Power. That's what I wanted. No, I needed to feel powerful. People don't understand the satisfaction I feel when I'm in power. Even my friends don't understand. Yes, I have friends. Shocker. It's not that hard really, all you have to do is prove that you're in power, and everyone will throw themselves at you. That's how people work.

"Hey, Oliver! You ready?" Rick, one of my friends, yelled out to me. Rick was actually human. Yes, he knew about me being a werewolf. Of course he would, his mate is a werewolf, who is also a friend of mine. You must be wondering how I would have friends despite being a murderer? Yeah, my friends aren't any different from me. Rick's mate is Michael, . Now, having a human mate wasn't exactly rare, but it was in Sacramento, California. There weren't many werewolves in a city like Sacramento, so the pressure to be hidden was really high.

Anyways, back to the topic. Rick, Michael, Lucy and I were going to the club. Lucy was another friend of mine. She was annoying, but gave a good head, so I kept her around.

"Yeah, give me a second." I responded, running my hand through my brown hair to mess it up. I grabbed my pocketknife and made my way out, tucking the knife into the waistband of my jeans.

"When will you stop with all the... killing?" Rick asked, fixing my shirt, as I walked past him, to hide the knife that was showing.

"Probably when he finds a mate." Michael spoke up, as the four of us headed over to the car.

"Talking about mates," Lucy said, smirking. Great, this topic again. "What would you do if your mate is an Alpha?"

I snorted in response. "An alpha having an alpha mate is impossible," I stated.

"Okay, what if you got a human mate? You know that comes with a great deal of responsibility in the supernatural society," Rick said. If I had a human mate, I'd reject them. Yeah, they bring a lot of respect and a very high position in the community, but humans are high maintenance. The last thing I need is a problematic mate.

"Babe, are you hearing yourself right now? This guy has killed so many girls just to feel powerful. He's far from the supernatural society's ideals," Michael said, laughing. Lucy and I laughed along. He was right, after all.

Rick sent me a worried look, but I ignored it. He was fretting over nothing. I was not at all affected by what Michael said. It was not going to stop me from doing what I have been doing for about a year now.

Nothing's going to stop me. from getting the power I deserve.

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The bed slammed against the wall, moans and grunts filled the room. I smirked in the dark. How naïve. It can be so easy to fool humans into thinking that they actually manage to please others. All you have to do is please them, while releasing fake moans, and they think that you're the one having the time of your life.

I discreetly put my hand under the pillow, taking my knife out. She was too deep in Euphoria to recognize the glimmering object that was being brought near her hip. I stopped thrusting into her, pulling out. She looked at me in confusion as I placed a hand on her mouth, muffling her voice. Her voice sounded like a cat clawing at a chalkboard, I don't need any lurkers questioning a loud blood curdling scream in the motel we are currently in.

Her eyes widened and she let out a muffled cry of pain as the knife dug into her skin.

"Shut up. If you make the slightest sound, I will make you watch me slowly kill off your loved ones, one-by-one," I growled out, taking the knife up to her arm, dragging it down, tearing apart her skin.

She looked at me with tear filled eyes in the darkness, begging for mercy. Too bad I don't feel any empathy. Right now, I feel minimal satisfaction. She's submitted to my words, given me the control, but I need more. I rammed myself back into her, moaning. This. This is pleasure.

With the feeling of dissatisfaction, I quickly slit her throat, watching as she choked on her own blood. I quickly wore my clothes and sighed in annoyance, yanking my phone out to call the only person who could commit a perfect murder.

"What?" Lucy snapped as soon as she picked up.

"The motel across the club. Room 15B. Take care of it," I said, monotonously.

"I'm busy right now," she retorted.

"I'll make up for it tomorrow night," I seduced her.

"Consider it done."

I looked at the girl's bleeding body once more before walking out of the Having control over someone psychologically and physically. That is power. And I need more. No, I deserve more. Humans are easy to manipulate, easy to dominate in more ways than once.

Maybe having a human mate wouldn't be so bad.