Possessed

Pack's POV

The scent of blood still clung to the air like a sickening perfume. The screams had died down, the fires reduced to embers, and the once-proud Moon Pack now lay in ruins. The bodies of the fallen were scattered across the courtyard, their lifeless eyes staring into the dark abyss of the night. I stood among them, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, my eyes reflecting the moonlight as I gazed upon my conquest.

It had been so easy, way too easy.

They never saw it coming, the mascara, the destruction, the death. I hadn't planned for it to happen this way. But the moment I let whatever that possessed me take over, the world had turned red. 

My claws had slashed through flesh as if it were paper. My fangs had sunk into throats, silencing screams before they could echo. And now, there was nothing left but fear.

And Alana.

She stood frozen at the steps of the packhouse, her body trembling, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. Blood stained the hem of her dress, her father's blood. I had felt the life leave his body as my claws ripped through him. I had watched the light fade from his eyes as he gasped his final breath. And now, his only daughter, his precious little princess, could do nothing but weep.

"Why?" she whispered, her voice raw, breaking like glass against the silence. "I saved you. I helped you."

Her words barely reached me. The rage still burned, simmering beneath my skin, but it was quieter now, and more controlled. I tilted my head, watching her with an unreadable expression.

The sob that tore from her throat, the way her hands clenched into fists, everything was still so vivid in my head.

Right now I am standing as their new Alpha and no one can stop me. The remaining council members, those who had managed to survive, stood in a loose circle behind her, their heads bowed, their bodies trembling. These were the elders, the so-called leaders of this pack, yet they had been powerless against me. Now, they were nothing but cowards, waiting for their fate to be decided.

"Come forward," I commanded, my voice a low growl that left no room for argument.

One by one, they stepped toward me, their gazes never meeting mine. They had seen what I was capable of. They knew the consequences of defiance.

"You have a choice," I said, pacing in front of them, my boots crunching against the blood-soaked ground. "Swear your loyalty to me, or die like the others."

A ripple of fear passed through the group. They exchanged hesitant glances, but I could already see their answer in their eyes. Survival. That was all they cared about now.

An elder, a man with graying hair and a deep scar across his cheek, stepped forward. His name was Ulric, one of the longest-standing members of the council. 

He almost would have been my biggest obstacle in getting this alpha title. According to information he was the one who had always stood beside Alana's father, guiding and advising him. But now, with the former Alpha's blood on my hands, Ulric was nothing more than an old man desperate to keep his life.

"You leave us no choice," he murmured, his voice hoarse. He lowered his head. "I swear my loyalty to you, Alpha."

A slow smirk pulled at my lips.

"Good," I said, turning my gaze to the others. "And the rest of you?"

There was hesitation, but it didn't last long. One by one, they dropped to their knees, bowing their heads.

"I swear my loyalty, Alpha."

"Alpha."

"Alpha."

The title was foreign in my ears, but it settled into my bones like it had always belonged to me.

Alana let out a choked sob behind me. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "You can't… You can't do this."

I turned to her slowly, tilting my head. "I already have."

Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, her shoulders shaking with silent cries.

For a brief moment, something twisted in my chest. Something unfamiliar. Something like guilt? No. I buried that emotion the second my claws tore through her father.

"Make it official," I ordered, snapping my fingers at Ulric.

The old man nodded stiffly and motioned for one of the surviving guards to retrieve the ceremonial dagger. The same blade that had been used for generations to anoint a new Alpha.

As the dagger was placed in Ulric's trembling hands, he hesitated, his gaze flickering to Alana. She was still kneeling, her face buried in her hands.

"Do it," I growled, stepping forward, towering over the kneeling elders. "Or I'll find someone else who will."

Ulric swallowed hard before slicing the blade across his palm, letting the blood drip onto the ground. "With my blood, I swear loyalty to the new Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack," he announced, his voice barely steady.

The others followed, one by one, offering their blood in submission and finally the ritual was complete.

I was now the Alpha. The power settled over me like a second skin, solidifying my claim, the pack was mine.

I lifted my gaze to the destroyed castle, but the banners of the old Alpha were still hung, it didn't burn, but that would change soon, everything would change.

And it all started with her.

I turned back to Alana, who was still on her knees, shaking. Slowly, I crouched in front of her, my eyes locking onto hers.

"Stand," I commanded.

She didn't move.

I reached out, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were filled with pure and unfiltered hatred.

"You're my mate," I said, my voice quieter now, almost... amused. "Fate must have a cruel sense of humor right?

She clenched her jaw, her body trembling beneath my grip. "I will never accept you," she spat.

I smirked, leaning closer. "You don't have a choice, princess."

Tears slipped down her cheeks, but her expression remained fierce. "I hate you."

"Good," I murmured, brushing my thumb over her cheek, smearing the blood that had splattered onto her skin. "Hate me all you want. But you'll be my Luna, whether you like it or not."

Her breath hitched, and for the first time, true fear flickered in her eyes.

I stood, releasing her, and turned to face the remaining pack members who had gathered in the courtyard. Their expressions ranged from fear to reluctant acceptance.

"This is no longer your home," I declared, my voice carrying through the night. "The Blood Moon Pack is dead. You are now part of my pack. My rule, and if anyone defies me, you'll join the ones who have already fallen."

Everywhere was so still and quiet, no one dared to move.

This was just the beginning, I had taken the throne and now the power was mine.

And no one and nothing can stop me.