Silent_Writer

To the world out there, he was known as the popular CEO
To the Werewolf world, he was known as the Most Powerful Alpha of all time. 

His name is Zane, and he was the fearless leader of the Most Powerful Werewolf pack. Well, he made them powerful. 

Having a very bad childhood experience, Zane grew up to be danger itself. He grew up to be a devil in human form, and almost to be death itself. 

No one messes with him. Even when he's wrong, no member of his pack can stand to correct him as they'd diligently follow in his mistake. 

He had a strong passion for hurting people - especially women. He enjoyed making them suffer and watching them cry. That has been the life of Zane - the broken Alpha. 

 A war was coming - a heavy one - and Zane needed to have an heir already. The she-werewolves could never give birth. So, Zane needed someone outside his pack - someone that could get pregnant for him. 

He heard of a particular place where young ladies were captured and kept as slaves and sold out when it's time. 
And due to the urgency of the situation, he had to go there and search for one - a lady who'd be meant only for his bed. 

Of course, such lady is bound to be unlucky falling into the hands of someone like Zane.

Wanted By The Alpha King

Zane was sitting on the table, while Axel stood in front of him, leaning on the wall.


"Do you really think you should be stressing yourself already, Zane? Remember the Physician said you need a lot of rest". Axel said as Zane litted a cigarette and stuff it in his mouth.


"Sleep is meant for the weak" came Zane's ruffled reply as he took a long drag from his cigarette and released the smoke into the air.


Although, he still felt a little weak, he wasn't the type to show it.


"How did the Hunters get to know we were having a party there?"


"It's possible they were just passing by and noticed it. Then, decided to attack". Axel replied with a shrug.


"No. Something in my guts tells me someone was behind it. I just have the feeling" he took in another drag from his cigarette, while Axel thought critically.


Chapter 44