Verixa’s Curse

In a luxurious office surrounded by wall to ceiling windows and sleek, modern furnitures, Alexander sat on his chair overlooking the dazzling streets lights and sipping on his favorite whiskey, lost in thought.

He can't help but think of Sophia, the cute, elegant yet funny and resilient secretary, who kept on distracting him and he's never felt this way before.

All of the sudden, a knock came from the door, and a low growl escaped from his mouth, as he hate being disturbed, come in, he said with a low voice.

Two men entered, dressed in black suit, tall, elegant and with an athletic build. If Sophia was here, she would recognize this men dressed in black, was also part of the enigmatic figures she had glimpsed in the meeting room, on the first day of her arrival in the company.

One of the men dressed in black stood tall, his features chiseled to perfection. His slender yet athletic physique was honed to precision, with muscles rippling beneath his skin in all the right proportions. His dark hair was impeccably combed, every strand falling into place, with military precision, framing a strong, angular face. 

His eyebrows were shaped with razor sharp definition, eyes that gleamed with a piercing intensity, their expression, a mask of unyielding seriousness. Yet, as his gaze settled on the man seated on the chair, a flicker of reverence danced in their depths, a glint of unspoken respect that betrayed the otherwise stoic facade, his name is Ryker, the beta to Alex, he his above all, and second to Alex.

The other man, with his striking blonde hair, possessing a face that defied convention, a visage so breathtakingly beautiful, it seemed almost otherworldly. Yet, one feature stood out, a testament to his masculinity, the sharp definition of his Adam's apple.

His smile was radiant, as if the world itself had given him permission to revel in its beauty. Despite the spark of playfulness that hinted at a deeper and higher level, there was also a flicker of fear, of respect, and of reverence. As his gaze settled on the man seated on the chair, his expression transformed, a scary blend of emotions that spoke to a complex, multifaceted soul. His name is Parker, gamma to Alex, the third in command rank.

The two men greeted the man on the chair, their voices low and deferential as they spoke in unison, supreme Alpha Alex, we are here to bring you the result you asked for, they spoke with respect laced in their voice.

Before they could continue speaking, Alex interrupted, his voice booming in a very authoritative and commanding tone, Is she the one? he asked.

Ryker handed Alex a file, his expression serious. She is the one, Alpha, he said, his voice low. She was born August 24, 2003. Alex's eyes narrowed as he scanned the documents, his gaze lingering on a particular section. Ryker's voice drew his attention back. And it seems she has a bit of a medical situation. a chronic illness, from what I have gathered. 

As Alex's eyes scanned the file, they lingered on the birthdate, and for a fleeting moment, his gaze flickered. A haunting realization crept over him this was the exact day she died, the only difference being the year. His expression softened, but a hint of anger smoldered in his eyes.

His gaze continued its journey, dropping to the medical section, where a single phrase leapt out at him, Verixa Syndrome. Alex's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. Verixa Syndrome an illness that didn't kill, but slowly sucked its host's strength, leaving them drained and vulnerable to fatigue, and sometimes even blood loss. It was a deadly yet not deadly illness.

A resolute determination crystallized in Alex's mind. He needed to protect Sophia instantly, and his eyes burned with a fierce intensity.

Alex's hand clenched, crushing the glass of whiskey in his grasp. The liquid splattered across the luxurious desk, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within him. The mere mention of Sophia's hurting made his stomach churn with anger.

A low, menacing growl rumbled in the back of his throat, and his eyes gleamed with a golden light, as if the very thought of Sophia feeling pain had awakened a primal fury within him. His mind clouded with anger, Alex's voice dropped to a menacing whisper, Not again, not again. This curse will not take you away from me, not in this life.

As he struggled to compose himself, Alex's eyes drifted shut, and he drew slow, deliberate breaths. But the image of Sophia's hurting lingered, refusing to be extinguished, and his anger resurfaced like a tempest.

Ryker and Parker, his beta and gamma, stood by, their eyes filled with a deep seated sympathy and pity. Of course they knew the story of the Lunar's Curse, the bane of Alex existence. They had witnessed the alpha suffering, the years of longing and loss that had scarred his soul. To see your mate die was a monster of a fate, a cruel twist of the universe that no wolf, especially an alpha, should ever have to endure.