The Villain Alpha's Cursed Mate

There was a moment of silence, to the point it was easy to hear the trees rustling behind. Lennox’s pupils dilated, and he found himself momentarily stunned.

The demon they had braced themselves to confront was in fact, an unexpectedly, striking handsome man, his appearance a far cry from the beast everyone had anticipated.

His silver-white hair was styled in a messy, effortlessly, cool man-bun, and he towered at an impressive 6’5" with a powerful build that was both imposing and proportional.

His muscles were chiseled, visible even beneath his dark attire, and they seemed to ripple with every subtle movement.

The only odd feature of his appearance was the intricate web of dark runes that snaked around his otherwise flawless skin. These cursed marks were visible on his hand, neck, and even parts of his face. A dark blindfold covered his eyes, and the sight of it sparked a flurry of questions in the minds of everyone.

Was he perhaps blind, or was it some sort of clever ruse? To Lennox, the aura, the dark runes, and the blindfold were the unmistakable identifiers that made him recognize Donovan at first glance. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Donovan, is it?" The demon’s low, resonant voice echoed, his next words tinged with irony. "A name I’d almost forgotten thanks to your... hospitality." His fist balled in an attempt to restrain himself from attacking. He took another deliberate step forward, but halted, sensing the threat surrounding him. He could hear the sound of swords being unsheathed, the vibration he felt from the earth as they moved into position, and the angry growls he knew to be from a lycan wolf.

A mirthless laugh escaped him, and the air seemed to vibrate with his dark laughter as he sneered. "I thought you wanted to put me to sleep, but I guess I won’t be getting out of this painstakingly. Before that, why not sing me a lullaby, Prince Lennox?" his hand suddenly reached for something in his belt, but one of the wolves was quick to notice and charged with its clawed nails bared. To their surprise, the figure easily evaded the lycan’s attack, side-stepping to a safer distance, and in a flurry of wind, he had vanished from sight.

"Did he just teleport?" Lennox’s breath caught in his throat as he took a step back, his eyes wide in disbelief. At that moment, as if timed, there was an unexpected shift in the already tense air, and something felt out of place.

He turned around to quickly scan his warriors who were yet to shift into their wolf forms, and that was when he took notice of Dahmer’s absence. He was supposed to be leading the warriors who were yet to shift, but even the warriors were too caught up in their fears and concentration to notice their leader’s absence.

Lennox looked around in alarm before asking. "Where is Dahmer? He was present a while ago!" His voice rang out, drawing the warriors attention, and only then did they take notice of Dahmer’s strange absence. "Search the perimeter! Quickly! Stick to your formation and spread out!"

At his command, the wolves, massive and eager to draw demon blood, were the first to move out. The remaining shifters took position, while most stayed behind to keep their king safe. It took the angry lycan’s several minutes to fish out the demon, and when they did, they were unable to act as the demon had Dahmer pinned against a tree, holding him down by his throat.

Donovan tilted his head, listening intently to the frantic rhythm of Dahmer’s heart. He then asked, "Are you Dahmer?" His voice, low and menacing, was laced with intent. "Don’t bother lying about your identity now, I can smell your intention." The foreboding warning hung ominously in the air, freezing Dahmer in place. His face paled drastically when the demon’s grip tightened around his throat, threatening to choke the life out of him if he dared to lie.

Terror filled his eyes as he realized he was trapped with this monster, yet he wasn’t sure about how he found himself in this situation. He hadn’t been given enough time to shift since he got snatched away, but nothing horrified him more than the demon knowing his name.

"What do you want from me?!" Dahmer demanded, the desperation in his voice almost thick. It made Donovan eager to slice through it with a blade, and when he smirked, the sight of his excited fangs peeking out gave Dahmer the chills, his heartbeat increasing with each passing second.

In the end, he released Dahmer from his clutches and took a step back. He then turned around as though he intended to walk away, and that was when Dahmer chose to strike. The Alpha drew out his silver blade and attempted to use the given opportunity to slice the demon’s head off, a war cry escaping his lips as he swung his blade, but, before the strike could land, Donovan instinctively dodged and striked Dahmer’s wrist with his elbow, likely cracking his wrist bone in the process.

"AH!" He yelped in pain.

The blow loosened Dahmer’s grip on his sword, and Donovan quickly seized the blade. With remarkable agility and speed, he propelled Dahmer back with a brutal kick to his abdomen and chest, sending him crashing into a tree with such force that it splintered. The sound of breaking woods echoed through the forest as Dahmer kept splintering each tree he collided with. And Donovan, not satisfied with the damage, hurled the silver blade at Dahmer’s way. The Alpha was already in terrible shape, but he only realized the extent of his injuries when his own sword came hurtling towards him, targeting his right eye.

Dahmer’s life flashed before his very eyes at that moment, but a warrior intervened, deflecting the blade’s direction and saving him.

The wolves below growled and charged in unison, but Donovan leaped on a nearby branch, his cloak billowing behind him as he vanished into the treetops. The angry wolves immediately gave chase, following him as if their lives depended on it. From the ground level, the warriors could see how Donovan’s movements up the trees were fluid, almost ethereal, and impossibly fast. Using their moment of distraction to his advantage, Donovan deftly threw three star blades at the wolves below, inflicting lethal damages to their napes.

"Since when was he this flexible? And is he running away?" Lennox gritted out in annoyance. "Don’t let him escape! Do what you must to ensure he doesn’t go beyond the forest! He mustn’t escape!" He planted his feet firmly on the ground, attempting to draw his sword, but then paused. For all he knew, the monster was meant to be weakened, having only awakened, but it shocked Lennox to see he was moving with such unmatched agility. Was this due to the fact that he has aged while being asleep for fifteen good years?

"You want a lullaby? I’ll give you a lullaby, you bastard!!" He seethed and shifted in the process. His lycan form automatically took over, his beast two times bigger than a regular lycan. A powerful growl escaped him, and he charged into the forest. His clawed feet dug into the earth as he gave chase, erupting the soil from the ground, and his golden eyes burned with hate.

After going after Donovan with half of his warriors, Lennox was starting to wonder why Donovan wasn’t fighting but instead, fleeing from the scene. His brutal attack on Dahmer could be seen as retaliation since Dahmer attempted to make the first strike. Still, something about the situation didn’t feel right, and it was only starting to bug him after they made it to the middle of the forest.

All of a sudden, the demon stopped running and turned around to face them from the treetop, his head tilted low as if he was observing the lycan’s through his dark blindfold. He then chuckled, an unsettling smile forming on his lips.

"Fools."

Reaching for his grappling hook, he attached it to another tree and swung his way effortlessly to another branch. The wolves were unable to reach him, and to their astonishment, his next move took them by surprise. He whistled, and about five hooded figures appeared from behind the trees, their faces hidden in the depths of their hood as they had the lycan’s surrounded.

Lennox’s pupils dilated in alarm when he took notice of their hands, which had the cursed mark. It didn’t seem possible, but those marks said a different thing.

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"And you foolishly thought I was the last of my kind." Donovan casually leaned into a tree, arms folded. "You have no idea the problem that awaits you, prince Lennox! You should be king about now, since your old man is..." he gestured with a cut-throat sign, further infuriating the lycan.

"Dead." He spelled it out. He then attached his grappling hook to another branch before saying. "I won’t kill you, but there is someone I must meet, after all that’s the only reason I bothered to even come here. If you move, my people won’t hesitate to slaughter your necks and stuff wolfsbane into your mouth!" And with that, he was gone. The five hooded figures drew their blades and didn’t hesitate to attack the lycan’s below.

Meanwhile, Donovan was heading back to the fortress.