Beneath the Alpha's Moon

ADRIAN’S P.O.V.

I stepped out of Lucian’s pack lands with a slow, deliberate pace, but inside, I was a tempest. The thought of Gregory Williams daring to harm Teresa, my sweet Teresa, boiled my blood. It wasn’t often I allowed my anger to consume me, but when it did, well, let’s just say the results were... memorable.

Lucian had given me Gregory’s address through the mind link. Not that I needed it—I could have found the man in a heartbeat. Teresa wasn’t just anyone; she was family. And when someone dared to hurt my family, I became the devil they prayed to avoid.

The wind was my ally as I tapped into my vampire speed, my surroundings blurring into a smear of greens and greys. The journey, which would have taken an hour by car, was over in minutes. A part of me pitied Gregory. He had no idea what kind of storm was heading his way.

When I arrived at the grand mansion, I paused to take in the scene. It was a Sunday afternoon, and the air carried the faint scent of roasted meat, perfume, and... arrogance. The residents were home. Perfect.

Slipping inside was child’s play. Humans never lock doors properly, always believing in their false sense of security. Using my speed, I moved silently through the halls, searching for the one heartbeat that carried the sour tang of cowardice and malice. I passed rooms where children laughed and women chatted, but I didn’t care for them. Gregory was my target.

At last, I found him in what appeared to be a study. The scent of whiskey and leather filled the air. Gregory sat behind a mahogany desk, papers spread before him. He looked up as I pushed the door open with a calculated slowness.

"Who the hell are you?" he barked, his beady eyes narrowing. "And what do you want in my home? I’ll call the police!"

I smiled, slow and wicked. "The police? Oh, Gregory, they can’t save you from me. I’m the devil, and I’ve come to collect your rotten soul."