The Princess’s Broken Alpha

Castor had no choice. Hard times called for hard measures. While Jackson was working harder, he was working smarter. He had to visit her. Against all that he believed in he found himself walking on this cold bleak early morning to the harbour. The streets were

empty this hour. The smell of the water burned his nose and the force of the wind stung his eyes.

He passed the drunks leaning on the side alley way wrapped up in stained cloaks against the weather, watching him like a lion would their prey. If he didn't look how he looked they would have probably jumped him by now and they were probably considering it. Pity they didn't know he was more of a threat to them than they were to him.

He moved down the dirty stone path and cut through another brick pathway lined with garbage and he could smell the urine and whatever else combined that made it smell extremely unpleasant. The small boarded shack with a walkway leading out to the water appeared into view and he stopped walking, slowing down to a halt having reached his destination.

He stood there staring at the dark clouds moving by and his feet felt like lead. Could he do this?

If he did this there was no turning back. He would be lesser than the man he was now. Then again when you have reached and attained greatness does it matter? He felt no regret. If he couldn't win by love then he would win by force.

The old shack's wooden structure creaked hard against the wind as if it could talk asking him if he was going to stand there all day. He decided to venture forward and hurry up before it rained. There was a strange smell from the very moment he stepped on the old porch with missing floor boards and anyone else would have thought the place abandoned. Before he could tap on the door it opened and yellow eyes stared at him in a dark face.

"Look what the wind blows on my doorstep" she smiled brightly and her accent sounded like music to his ears pulling him in.

"You knew I was coming?" Castor asked uneasy, looking past her into the room.

"I'm always waiting for a nice, strong looking man like you" she teased.

Indigo was slim in a plain black dress, with long tresses of loc'd hair filled with various random things. A pencil, a dangling key, beads and other things sticking out like jewels. Her face was slim and she wore no shoes. There were tales of Indigo the witch who lived by the harbour and up until now in his fit of desperation he didn't think he'd find himself here. Indigo looked at the uncomfortable looking Lycan before her, studying him. "Take a seat Castor"

She knew his name. The place was dark and eerie with a dim orange glow from the cheap incandescent bulb overhead. The windows barred and shut tight. Inside was just as cold as the outside with a heavy dampness or moisture in the air. The strange smell was even higher in the room. What the hell was that smell?

Once inside it felt like they were shut off from the world. Taking a seat in the wooden chair he sat across from her glancing at the beating heart on the table before him in a glass bottle of murky liquid. She followed his eyes and stared back at him. "That's just to put fear in men and remind them where they are."

There was something sinister about the place. She placed her arms on the chair and eased back to look at him. He focused on her and wasted no time. In and out he reminded himself. Just get what you need and hurry up out of here.

"I need you to find someone for me."

She leaned back and laughed loudly, clapping her hands as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

"The mighty Lycans come to little old me in the dumps to find someone?"

He glared at her and she brightened even more, her yellow eyes glinting dangerously under the light.

"First of all I would be a fool to help or do any business with any Lycan or beast!" she shouted her face contorting in anger, her emotions changing fast like the weather "Everybody fears the great King Reviere. This is a death wish that you bring on my doorstep!" "Well he won't be king forever and if you help me I would take his place" his deep voice cut in.

"You?" she smiled cunningly.

He eased back and looked at her coldly, his face as hard as ice.

"Every time one of you can't carry out your own little dirty work then you remember the witches. When you can't do anything on your own you remember the witches. When all else fails and you want to go against nature you remember the witches." She paused and the air took a chill.

"When the woman you love doesn't want you then you go to the witches. The heart want what it wants and she doesn't want you.

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"She's mine" growled Castor, the muscle in his jaw rigid. He wanted to strangle her so she would shut up. Maybe he shouldn't have come here after all.

"Aren't you old enough to get over unrequited love? To make matters worse she is the King's daughter!"

"She's just distracted for now" he said calmly and bored.

"Sui-cide sui-cide sui-cide" she started to sing shaking her head.

"Are you going to help me or not?!" Castor barked at her, tired of the games.

She stretched out her arms with a smile, gesturing wide and he rolled his eyes.

"Tell me what you want first."

Here goes.

"I need you to find her."

"Do you have anything of hers?"

He'd figured something would be needed and came prepared.

"Yes this."

He held up a necklace with a blue stone on it. She'd made it for him when he was nine when she almost dug up the entire palace saying she wanted to be an archaeologist. He paused for a bit and Indigo turned her head a bit to look at him. "That isn't just it is it?" she asked questioningly. Curious as to what brought this Lycan to her door.

"No. I need you to chain her wolf. Lock it away."

Her body went rigid, all the colour drained out of Indigo's face and her eyes went wide.