Konstantin: The Heartless Beta novel Chapter 19

Another woman will suffer at my hand because of my father; another bride will be dead before she can birth a child for the beast inside of me.

I can feel him stir as I approach my estate; he knows she’s waiting inside, and it angers me. After the senseless death of my third bride, I vowed never to take another woman, and if that meant the end of the Vega bloodline, then so be it.

Another woman cannot die because of this beast; I won’t allow it.

My father says this union will do the Vega pack good since we can extend our reach, but I know he’s only interested in the power it will bring. The decrepit mansion he was in is just for show; my father is greedy and wants to make money at all costs.

“Fenrisúlfr,” Andreas calls me by the birthname I hate. My father named me after a monstrous wolf-god of Norse mythology aided in my self-hate.

This beast only knows how to kill, maim and murder young women, and the self-deprecation grows each day.

“They’re waiting inside, but know this; she might not be to your liking.” He says as we walk towards the place supposedly called my home.

I look over at my best friend and Beta with a frown. “Not to my liking? How so?” I ask, to which he chuckles.

“Your beast likes them voluptuous and full, not to mention blonde. This one is not like that at all. You’ll see what I mean.” He says when we come to a stop outside my front door. “They’re in the living room.”

With that, he opens the door and leads me inside.

This scent is different, not your average werewolf scent; it smells of sweet cherry blossoms and wisteria. A pleasant aroma that calms me down for some reason but pulls me towards whoever is sitting in my living room.

Andreas walks ahead of me into the living room, and I see four figures; one of which is a sturdy male. “Alpha Fenriz has arrived,” Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around.

The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese.

The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles.

This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him.

“Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

I take his hand and give it a firm squeeze while feeling a warmth in his jade scent. As far as I can tell, he isn't a wolf, but there is a primal quality about him; so what did he want with me?

“Can we get to the reason why this union is needed between our families?” I say, not bothering to look at the three females present, but an uneasiness settles in my stomach. The cherry blossom and wisteria scent still lingered, but it wasn’t coming from this man.