Zyran

KYRA 

A loud knock came on my door, jolting me awake.

After searching for about two hours or more, a guard took pity and led me back for my room, which was the opposite way from where I was.

I freshened up quickly and headed downstairs for training.

Instead of the warden, another woman addressed us in her stead.

".... call me Helen. Your first training is about etiquette and what better way to start than to pay homage to the King?"

My heart skipped. A shudder ran through my body.

The Alpha King.

I've only heard stories about him

Zyran Eryx.

It was a name that rang terror through everyone. 

The most powerful Alpha King to ever exist. 

The fables had it that he was blessed by the moon goddess herself and the underworld king, Hades, brother to Zeus. 

No one knew how he came about or anything about his family, but the terror he brought, the horror of what he did, was widely known. He is otherwise known as the Mad Alpha King. No one crossed his path and lived long enough to tell the tale of it, not even their soon to be dead families. 

The only one who lived to tell the story couldn't tell it. What can a crazy man say?

The crazy man who, by the way, was allegedly his brother. 

 It was wide knowledge that the mad king had no heart and is a cruel, unforgiving bastard.

And I'll be seeing him for the first time today.

I didn't know we were going to meet him so soon, if not, I'd have put in more effort into my dressing in order to make a good first impression. 

The woman led us out of the palace to an adjoining building, "This is where the indoor classes of your training will take place."

"Have your seats," she ordered, sitting opposite us.

"Backs straight," she said in a loud voice, scrutinizing us.

I did as the instructed, the action feeling like a punishment. 

She raised an eyebrow, looking at me with disappointment. 

The image of the pervert crossed my mind.

"As a prospective Luna, you are expected to carry yourself with grace and be self aware. Most importantly, you can't wear your emotions on your face." Miss Helen continued. 

I tuned her out as kept on rambling about attitude, etiquette, and manners. 

Then she stood, casting a glance at her wristwatch, "The Alpha is going to be here anytime as tradition permits. You know what to do."

Like the other girls, even though I was clueless, I nodded. 

As if on cue, the door opened.

The pervert walked in, all dressed up and looking important.

"Welcome, your Majesty," Miss Helen bowed to the pervert. 

My jaw went slack.  

The per— He's the king?

My cheeks burned bright red, the events from yesterday replaying in my mind.

"Your Majesty," The girls greeted, doing a little curtsy.

I copied them, but I couldn’t get my mouth to move. 

He turned around, and his gaze landed on me first.

Color drained from my face.

"Mate.." my wolf purred again. 

The sudden realization made my knees weak.

The king is my mate, and I insulted him.

He's not going to forgive that.

"Why is there an omega here?" Zyran asked, turning to Helen. 

Helen trembled, glancing at me with accusation, 

"She registered, and rules mentioned not stopping anyone from the selection." Helen replied. 

"Omegas are weak, I doubt the girl can last a week." A lady beside Zyran piped in.

"See that lady beside him?" One of the Lunas in training whispered to me, "She's prepared all her life to be the Luna. If it weren't for tradition, they've gotten married already."

"Oh.." I murmured, feeling dejected.

"Some people think she's the King's mate. Others say she's his betrothed. She comes from all Alpha family, a pure wolf and high ranked. I doubt any of us stands a chance with her."

"What if the king meets his mate?" I asked quietly. 

The girl scoffed, staring at me as if I'd grown two heads, "His mate definitely has no chance. Also, does it look to you that the King would have a mate somewhere? Who'd want him? Who'd want to live in fear? Only a crazy person would,"

"Yet you're here." I whispered. 

"Only because of the influence. I only need to spend at least two weeks here."

I nodded absentmindedly.

This was a bad idea.

There's no way I'm going to last one more days, not when he's looking at me like that.

The only choice I have is to ask for his forgiveness or run away.