His mind was completely enveloped in the eyes of his adopted daughter. Kobato... he hated how those honeyed chocolate spheres no longer threw their love upon his own azure portals. Now they were slave to... to some mutt’s rule. The thought brought a violent snarl to his lips. As grown up as she might be, it was no excuse for her to run off and find a mate. Ever. And especially not a low life like that boy. Rage and anger burned though his veins like gasoline lit with the match of fatherhood. Oh, how he could use a good slaughter right about now. Serris wasn’t one to go on frequent blood hunts like some of his fellow Alphas, but he too was a black creature, as corrupted as the rest.

The ebony brute crashed through the woods of his territory, preferring to make his own path through the obstacles rather than silently skirting them like usual. Right now, he frankly couldn’t care. Let the angels of the moon and the monsters of the dark hear his rampage; he could almost feel the tips of his ivories tingling, crying out for revenge. Revenge against that thief of a boyfriend. The thought only turned up the flame in his gut, causing him to push forward with even more fervor.

However, despite the churning mess within his chest, something odd kept coming back to bug the hessian’s brain. As if something were different about his pack, but not necessarily... wrong with it. The urge unconsciously bugged the he-beast until he was finally forced to stop the bulldozer that was his frame. With his head now cleared slightly from the bloodied fog, Serris could instantly sense the siren that had crept, unnoticed, into his stormy bay. Charcoal-lined kissers snapped around to face the dame as an almighty growl pounded from his core. No, this was not a warning sound. He knew exactly who he was up against.

Alleria.

The bitch who had nearly ripped out his heart on numerous occasions and left wounds so deep they still festered to this day. So she thought that she could just stroll around his lands, did she? And spying on the King, at that. “Blood wench,” he seethed through clenched pearls. Serris had to hold onto every shred of self-control he had left to not lunge at that whore and soil her snowy coat. Slow, tense steps brought her into full view, but the regal couldn’t help the sudden lustful frost that slowly began to cover his irises. Her silhouette had definitely filled out since their last encounter, her scaffolding no longer fragile, and the taught muscle gripping those bones made him want to latch onto the scruff of her neck and have his way with her. No, the doll she was before was not what he longed for. He was always too afraid to crack the porcelain.

And it seemed that his previous accusation held some grain of truth to it. Her ivory pelt was painted with a dried crimson, the life of some creature haphazardly splashed upon her canvas. But the sight of that crusted liquid only intensified the lust he had been feeling – the lust for vengeance, and the embers he just noticed shouldering deep between his legs. “Oh my dear little Alleria, what a horrible time you’ve chosen to return.” A slightly crazed chuckle dripped from his tongue as he threw his head back. But the next moment he was stone-faced, orbs still dangerous with laughter. “Well, horrible for you. You think you can just come crawling back and expect me to fawn over you like the tender mate you always wanted? Ha! Sin is stained into your very pelt and I can smell the dripping of your cave.” He slinked ever so slightly closer, the fur at the base of his tail starting to rise. “No, you have not caught me in a mood of benevolence. So what do you say? Make yourself useful to me in the only way you seem to know how?” A burning tongue crept out of its cavern to caress the edge of his maw.

Serris knew this monster wasn’t his “normal” self. It was a facet of him that lived constantly just below the surface, a reminder of his villainous past, painfully suppressed by Kobato’s kind heart. But now that he lost that too, there was no controlling the beast that lived as his doppelganger. If Alleria decided to turn herself over to him, there was no telling when he’d be sated. And if she denied his kind offer... well, Serris wasn’t in the mood to take no for an answer. Maybe he’d wake up in the morning and realize the terrible deeds he was now effortlessly performing. But in the present, Serris was basking in the pure dark power of it all and the indecent language of his maw.

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