to him from the way he caress her limp body into his chest before his shaky hands went to sweep across her face, shutting her lifeless eyes as well.

His whole body shook with rage and soon, his silent sobs had morphed into a much louder wail. His large hand, balled into a tight fist by his side. Even though it has only being a couple of minute since he got there, it’s felt like forever before he sniffed back his tears and then stood up from the ground, gathering her dead remains into his arm as well.

Fresh tears gathered in his eyes as he stared at the bullet holes scattered across her stomach and shoulders. 

His nose twitch slightly at the familiar scent of gun powder that was still fresh in the air, causing a low snarl to erupt through his clenched set of teeth. 

Unable to hold back his tears, he let them trickle down his cheeks over and over again as he cradle her cold body into his chest and began to rock her softly. He ran his fingers through her soft curls. Those golden strands of hair seem to hold a lot of memory for him as he smiled and cried a bitter sweet tears at the feel of it between his shaky hands. 

His brown hazel eyes trail further across her body, stopping at her flat stomach and another tears slipped down his cheek. 

Finally he placed a long lasting kiss against her forehead then eyelids before inhaling her scent deep into his lungs as though trying to commit it deep to memory.

He expelled another round of breath after a while, his eyes now narrowing into slit as he stared at nothing in particular but from the look on his face, anyone could tell, something more cynical was brewing in his mind, a heightened thirst for blood settling deep into his crawling skin. 

And Suddenly, something steaming from a place of great pain that was almost demonic, he found himself wanting nothing more than to take his own pound of flesh but he knew it'd be best to wait.

He knows exactly what needed to be done and even more? How to get it done. His enemy won’t know what hit him until it does. Until then, he has to first lay his mate to rest. 

**

One months later.

Asher who sat with clenched fist and an equally clenched jaw hasn't said a single word other than snarling and growling at anyone who tried to get even close to him. The only person bold enough to even try is his best friend and beta Alex but still he knew the subject of Macy's death was totally off limit even to him.