(Logan's POV)
"Swoosh!" the sharpest side of the sword sounded as it cut off the head of the werewolf that was about to attack me.
I jumped down from the tree I was hiding and swiftly dodged the vampire that wanted to make a deep hole in my heart with his finger nails.
"Bastards!! You are all going to die!!." I said aloud, carrying a young omega from the ground to give her a slit on the throat. She looked at me with a sad face and begged immensely for help.
Looking at her, I felt great pity for her and decided to help her. Dropping her on the ground, I held her neck in a way that showed I wanted to beg her and immediately twisted her neck to the back.
Her bones cracked, her eyes shot wide open and she let out a whimper.
I laughed hysterically as I stood to kick her body off the mountain. "At least, I granted your wish and did not make you feel a single pain." I muttered, smiling.
Having done that, I made a signal to the rest of the pack and they followed my lead. We all headed to the village which was our last target for the day.
I sighted a vampire and suddenly felt happy within me. "This is what I am searching for." I spoke in my head as I grinned. Running to him, I held his neck strongly, carried him up, and slammed his body on the floor. I was about to make a puncture in his stomach with my nails when he hastily rolled to the other part of the floor and flew high.
Landing behind me, he gave me a slap coupled with a scratch on my vertebral column. The pain I felt seemed unending and it triggered my anger. I turned with my hand swinging in the air. I gave him a nod on his temple, causing him to tighten his teeth.
Without wasting much time, I aggressively inserted my hand into his chest. This was made possible because of my sharpened nails. Entering into his chest, I got hold of his heart and dragged it out.
"You do not challenge me!" I shouted, throwing his heart to the ground. He gently held me and gave me a slight scratch on my wrist. I looked at him with hatred. I pulled him closer to myself and whispered "I am merciless." Then, I threw him high and watched him land on where I do not know.
The fight went on and on and I tirelessly fought the blameless and guiltless.
You might be wondering why I am fighting this way.
Well, I am Alpha King Logan Aurelio, the son of the cruelest Alpha King Aurelio. I can be regarded as the most cruel and ruthless King of all times after my father.
I was brought up among the wickedest of all packs in the land of werewolves and vampires; Vargulfs. Despite the fact that I was just a werewolf, I still survived living with them. And yes! Just like you must have guessed, I have no mother.
Wait! Do not misunderstand me. I did have a mother but she was killed in a cold war with my father. My father was having a beef with the werewolves and vampires from the other land. The problem was that my mother's family were part. One terrible thing about my father is his wrath. When blinded by his anger, he becomes more cruel and puts on his vengeful spirit.
As a soldier werewolf, my mother was added to the large number of packs that were to fight the war.
"What are you doing here?!" My father screamed in a way that showed how angry he was. "I am sorry but I had to." my mother replied, pleading to him. "You have betrayed me by joining them! And I have no choice but to put you to death." my father replied as he went close to her.
She had no option but to fight back and that was what she did. She growled loudly, making a snort. She, then, ran as fast as she could to kill him. He just stood, watching her as she approached him.
"You definitely want to die," he said, laughing vigorously. As she got close to him, he held her hands and turned it until her bones cracked.
She screamed loudly. Letting out a cry, she fell to the ground and began to crawl away from him. "No no! You have tested me and you must die!" He then pinned her leg to the ground by marching it strongly.
She turned and wanted to use her fingernails to scratch his leg when he removed it and slapped her face with it.
Using his right hand to carry her up, he strangled her, squeezing the juice out of her. She tapped his arm continuously, begging to be freed from his grip. Her tap began to reduce slowly and slowly until it stopped.
Her eyes closed gently and she stopped breathing. He pulled her body close to his and planted a kiss on her lips.
With the little information I have just dropped, you should have gotten a clue about the kind of father I have. So, tell me, why would I not be cruel?
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After the day's war, I entered my room that looked scattered and rough. I did not have time to arrange them because of the unexpected war that was announced.
I walked up to the bed and laid on it as I stretched both my arms and legs wide. I was stressed by the fight but not weak. I sat up and looked around the room. I noticed something was amiss and I looked back at the ground.
"What is going on?" I asked myself. "Where is the King anyway?" I continued.
Rising up, I dusted my feet off the sand that was attached to my footwear. I decided to remove the footwear and proceed back to the living room.