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Chapter 5- Declan POV-

** You’ll see the word Weres a lot in this story, it is short for werewolf or werewolves  **

Hello, my name is Declan. I am the current Lycan King, I am 1301 years old, I have been the Lycan King for 800 years. I took over the Kingdom and Palace from the former Lycan King Liam; it was not a peaceful transition of power.

I stand 6’8” tall, I have long black hair that comes to the middle of my back, I wear it tied up, my eyes are grey, like the sky after a thunderstorm. I’m strong, long, and lean with sculped abs, defined leg muscles, and strong arms. I’m not built like the triplets; I don’t fill doorways with my bulk. That is one way to tell a Lycan from a werewolf, Lycans are longer and leaner, Weres are built like brick houses. Weres strength is pure power and brute force. Lycan strength is different, it’s more elegant, I guess you’d say. No shade to Weres, I’ve fought a few of them in my time, it’s not fun.

I arrived at this pack with Reilly. Reilly was believed to be my son, so he was to tag along to get the jest of negotiations between two Supernatural species. However, upon arriving to this pack both Reilly and I were informed that after further testing preformed by a lab in Upper Egypt, he wasn’t my son but my half-brother. I came to this pack a few days ago on official business, not knowing at the time that my enforcer Dante had found his mate here. I guess he didn’t really find her here, he has known her for many years, as he is one of her four Guardians. Needless to say, every day in this pack has been an eventful one. Nope, every hour in this pack has been an eventful one. I haven’t had time to process a lot of what I’ve learned, and the hits keep on coming.

Anyway, two nights ago, one of my trusted top aides tried to poison me with Oleander extract. It would’ve worked if I was alone. I wasn’t alone, I was having a much-needed conversation with my mate Aslie Neferet-Sandolf.

I royally (no pun intended) screwed things up when I got here. I acted without thinking and upon seeing my beautiful mate, I marked her, not knowing that she had other mates. Let’s be honest, I don’t even think I knew her name when I marked her. I have been searching high and low for my fated mate for the last 500 years.

After I marked her,  I proceeded to talk down and judge her situation not knowing all the details. I still don’t know all the details, but I am learning as I go.

What I do know is Alsie Neferet-Sandolf is on the war path and she is not one to mess with. She is more powerful than I am, she’s a ball-buster, she does things her way or no way. She has been highly successful in what she’s accomplished so far, and she gained the attention of many Supernaturals.

At the time of my attempted poisoning Alsie and I were talking, getting to know each other, and having drinks. My drink had been spiked with the poison. I couldn’t detect it, but Alsie did, she slapped the glass out of my hand and saved my life.

After rounding up my “trusted” staff and throwing them into the dungeons, Alsie preformed the most diabolical lie-detector test I’ve ever seen. We all learned that the Elders of my Kingdom wanted me dead because they got word that I was coming to this pack to look into a newly established Council of Pack that many other packs were looking into to replace their Elder Councils. The Elders were right, that was exactly what I was doing here. Finding my mate was just an added bonus.

The Edlers know that if I decided to take on this new form of pack hierarchy, they would be out of a job considered obsolete, and some of them may even be put to death. I hate the Elders;  that’s not a secret. The Elders manipulate too many scenarios; they use their place on the council for “favors” and I’m pretty sure they are stealing from the petty cash fund. I’m not 100% sure why Alsie and her mates created the Council of Pack, but I do know that it is highly regarded amongst all Supernaturals.

Anyway, the Elders of my pack recruited a top aide to poison me, he failed, he’s dead. The rest are locked up in the cells, the remaining of my men who passed the polygraph test have proven to be loyal, but they have been stripped of their cell phones, tablets, and any other electronic devices. I need the Elders to think I am dead.

I don’t like Alsie’s plan, but it is a solid one. Sending both Dante and Osiris is a good way to cover for the mate mark. Lycans don’t have the same hangups that Weres do when it comes to sexuality. I had questions about the plan, hopefully tomorrow, Alsie will have answers.