Chapter 34 - The Demon In My Bed

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Chapter 34

Luna Seoyeon's POV.

One year before Alpha Y/n's arrival...

I let my eyes shut close from the chillness entering through the bedroom window. It hurts to lift even a single finger from my palm, the aching dull pain coursing through my corpse-like state. Our rooms are separate now. Namjoon rests in another bed a few rooms down, I assume in a worse state than me.

I faintly hear the door unlock to my room, my muscles tensing ever so slightly from noise.

"How are you, Luna?" Our new Beta, Hyeon Seungri, addresses me carefully with a look in his eyes that makes me want to double over.

My voice rasps in a chuckle from the sudden strain, "I wish I was dead instead of here in pain."

He does not appreciate my efforts to lighten the mood with dark humor, "You would have died..." His eyes appear puffy and exhausted by the past couple of days.

The sound from my mouth remains utterly disgusting and hoarse, "What did the Silver Pack doctors say?"

"They are still examining him," He mumbles.

A choked-up growl leaves my tongue, "What did they say?"

He hesitates before speaking, "They think wolfsbane might help."

"That will kill him."

"Only small amounts. Enough to temper his wolf." He is quick to shut his mouth not wanting to bring up the presence of Silver Pack wolves in our palace, treating our Alpha like some frail old man.

I mutter bitterly, "So much for their self-proclaimed advancement and medicine."

My eyes lift up to the Beta standing in front of me, his eyes flicker into their orange color while he remains lost in his thoughts.

"Seungri," I call him closer. He takes a seat near the edge of the bed, faintly attempting to hold my hand, "Nobody must know about what happened in the palace. Not a single soul. Not a single word is to leave the palace."

He looks at my eyes, "Someone is going to find out. Those foreign wolves already know."

"I do not care. Just please! Please!" The taste of metallic blood resurfaces on the back of my tongue, "This pack will fall apart if someone from the outside finds out."

Seungri holds my hand firmly, giving it a tight squeeze before letting go. "Alright. I will try. Jongyul and I will do everything in our power to keep you and the Alpha safe."

"Thank you," a relieved breath leaves my lips. He leaves me alone to simmer in my dark memories and thoughts.

My mind drifts in and out of a haze. I let the rottenness of this palace wash over me once again, making sure that I will never forget what happened.

A month after the previous Alpha had passed, Namjoon confided in me everything he had been through. His carefree childhood as a young pup was nothing out of the ordinary. He would spend days playing with the servants and the other wolves who took care of this godforsaken palace. His only pain was the thought of his missing mother who had fled the pack from her mate—something he did not find out until he was much older.

Nonetheless, he thought he was the happiest at that time, the Alpha boy who had never seen a drop of blood spilled inside these walls.

Around the age of twelve, Namjoon had finally shifted for the first time, the pack was finally going to see the young Alpha heir in his true wolf form. But even he did not expect his wolf to be so small, frail, and weak. Scrawny to the bone and sickly like a dying coyote, the maids whispered in the laundry room, not knowing he could hear them.

The following day, his father called him to his chamber. I remember the way Namjoon trembled with fear, recalling such a nightmarish day. For the first time, I felt for the wolf bonded to me. I saw the fearful boy, not the murderous wolf.

I remember holding him close as he described the unspeakable things his father did to him. The unspeakable things my uncle, the Beta, took part in!

He never raised his voice because of how frequently he screamed under his father's clutches. He never stood tall because of the countless beatings he took. And he never shifted in front of me because of how terrified he is of his own wolf.

"I...I cannot control him." Namjoon uttered so frightfully. He shifted in my arms as we laid down the center of the grand bed. The folds in the sheets gathered at our bodies and blankets were futilely rearranged to make a nest to provide some comfort, even though neither one of us knew how to.

I ran my fingers through the locks of his fine hair, attempting to calm both of us. "What do you mean?" Our breaths mingled underneath the cold.

He gazed into my eyes, desperately wanting to tell me the truth, but still holding himself back, "...my wolf. He is different."

I sucked in a breath waiting for the voice of his wolf to interject in my head, but it never came, "How so?"

"He's nothing like me," Namjoon whispered softly, "Everything he sees is red. So red that it is nearly black."

"You are not making any sense." There is a soft pause before he breaks the silence again.

"He tells me to hurt people. He tells me to do things I should not do. He reminds me every single day of my life that I am the cause of my own pain. My weakness is my own fault."

"That is not true," I replied watching the moonlight curve in from the windows, "It never was your fault."

"How can you be so certain?"

He later told me he was going to try to suppress his wolf. I did not believe it could be done, not when I could still hear the Alpha's lingering thoughts crossover into my mind, but he tried anyway. Every day he looked more dead than the day before. He poured himself extra glasses of wine at the dinner table. He stayed up late into the night, with all the curtains closed in an attempt to block out the sight of the moon while he listened to his own heartbeat.

I watched silently from afar, his skin turning paler as if his wolf was trying to suck the humanity out of him. He never once asked to scent me, even though I would see the yearning in his eyes, in his heart.

Slowly the voice of his wolf did, in fact, begin to fade. I found myself happier and blissful while frolicking with the Betas and Deltas of our pack. We would hold parties in celebration of the new reign. The age of the old Alpha's menacing rule was finally over! We were going to be the ones who set the Blood Pack back on the right path.

And maybe I would finally be able to love the man I was mated to.

———

The wind blew fiercely last night as if someone was banging on the walls and windows. My hands reached for the empty space beside me on the bed. The heat from Namjoon's body was still detectable like he had just gotten up only a few minutes ago. The shutters rattled and thundered beside me, forcing my mind to stay awake. Perhaps it was warning me of being asleep and vulnerable in the darkness of the brooding night.

My eyes widened upon seeing the door to our bedroom open and unlocked. I wondered what Namjoon could be doing at this hour as I thought about looking for him. Carefully, I trod down the stairs of the palace, searching for my mate. The palace remained pitch black for the moon was not visible in the night sky. I held up a candle while making my way around the palace halls.

Slowing to a stop, I noticed faint red fur turning a corner. I took another step forward, the light revealing reddish stains on the marble floors, the fresh aroma of blood fuming in the air.

Clutching the candle holder firmly, I worriedly trailed the wandering wolf, praying it was not who I thought it was. While approaching closer I could hear a low growl, deep enough to make an Omega fall on their knees. The command of the Alpha's voice was untouched, unused for years. I pushed myself further until I finally realized where he was heading to.

No, no, no. Please, Namjoon.

Since the beginning of this pack, the blood of all the previous alphas has been stored away in the deepest room of the palace, the Blood Chamber. Not a single soul outside this palace knows where it is, only the closest members to the Alpha's family.

My feet scurried down the stairs, my sandals threatening to slip off. The door to the blood chamber was smashed inward, splinters of wood scattered on the stone floors.

"Alpha!" I called out, but Namjoon was far too gone.

An unworldly gasp left my throat, flesh-eating terror flooded my sight, gazing upon the scene before me.

Red cold fluid puddled on the floor of the chamber with fine shards of glass quick to draw blood. My eyes trailed up the walls, noticing the dribble of liquid seep into the stone walls, painting thick lines down to the uneven floor.

There the Alpha stood, his hind legs planted on the floor and his front legs perched onto the cracked spaces and crevices in the wall where his jaw remained unhinged, greedily slurping the scarlet fluid down his esophagus as if it was air to his lungs.

The sanguine color nearly blended in with his russet fur, trickling down the sides of his jaw, to his neck, and down his chest.

"Enough!!!"  I raved while shifting to my wolf.

The Alpha's head turned unnaturally slow, finally settling his eyes on my inadvertently small form. The inky black in his eyes seemed to suck in all of the light in the room.

"Mate," a chilling grin lifted on his face.

"Stop this madness, Namjoon! I know you are there. This is not you!"

The Alpha's claws lowered to the ground, scraping the pieces of glass into the floor. He stalked towards me and at that moment I could feel the color draining out of my skin. I braced myself, standing my ground against the feral Alpha, the blackness shimmered in his eyes upon seeing my reluctance to leave.

His tongue lolled out of his mouth, licking up the remaining droplets of blood on his chin. My eyes traced the motion while he stalked closer.

I bared my teeth, "You need to shift back. Now."

"Don't you want a taste? It is so sweet, Seoyeon," His eyes roll back into his skull, "So perfect."

The heels of my feet touch against the back wall, "I will fight you! Dammit, shift back Namjoon!"

The air was knocked out of my lungs without a second thought, the crushing weight of his body on top of mine. A strange haze of fear and survival clouded my mind, sinking my teeth into his flesh whenever I could.

At one point I noticed the streaks of blood on our bodies, not knowing who it belonged to.

An empty cry fell from my lips, feeling his thorn-like grip claw into my sides. I remember the long shards of glass that stabbed into my skin as I arched my back in pain.

Dark red blood gushed out from the containers they were held in, coating the floors with the sticky warm fluid.

The palace began to wake up in fright, the lights being lit hastily and voices nearing our brawl. Troublesome thoughts began to fill my mind, knowing that everyone would find out, everyone would see the demon ruling the pack.

My voice barely croaks out, his jaw clamps near my throat watching my soul being mercilessly suffocated. White and black spots appeared in my eyes and my muscles could not help but seize up while I shook involuntarily.

I heard a furious growl from the doorway, "Get the hell away from her!"

The Alpha shrieked in pain, releasing his grip around my throat, my lungs immediately searching for air.

"We need more wolfsbane! Find the palace doctor, now!" Beta Jongyul commanded.

My limbs were paralyzed in place, my body contorted like a dead corpse as I was forced to shift back to human. Somehow I could still hear his whimpers in my head while every other noise was dulled out to silence.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Seoyeon. It's all my fault. I c-couldn't do it. I couldn't stop him. I am so sorry. Please, be okay.."

My eyes dropped to the side, noticing the tears freshly streaming down his face, his eyes back to their soft brown color. A dull pain covered my head like a blanket, numbing all the sensations around me. My lips moved one last time before I was no longer conscious.

"𝕯 - 𝕰 - 𝕸 - 𝕺 - 𝕹."



AU Fact: Alpha Namjoon and Luna Seoyeon are both red wolves making them one of the most memorable and perfect symbols of the Blood Pack.  

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