Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

260 An Attack At The Holy Temple

The Holy Temple of The Moon Goddess kept the same amount of priests and priestesses in the temple for decades. Forty-seven priests and fifty-two priestesses, never a number more and never a number less.

The priests and priestesses came from various backgrounds. A lot of them were rogue werewolves and she-wolves who were kicked out from their packs due to one or other things, but never because they committed unforgivable crimes.

Most of them were rogue werewolves by birth.

Children of rogue she-wolves who gave birth without any pack’s assistance.

As they were innocent, they had the chance to rejoin the werewolf community by applying to any pack. Many times though, they were rejected because of their low birth.

Hoping to reset their poor background, a lot of them decided to join the temple to cleanse their original sins. A few years of service at the temple sufficed to achieve this goal.

No packs would reject a devout werewolf into their midst. It was almost as good as receiving a letter of recommendation from the High Seer herself.

Elijah had served in the temple for four and a half years when tragedy struck his wife and his then ten-year-old son. His wife died tragically in a car accident that was caused by a young, drunk human being whose father just bought him a new car.

Elijah’s son escaped the same fate by a hairsbreadth, having been pushed to safety by his mother.

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When faced with such a tragedy, one had two options: one, to accept the death of one beloved person and focus on the living ones; or two, to pursue the call for justice and demand blood for blood.

As a servant of the Moon Goddess, Elijah was expected to pick the first option. Unfortunately, he was unable to. His eyes were blinded by blood and his mind was poisoned with the lust for vengeance.

What followed could be referred to as either bad luck or fate.

Elijah crossed paths with Lucrethia Woodland, who had both the power and the cunning mind to exact revenge without drawing attention or further consequences.

The drunk lad who drove the car died in another car accident, orchestrated by the matriarch of the Woodland family.

Elijah received a photo of the lad’s wrecked body as a gift.

After that, as thanks, Lucrethia demanded a little service from Elijah. Bits and pieces of information. Cookie crumbs, really.

Before he knew it, his master was no longer the Moon Goddess but Madam Lucrethia Woodland from the Ironclad Claws Pack.

At first, Elijah didn’t mind much. Until what Lucrethia asked of him bore a more and more sinister nature. Once he refused, and he was told that his son had entered the Woodland family as a servant.

The Ironclad Claws pack had accepted Elijah’s son as part of the pack. He had returned to the werewolf society, the very thing that Elijah had wanted for him.

The problem was that the son was tightly clutched within Lucrethia’s claws with no possibility of escape.

Elijah did not have any other choice.

This time, the Madam gave him one last job. He was to conclude his service by shedding Lucien Clearwater’s blood in return for the vengeance that she took for Elijah.

In his whole life, Elijah had never stained his hands with blood. This time, although Lucien’s blood was not going to stick to him, Elijah knew that at the end of the night, he would have taken an innocent life from the face of the earth.

Not unlike the irresponsible drunk driver who murdered his wife.

No, even worse.

At least that drunk driver didn’t mean to kill his wife.

That night, Elijah crept toward the Cleansing Pond.

Lucien Clearwater was lying inside the cradle beneath the Tree Of Life. His lower body was submerged inside the pond while his upper body remained above the water’s surface.

His lips were white, his skin blueish. Only the shallow breathing sound that came from the man testified that he was indeed still alive.

Despite the deathly appearance, the man looked as beautiful as a fallen angel.

Elijah swallowed hard.

Curling his fingers into fists, he told himself to take action.

Lucrethia’s words kept reverberating in his head.

“If you really care about your son, you will fulfill this last task with perfection. Then I will release you and even give you enough money to escape to Europe with your son in tow.”

Elijah stepped into the Cleansing Pond as quietly as possible and lifted Lucien out of the pond. For a split second, a chill ran down Elijah’s spine. Someone was staring at him.

He thought that Lucien had woken up, but the man’s eyes were still tightly shut.

It was all his imagination.

Elijah then lay the man on the grass in the darkest corner. After wiping beads of cold sweat from his forehead, he took the tiny poison vial out from the folds of his robe.

“I am sorry,” he whispered sorrowfully before he unscrewed the poison vial and pried Lucien’s lips open with his fingers.

Just as he was about to pour the whole content of the vial into Lucien’s mouth, a big brown wolf jumped at him.

“AHHHHHHH!!!”

Elijah barely managed to escape the four sets of claws by rolling to the side. He then quickly staggered to his feet and tried to run away. In his trepidation, he blindly ran into a direction and ended up bumping into a sturdy man instead.

When he saw who it was, he almost fainted from fright.

Kinnon Youngshaper wrenched the poison vial from Elijah’s hand. Before the latter tried to escape, the big brown wolf pounced at him again and pinned him down to the ground.

“Good stuff,” Kinnon commented when he looked at the poison inside the vial. “I hate to say it, Alpha Ronan, but it looks like you are right.”

“A stroke of luck and a whole load of the Moon Goddess’ blessings,” Alpha Ronan said as he stepped into the light.

“Thank you for the help, Kinnon and Jake.”