Chapter Three

Chapter Three

The Blood Moon King.

It made no sense. The Blood Moon King was a myth, he was a tyrant who has lived for over 500 years. He was a monster according to tales of old, an immortal being who brought nothing but destruction onto the world.

There was no way he was the one, the one told in the books. The King of all Kings, the Alpha over all Alphas, the Lycan, a being of hybrid nature—The King of all the Alphas, the one who conquered the blood moon.

I took a step back, shaking my head vigorously, “No….no it’s not possible—

“What isn’t possible my Ano—

“Stop that!!!” I cried out, “You’re not real! You’re a myth!”

“Myth?” He snickered, a wicked one as he took a step closer, I took two steps away from him. He turned to father who groaned from the temple door, in which he was hurled at.

“Leave him alone!” I said defiantly, knowing I was basically powerless against him and did what I knew best, my voice cracked now, “Please..”

He laughed again, “Myth?” Turning to father now, “You really meant it when you said I would be written off the history books Alphonse.”

I still didn’t get it, the relationship between this creature and my father. It terrified me greatly—his presence, his face, his smile, his aura, his small…all wrapped into a dangerous little package and presented before me.

“Please,” Father was no longer his usual prideful self, now on his knees with a trail of blood from the corner of his lips to under his chin, “You can take whatever you want Rowan—slaves, gold, children. Take it all.” Choking on his own voice now, “Just leave my daughter be.”

My mouth dropped in shock towards him, he was basically trading innocent children to be taken as slaves by his creature…all in exchange for me. My heart ached at his preposterous tribute, disappointment washed over me.

I knew of father to be overbearing, overprotective. After all, I was his prized Luna, but I never expected him to trade in the lives of innocent souls just so I could be left alone.

There were so many unanswered questions, with no one having the decency to clear it straight. I felt the tears heating up my cheeks, seeing my own father crawl on his knees to a man who claims to be the blood moon king.

He laughed again. More manic, more deadly. I could swear I heard the mountains surrounding the temple rumble just from his power, “Now you’re pleading Alphonse.”

“Don’t do this Rowan”

“Slaves? Children?” He snickered for the umpteenth time, “I knew you were callous but not this extreme Alphonse. Ten years…I’ve waited ten—-

“She’s not yours to claim!” Father shot back, a sudden change in countenance from his pleading self seconds ago, “She’s to be married to the alpha!!”

The ground shook as the trees trembled just from his power alone. I felt the wave of darkness take over again—titillating, tempting, almost like it was about to envelope my already distressed self.

I gasped loudly, fearful for my life and that of my father’s. He turned to me—my supposed mate. I saw death in his eyes, a pure urge to kill as he smirked and moved towards father.

“No…no..” My voice was hoarse as he grabbed my father by the neck again, lifting him to his feet. My father wasn’t one of a scrawny nature, well built as a warrior of the pack and yet this creature lifted him like a piece of paper.

My eyes watered even more, I couldn’t find the words, all I could do was try to speak as my father struggled to gasp for air.

“She’s not mine to claim?!!” He growled, “Anora isn’t mine to—-

“Wait!!!!” I finally screamed, a resounding screech that sent the birds flying away from the trees.

He turned to look at me again, his red eyes dissipating into a lukewarm blue—beautiful, tempting. He dropped father now, walking towards me and my father grabbed onto one of his legs, chanting something I couldn’t hear.

He kicked father away, my heart ached hearing his yelp but I couldn’t stop looking into the eyes of the man—-the blood moon king himself. There was no mistaking his power now, I only had one choice to make.

“Anora….”

I trembled as his hand caressed my cheek, “Take me…kill me…just let my father and people go.”

I saw a spark in his eyes for a second, almost one of defense, as quickly it came it also disappeared. He brushed his thumb against my cheek, a chilling sensation traveled down my spine.

“I don’t intend to kill you.”

“You have my full permission.”

He smiled again, dangerous in all forms, “I can’t kill you Anora. You’re my mate, my second half.”

Mate…bond….half…all of it made no sense to me. All I wanted was for him to get away from my father and people.

I mustered enough courage to look up at him, “Wh…what do you intend to do with me?”

My supposed mate caressed my cheek one last time, “Let’s find out shall we?”