Chapter 2;
A loud kiss on the cheek stirred Alpha Andrian from his slumber.
"Wake up, handsome," a woman's voice called out.
He slowly opened his eyes, and before him was the beautiful face of Raven, standing completely nude.
Disheveled and rising, he found himself once again in Raven's condo. Torn clothes and broken vases littered the floor of her room—a common aftermath when two lycans engaged in intimate moments, their passion often translating into physical aggression.
"Oops, sorry. I haven't cleaned up yet. I'll call someone to take care of it. Just ignore it," Raven said with a smile, her body still exposed as if she had no intention of putting on clothes.
"I'll be leaving," he said while searching for clothes in Raven's cabinet. Clearly, she intentionally bought these clothes for him in case his own got torn.
Raven is one of his fuck buddies, like him, she is also a lycan. Her family holds significant influence in the country.
Over the years, his father has suggested her as a potential mate for him. Despite his efforts, he doesn't truly love her, particularly after Isabele came into his life.
"Don't you want to have breakfast here? I have plenty of fresh beef meat in the fridge. I can cook your favorite rare steak," she offered.
"No, thank you.bye," he said, heading straight out and taking the elevator down.
He heard Raven calling and chasing after him, but he chose to ignore it and continued on his way.
As Alpha Andrian descended, he was promptly greeted by the guards and receptionists at the lobby. They were familiar with him, given that Raven owned the entire building condos.
His own family, on the other hand, owned the largest telecom company in the country, along with several prominent malls.
He smiled at them and walked straight out to where his car was parked nearby.
Upon reaching his residence, Andrian promptly discarded his bag and sank into his expansive bed. Over the past five years, ever since the tragic incident, his existence had fallen into a repetitive pattern – drinking, women, parties, and sleep.
Despite the passage of five years, the memories continued to plague him. He frequently pondered whether it was time to depart from this world. At 100 years old, drained and fatigued, everything felt mundane, and he yearned for liberation.
He opened his drawer and retrieved the gun containing a silver bullet. Only mortal humans could handle a silver bullet, so he deliberately had it installed by a gun store owner.
He felt the stinging heat of the gun as he held it, slowly pointing it at his head yearning to leave and be with his beloved Isabele in the afterlife.
He closed his eyes, and a smile crossed his face as he envisioned Isabele. Tears welled up, and he uttered with a tearful voice, "I love you so much, and I miss you terribly, my Luna Isabele
At that moment, he wished for nothing more than to be with Isabele. Just as he was about to adjust the caliber of the gun, a loud doorbell interrupted him.
"Damn it," he muttered angrily, placing the gun on the bed. He knew by the scent alone that it was his older sister.
He wasn't given a chance to open the door because his sister had already entered his house.
Seeing him, she immediately slapped him hard, leaving him shocked and stunned by his sister's actions.
"What are you doing?" she asked angrily, marching straight entering his room. His sister spotted the gun resting on his bed.
"What are you planning to do, huh?" she questioned, angry, facing Andrian while holding the gun.
Andrian hesitated, his sister's stern gaze penetrating through him. He took a deep breath before speaking.
"Could you please just give me some space?" he sighed heavily. "I feel like leaving this world, Erica. I'm exhausted."
"Oh, Andrian, what are you saying? You're fucking pussy don't you know that? You're like a human, fragile. Wake up, stand up, and confront reality," Erica exclaimed, her worry palpable.
Adrian felt insulted by what his sister said.
Do you think I have a world to face after our father killed my Isabele?I don't have a world anymore, Erica, . "
"Five years have passed, Andrian, you need to snap out of it. You can't keep dwelling on the past. We have responsibilities to our pack, to our family. You know the rules, and you know why they're in place. You can't let your personal feelings cloud your judgment. Isabele is gone, and you need to let go. We need to focus on the present, on our duties as lycans, as leaders of our community. Our father is waiting for you".Erica said.
Alpha Andrian smirked upon hearing Erica's last words.
"It's not that easy, Erica! You don't understand what I'm going through. Forgetting the past and forgetting Isabele... It's not that simple!"Andrian responded, his voice tinged with anger and frustration
"Please, Andrian, enough with acting weak and childish. Remember, we weren't born weak in this world," his sister urged.
"Please, Erica, I want to be alone. If you can, please leave me," he insisted firmly.
"Nope, not this time. I won't be easily pushed away. It's Father's birthday next week, you know that. I expect you to be there," Erica asserted.
"You can't force me, Erica, no matter what you do. You know what Father did to the girlfriend, and I can never forgive him," he declared.
"You know, Andrian, our father did everything he could to bring peace between us and the others. You know that, and our situation wouldn't be like this if it weren't for Father's leadership," Erica emphasized.
"But Isabele was innocent. She's innocent," he insisted, feeling a shiver run down his spine as he recalled his deceased girlfriend.
"And how can you be certain that his treatment towards you would remain the same if she weren't part of the death row? How can you guarantee she wouldn't seek vengeance and rebel if spared?" his sister countered.
"Grrr, you don't understand her, and you're not entitled to dictate everything. I can manage it all if you just allow her to live," he snapped back, feeling the anger surging through his body as their argument escalated, struggling to contain the urge to break things around the house.
"Just go," he angrily instructed his sister, his frustration evident as he tore his clothes bit by bit.
"If only you knew the whole truth, Andrian. If only you knew how much Father has been deeply hurt by what you've done to him over the years. I hope you realize that," his sister said before grabbing her sweater and bag, then turning away and leaving
"Your house is so dirty. I hope that if you can't clean up your life, you'll at least clean up your house. I'll send someone to clean your house according to your preferences, whether you like it or not."
Before he could react, his older sister turned again and left.
He clenched his fists tightly.
His sister knew he hated having other people in his house, and for many years, he had never hired someone to clean his home.
To calm his anger, Andrian went upstairs to change his clothes.Feeling hungry, he went downstairs and opened his fridge.
But he coughed when he saw the contents of the fridge. It smelled of long-rotten fruits that had been stocked for a while. He slammed it shut in frustration.
The dishes were also scattered in the sink, and the surroundings were really messy.
He only came home once a month, so most of the time, he slept with different lycan women who kept him company.
He took his cellphone and ordered from their own restaurant.
They already knew what he liked, so there was no need for elaboration. After hanging up the phone, he lazily slumped his muscular body onto the sofa in the living room, turned on the TV, and casually flipped through channels while waiting for the order. He didn't have a specific show in mind, just playing with the remote and TV channels.
The news reports that a woman in the town of Manat has died and is suspected to have been mauled by an unknown animal. The report mentions that the victim's internal organs were missing, and there was blood at the scene. The image of the woman on TV is blurred.
He pondered if his kind might be responsible for that incident. However, he dismissed the thought. The place was too far, and there was no confirmation that their wolf kind was involved. So, he pushed aside that idea.
He stood up and grabbed a bottle of alcohol from his fridge. Despite never getting drunk like a mortal human, the alcohol still helped him cope with the day's activities.
He returned to his seat and took a sip from the beer can. His drinking was momentarily interrupted by a series of doorbells ringing outside his house. He set down the beer can, stood up, thinking it might be his ordered meal. As he walked, he cringed at the strong scent of a person outside his house.
"Shit, gross," he thought. He planned to retrieve the order quickly and dismiss the person.
As he approached, the scent of the person outside intensified. Opening the gate, he instinctively used his T-shirt to cover his nose, only to be surprised by the sight of a striking woman. Around 20 years old, with long hair and a slender frame, she had fair, smooth skin. Her eyes held a depth of emotion, complementing her gentle features, reminiscent of his late girlfriend, Isabele. There was a faint resemblance.
"Who are you?" he asked immediately upon noticing that she didn't have any food in her hands.
"Good afternoon, I'm Gabrielly Cruz. Your sister sent me to clean your house. If I'm not mistaken, you're Sir Andrian, right? It's a pleasure to meet you," she said with a smile, extending her hand.
He furrowed his brow, puzzled by her words. Cleaning service? He remembered his sister's instructions to hire a cleaner, and now he realized she actually followed through.
Noticing that he didn't shake her hand, she retrieved her ID from her bag and handed it to him.
"I understand that there are many untrustworthy individuals nowadays, sir, and you may not trust me immediately. Here's my ID as proof of my identity," the woman said with a smile.
His anger towards his sister slowly resurfaced. He had never allowed someone into his home, especially a mortal one.
"I'm sorry, miss, but I don't need a cleaner, so you can leave," he said in an irritated tone, still covering his nose.
"But, sir..."
"Leave now," he said angrily, then closed the gate and walked back inside.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed.
In addition to being irritated by his sister's meddling, he also felt repulsed by the woman outside who had been sent to
The doorbell chimed once more, prompting him to text his sister and reprimand her for meddling.
"I don't care how many times you ring that bell; I won't open the door," he thought defiantly, refusing to be swayed.