ALPHA SIN

Sin

Whack!

Whack!

I heard the sound of the punching bag as I thumped harder on it. The bag swirled and dust poured out of it, enveloping the area before it drifted out of the tall window.

“Arggg!” I yelled whilst punching harder. I could feel my hands giving out and my body weakened, yet I didn’t stop.

The pain I had caused Artemisia was far worse than what I was feeling.

I reckon she was in the room, huddled somewhere crying herself to sleep, like every night.

Even though I was aware of all that I was doing to her. The pain I caused her for no reason. I couldn’t help myself.

I could not bring myself to stop.

Now, I believe I was just like the monster I was before she came. She had made me see the good side of me. She had made me believe I was not a monster.

Still, it wasn’t so.

I was a monster! A freaking monster who was not capable of loving anyone.

I didn’t deserve her. She deserved better. I didn’t think any amount of apology could take away the guilt I feel inside me. Even if she accepted, since she had a soft heart, I wouldn’t forgive myself.

“Sin?”

I stopped the assault on the bag and turned towards her slowly.

She stood by the door side. Her figure was ethereal, and her waist-length ginger hair flustered around as the wind that drifted into the room blew it.

The chiffon nightie she donned showed her perfect figure, which was carrying my child.

She was with a child. I had harshly treated her despite her being vulnerable.

I had fucking kicked her!

“Are you okay?” She moved closer and my nostrils flared as her scent drifted in.

Her intoxicating scent had often turned me on.

The delicious feel of her beside me. I couldn’t feel it any more. Rather, her scent had become revolting.

“Don’t come any closer!” I yelled, whacking the bag.

“I-I…” she stuttered, but she stayed where she was and didn’t move.

I berated myself for sounding so bitter. But I believed it was for her benefit. There was no way I could tell her that her scent makes me want to do something insane to her.

I had stopped sleeping in the same room with her after the disappearance of the moon.

It had affected everyone in one way. But it was not as awful as this. At least, they could still interact with the person they loved.

Mine was different. Aside from having difficulty to transform, which was the same for every werewolf, I could not get closer to Artemisia because of her scent.

It makes me thirst for her. It makes me want to pull her heart out and feed to my satisfaction.

But she was mine.

She was f**king mine, and she had my heir in her. There was no way I could kill her, even if it was what I desired.

It was cruel. This was happening to me. I hadn’t in my wildest dreams thought it could.

Although I had been mean to her from the beginning, not to the extent of hitting her. I feel a spell was on me specifically.

Again, the issue with Emma. I had beaten Artemisia up after she asked me some questions.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

That was the worst feeling ever.

Despite that, I didn’t have an answer to the question she asked because I could not remember going into Emma’s bed. It was the last thing I’d ever do.

So, seeing the betrayal in her eyes was enough to drive me nuts.

“I’m sorry,” Artemisia said in a small voice. “I just wanted to make sure you are okay.”

I imagined her twirling her hair and biting her lower lips.

I wanted to turn to her, pick her up in my arms, and whisper sweet nothings into her ears. Not only that, but I wished to tell her everything would be alright.

“I’m fine.” I settled with a grunt because I believed no matter what I do, Artemisia was going to hate me forever.

“That is a relief.” She mumbled.

I could barely hear her. But since I had sharp hearings, I heard all that she said.

“Hmm,” she hummed after a few seconds of silence. “Can you let me see your face?”

“There is nothing on my face for you to see.” I snapped, and I heard her sharp intake of breath. “It’s better you went inside now because turning to see you could lead to something else and I have no strength left to stop myself.”

It was strange. I was warning her to flee because I could feel the surge of the energy of the demon within me.

Whereas what I did before was pummelled her and leave her writhing in pain.

“I’m leaving now,” she said.

But I could still feel her presence in the room. Also, her scent was a proof that she was still where she stood.

She was so stubborn. Always so hard-headed and persistent. If it was someone with common sense, she’d have left me alone.

She would not even bother to check up on me or care about what I do.

But Artemisia was not that way. She was the most selfless human I had ever seen. Or maybe I hadn’t seen enough.

But then, I knew no woman could endure what she was.

My back tensed as I felt the familiar surge of hunger whenever she was near.

I balled my hands into a fist and gritted my teeth whilst trying to control myself.

But like always, my hunger won.

I turned and was about to dart to the entrance where Artemisia was, to mete the punishment I often had for her. I let out a breath when I noticed she was not there.

Instantly, the hunger receded as soon as it came, and I could breathe properly again.

For the first time since last week, I didn’t touch her. It wasn’t like I enjoyed hitting her. It was easier that way.

Because I channel my hate towards her, and it makes me not feel like feeding on her.

I breathed out once more and resumed what I had been doing before her arrival.