Chapter 19: Pathetic Human

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Discover the story in "Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man" Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Pathetic Human Reed’s POV What the fuck was wrong with me? That pathetic little human boy... Continue exploring!

Chapter 19: Pathetic Human Reed’s POV What the fuck was wrong with me? That pathetic little human boy was driving my wolf insane. It was unnatural. Impossible. Wrong. I hated it—hated him. From the first moment I saw him, something inside me snapped, something primal and uncontrollable. A feeling I didn’t understand. A pull I refused to acknowledge. I was a werewolf. An Alpha. I had been raised on strength, on dominance, on knowing my place at the top of the chain. I had never been weak. Never hesitated. Never second-guessed myself. Until him. It made no damn sense. He was fragile, insignificant—a human. Worse, a man. I was never a homosexual. Not even bisexual. I liked women. Big, curvy, soft. My wolf worshipped them. We were obsessed with them—their scent, their warmth, the way they would submit beneath us. That was how it had always been. That was what felt right. But this... This obsession with him? It was fucking unnatural. Every time I saw him, my instincts screamed to claim him, to protect him, to keep him away from Blaze. And I hated it. I hated that a weakling like him could affect me. I hated that my wolf stirred every time his scent reached me. I hated that when I saw him bleeding, saw Blaze’s mark on him, something inside me snapped so hard I could barely breathe. I loathed him. And more than that—more than the disgust, more than the fury—I loathed myself. That day, I wanted to kill him. I would have. The rage inside me was unlike anything I’d ever felt. It wasn’t just anger—it was fury. A fire burning so deep in my gut I thought it would consume me whole. Because my wolf wanted to mark him. And that? That was unacceptable. We didn’t mark humans. Ever. Much less a pathetic, fragile, weak little boy. I should have snapped his neck the moment I felt that pull. I should have torn him apart, ripped that intoxicating scent off his skin and erased him from my thoughts. I would have. If not for that stupid fucking vampire prince interfering back at school. Blaze. I thought it had been the perfume. That strange, lingering scent that clung to him like a curse. I thought it had tricked my senses, messed with my instincts. But I was wrong. It wasn’t his perfume. It was him. His real scent. And that realization was worse than any rage I had ever felt. Yesterday, I was at the supermarket with my pack. Just a regular day. Nothing unusual. And then I felt him. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. But something deep in my chest pulled me—like an invisible thread yanking me in a direction I couldn’t ignore. I followed it. And somehow, I ended up at the airport. At first, I didn’t know what I was even looking for. But then I saw him. And I saw Blaze. Sinking his filthy, bloodstained fangs into that stupid human boy. And I lost it. I had never cared about vampires feeding before. Humans were their cattle, their toys. It had never been my business. Never been something I wasted my time on. But this? This made my stomach turn. Seeing him pinned beneath Blaze, his neck exposed, his body going limp as that parasite fed on him— Disgusting. Infuriating. I was furious at Blaze for having his hands on him. For marking him. For tainting him with his venom. But more than that, I was furious at him. The stupid human. How the hell had he gotten himself in that position? How had he let Blaze sink his fangs into him so easily? Did he have a death wish? Was he just that naive? And, like always, it ended with me and Blaze fighting. It was inevitable. We never got along. We had an unspoken truce, a careful balance we had to maintain. He was the heir to the vampire kingdom, and I was the future Alpha King. Our species had been at war before. Brutal, bloody wars. And the only reason there was peace now was because we stayed out of each other’s way. But that human... he was ruining everything. Twice now. Twice we had nearly ripped each other apart because of him. And it was getting harder and harder to control. Because it wasn’t just rage. It wasn’t just my wolf’s disgust at Blaze’s presence. It was something else. Something dangerous. Something that made my skin crawl with shame. Because if the others found out... If my pack, my father, my entire species realized that I was fighting over a human— A weak, fragile, pathetic human boy— It would be the ultimate humiliation. I don’t know why Blaze wants him. I don’t know why my wolf aches every time he’s near. But I know one thing for sure. This is going to blow up in our faces. And when it does, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop it. Both Blaze and I know that what we’re doing is stupid. Neither of us has spoken a word about it to anyone. Not to our packs. Not to our clans. Because how the hell could we? We don’t even like each other, but here we are, circling the same pathetic human like he’s some kind of prize. Blaze should be my enemy, not my rival for a weak, fragile thing that isn’t even worth our time. And yet... Back at school, it was Blaze who stopped me from ending him. At the airport, it was me who stopped Blaze from draining him dry. It’s like we’re caught in some twisted, unspoken war. Both of us obsessed. Both of us too stubborn to let him go. And for what? We should just end him. One of us should just get it over with, rip out his throat, burn his body, erase the problem, and be done with this. Then we can go back to hating each other from a distance like we always have. Instead of... whatever the hell this is.

Chapter 19: Pathetic Human

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