Alpha Blake

Chapter 31 Damian’s Back



Chapter 31 Damian’s Back

Third Person POV

A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an

old man with a body-length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of

slivered hair, midback length.

He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip-flops on to step outside.

"Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says.

The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing a combat uniform, matching with the

uniforms his warriors wear.

"Grandpa... it's me!" Blake responds to the old wolf.

"I knew it. I could smell you a mile away. My old wolf Miles started wagging his damn tail and

talking to me for the first time in three weeks since we smelled your scent." He smiles as he comes

close to Blake.

Blake embraces him and smiles at him.

"It's always so good to see you son. I haven't seen you in over two years. How are you, my boy?"

He places his hand on his shoulder and smiles unwilling to let him go.

"Grandpa, I really need your help." Blake hangs his head, his eyes threatening to perk with tears.

"What's going on Blake?" Blake's grandpa frowns, his voice going from a cheerful tone to a more

melancholic tone.

"Grandpa, those archives you told me to look over, you were right. You were right about all of

them. There's a vampire by the name of Damian who is seeking revenge on our pack. But that's not the

only thing I fear." He sits with his grandfather inside at the table.

"Well what else can be happening Blake son...talk to me?" His grandfather's voice sounds hoarse

and rugged.

"He's after my mate. I left her under the care of my best warriors, but I'm afraid she may outsmart

them and try to get in the way when I confront him."

"What makes you think she will do that son?"

"She is my moon child grandpa. My mate is not just my Luna, but she is also my moon child."

Blake hangs his head and closes his eyes.

"Grandpa I can't risk her life. I don't want her getting hurt, I can't lose her grandpa..... She means

the world to me."

"So what will you do my boy?"

"I'm going to confront him! I'll fight till the end until my own body gives up. But I will not allow him

near my pack or my mate." Blake narrows his eyebrows, his eyes darkening as he and Xander

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"Very well my boy. I have something that is yours! It was destined to you and I think now is the

right time to give it to you." He slowly stands and walks towards an old closet down his hallway.

He opens the creaking door and retrieves an old wooden case from inside. He turns slowly as his

hand glides across the wall to maintain steady. He sits back across Blake, sitting the wooden case on

top of the table.

Blake's eyes are glued to the bookcase, as his grandfather slowly opens it.

"Grandpa, what is this?" He questions as his grandfather slowly turn the case, revealing a

beautifully handcrafted dagger. A beautifully handcrafted handle, perfectly polished and engraved with

the pack's symbol and the family's last name in old English letters.

The dagger's blade is made of pure silver. Mixed with white ash from an old ancient tree and

dipped in Angel's blood. The perfect combination that will end the life of a primordial vampire.

"I'm sure you took my advice and studied your stuff. You can not kill a primordial vampire with an

ordinary silver dagger, a regular vampire perhaps...but it will not work on a primordial... just like the

wolfbane will not work to kill a primord wolf." He smiles at Blake and sighs.

He pushes the case near Blake and leans down against his chair. "No...

what you need, is this baby. An enchanted Silver Dagger that is dipped in the Ashes of the

Ancient Silver Maple Tree. It can kill a Primordial vampire, but only temporarily. The Dagger must

remain in the heart of the Primordial vampire to keep them incapacitated, otherwise, they will revive.

But if you ask me, it's best if you chop his damn head off." His grandpa laughs, trying to ease off a bit of

tension felt in the air.

Blake sighs. He closes his eyes and puffs his cheeks as his hand comes over his nose and

pinches it.

"There is one other thing that is lethal to a primordial vampire Blake." His grandpa lowers his head.

His eyes water and a lump forms on his throat.

"Well!.... spill it gramps... what is it? I'll do whatever it takes."

He sighs and looks melancholic towards Blake. "The pure blood of a primordial werewolf."

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Third Person POV

Damian sat on the passenger's side. His elbow is prompted on top of the window of the SUV as he

stares out through his dark aviator shades.

"Two years...I gave her a bit over two years to rest. Now, I'm coming for you my lovely. Rest

assure! I will either take you home or take your head... but either way, I will have you. You're mine,

Selene! You must be mine!" He gritted his teeth. Clenched his jaw as his hand fisted tightly turning his

knuckles white.

He hits the glove compartment, bending it in right through the middle.

" I should have taken you back then. Now I gotta kill your stupid mate before I can take you with

me. I may as well anyway. He and I were destined to a long-overdue duo anyway. May as well kill two

fucking birds with one stone." He lifted his hand to his lips as he smiled mischievously.

"Very soon Blakey-boy, very soon! I'll have your head on a nice silver platter in front of your pack.

Then I'll kill each one of them. One by one. Then I'll be able to take Selene home with me. And the

Primord Pack will finally cease to exist." He laughs out evily, throwing his head back and then nodding

in amusement.

"Boss, we're almost there. The camp should be just five more minutes ahead." His driver informs.

"Good. Just a few more days! Then we'll take the joy to attack the Primords pack, and finally take

our revenge." He looks out towards the numerous trees as they passed through the old road amid the

mountains.

"Call Gavin and Jazmin. Tell him to bring our little lamb, I want to see what stupid plan they have

going on to lure Selene to come to me." He smiles, hanging his head low as he looks at his old family

ring on his finger.

"For their sakes, they better not be wasting my damn time." He rests his head back on the seat

before slamming his fist down by the doorknob.


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