The Alpha With The Kiss Of Death

"You have to reject her. You know I am madly in love with her. She's all I've got! You can't possibly accept her as your fated mate!" Aldric's voice cracked with frustration and raw anger.

At that moment, the boundary between Alpha and Beta blurred for Aldric as he almost forgot the fact that he was talking to Randall, his Alpha. His agony was obvious in his eyes as they held torment and agony his words could not tell.

"Watch your tone, Aldric!" Alpha Randall's command boomed, his voice thundered at his Beta, giving no room for argument. "Do you know what it'd mean to reject my fated mate? Do you even realize the consequences of it all?" He asked, his sea-green eyes boring deep into Aldric's hazel eyes.

Aldric only looked away with his whole body trembling. "You can't do this, Alpha... She is my life, Please," he said in an almost inaudible tone, as he allowed tears to flow freely from his eyes, "I know how much you hate her. So, why hold onto her?"

"I can do whatever I damn want, Ric. I am your Alpha, and finding my mate is of great advantage to me and the pack. Get that right."

"But what about the prophesy, Alpha? I thought Visha was the prophesied one. You said that yourself," Aldric said in a whisper, looking around to make sure no one was in sight.

"What I do or don't do about my fated mate isn't any of your business, Ric. She is mine," Randall replied with an indifferent tone as he stormed out of the room.

Alpha Randall, a cold, ruthless, and unfeeling man in his early thirties had wondered why he'd never had a fated mate. It was beginning to become a matter of great concern until last night when everything changed for the worse.

Randall and Aldric have been friends since childhood. They both had a lot in common, making Aldric the only one fit to be his Beta.

Everything went beautifully well, until two years ago when their relationship began to go sour. They moved from being best of friends to being just an Alpha and his Beta, and now, things are set to get even more messy.

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TWO DAYS EARLIER:

The evening sun hung hollow in the sky, casting a warm glow on the earth. The air was thick with the acrid smell of blood and death as Alpha Randall rode ahead of his victorious army as they made a victorious entry into the Blood Crescent park, some rode on horses, while others marched on foot, chanting songs of victory.

Alpha Randall had just conquered a new territory and not a single soul was spared during the war.

His pack members all came out to cheer and sing songs of praise as they welcomed their ever-victorious Alpha and his undefeated army.

Alpha Randall was a god among men. Rich in power, strength, wealth, achievements... No one comes close. He was the envy of all.

As Alpha Randall drew closer to the crowd with his Beta and Gamma by his side, the whole world seemed to be at a standstill as his senses suddenly heightened by the intoxicating scent that filled the air as he felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

The strong scent of sweet Vanilla, rose and strawberry teased his nostrils, pulling him closer to the crowd. It was the most intoxicating scent he'd ever perceived all his life.

His eyes glowed a bright shade of red, burning with fierce intensity as the desperation to find out who the bearer of the irresistible scent consumed him entirely.

The cheering and chanting from the crowd died down as everyone's attention shifted to the direction of the Alpha, but no one dared look him in the face.

And in that moment, he saw her. Standing before him, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, was the most beautiful being he had ever beheld.

Alpha Randall took slow, deliberate steps towards the lady who was about five feet and four inches in height - just as he likes them... Small and fragile.

Her skin, smooth and flawless, seemed to glow with an inner radiance, casting a spell over him.

Randall felt as though he had been struck by lightning, his breath catching in his throat as he gazed upon her beauty, his towering figure dominating over hers.

"Mate." The word left his lips, earning him silent gasps from the crowd.

The young woman in her very early twenties, whose head was bowed, in fear and confusion instinctively lifted her quizzical gaze to meet his, "No..." She whispered in fright as Alpha Randall locked gazes with hers, causing his expression to turn sour immediately.

"Reyana?" He called her name, his tone bearing anger and disgust as he shot her a deathly glare.

It was at that point that Reyana knew she was doomed for life.

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The heavy wooden door creaked softly on its hinges, announcing Alpha Randall's presence in the dimly lit chamber. The flickering flames of torches mounted on the walls cast dancing shadows, creating a warm atmosphere.

The air was thick with the sweet scent of lavender and rose petals. He sniffed in the air as it was calming to his raging soul. He always found peace here.

Randall's gaze swept across the room as his eyes finally rested on the figure sitting gracefully at the other end of the room - The woman he loved more than life itself.

His eyes twinkled with satisfaction as he gave her a slight smile.

"Visha..." His throaty voice called out her name in the most possessive tone as his eyes drank in the sight of her.

"Alpha Randall," her silvery voice called out in its usual tone that held nothing but peace and innocence as she stood up and made her way toward him.

"How have you been? I missed you all day," Randall said, staring into her deep blue eyes but as usual, she averted her gaze.

"I have been well, Alpha," she replied shyly, brushing off a strand of her long, flowing blonde hair.