Alex, the Lycan king, sat on his throne, looking at the scrying orb. He needed to find out the whereabouts of a certain man he had been chasing for years. This man had somehow harvested the power to control mindless rogues.
This was an urgent issue he needed to resolve as soon as possible. If this man was given the slightest opportunity, he might destroy the peace Alex had worked hard for. He was a very thorough king. If he wanted something gone, he dealt with it from the source. This time, the cause of the trouble was a man hiding somewhere from him, plotting his next attack.
He did not have much information on him, so it frustrated him to no end. He was busy trying to track him down when his trusted advisor, Parton, came into the throne room to inform him about something very important.
“You didn’t knock, Parton,” Alex remarked, filled with anger. He stood in his full height and faced his advisor. "Now, give me a reason why I shouldn’t send you to the moon goddess right now." He was huge with a shoulder-length blonde hair. His brown eyes weren’t exactly brown every time. The intensity of the color would change depending on his mood. His broad wide shoulders made the throne look small.
Slowly, he walked towards his advisor. Parton was really going to get what's coming to him if he didn't have something reasonable to say.
"Sir, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have barged in like that if it wasn't urgent," Parton said in a hurry, visibly shaken. He couldn't wait to leave the throne room and relay the information he came for.
"What is it, Parton? Spit it out!" Alex was already in front of him when he said that. At that moment, he was more frustrated and in no mood to dilly-dally over petty matters. If that was the reason Parton, his advisor, interrupted him, then he was really going to teach him a lesson.
"We have found the location of the man you are searching for," Parton said quickly. That was the last thing Alex thought he would say. There he was, searching all night with the scrying orb, and Parton simply found the same man he was looking for without a scrying orb?
"How did you find him without a scrying orb?" Alex asked his advisor, narrowing his eyes at him and looking suspicious.
"We used... a tracking device. During his last attack, we had a tracking device planted on both him and some of the rogues," Parton explained, almost facepalming himself.
A tracking device had to be one of the many modern technologies popping out of nowhere these days. Alex was not interested in these modern gadgets. He had it installed in his mansion during its renovation, but he never bothered himself with it.
Being very powerful, he never saw the need for any of these technologies, especially a phone. Why would he get himself a phone when he had the mind links of his pack and every pack in the world? However, if the technology could help him save his people, he was willing to put his attention there.
"Finally, you have proven yourself to be of use," Alex said, giving his assistant a pat on the back before leaving the throne room.
"Where are they?" Just when he had already gone out of the throne room, he remembered to ask.
"They are on their way to New York. Should we alert the pack there?" Alex's advisor, Parton, still sounded frightened.
"No, Parton. It will only cause unnecessary chaos." Alerting the pack would only bring panic. Alex planned to finish them off before they even got to New York.
As the Lycan king, Alex was blessed by the goddess with many things. Power, great leadership skills, many things at once. But, he had not been blessed with a mate. He found it hard to admit to himself. But, he needed a mate to call his own, someone to come back home to every time he fought off those rogues.
His existence was getting really lonely, and he spent his leisure time venting his frustration on his subjects sometimes.
As he approached the intelligence room he had built up decades ago, he barged in. "Get me the device that will show me his coordinates, now!" Alex ordered.
As he passed by, everyone scurried away from him. Only one man bravely stood at the end of the line with the device. He grabbed it from him and left immediately.
On his way out of his mansion, he met his advisor walking towards him. The advisor had his head down, so he didn't notice him till he gave him an order. "Have the night patrol doubled."
"Yes, sir!" The response was immediate.
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Meanwhile, somewhere in a dark cave, a man sat on a luxurious sofa. Considering the condition of the cave, the sofa looked out of place. There were cobwebs in the cave, and a lot of rogues laid down on top of each other, sleeping. The man had made it like that. As fun as it was using these mindless rogues, he hated the disturbing sound they made in the dark.
Finding a cave on his way to a city filled with werewolves was hard. For some reason unknown to him, there weren't as many caves as he had imagined. Now, he was forced to rest with them in a filthy small cave.
He tried going online to kill his boredom. But it didn't work. So, he left the cave unsupervised and went to do a little killing here and there, have a little fun, sleep with a lady. Certainly, there had to be something out there other than that horrible cave he was in.
Quickly, he got properly dressed and left the cave. There had to be some fun he could have that night before he attacked New York. He happily left the cave with a thought that everything was going according to plan.
He didn't know what was coming for him.
A bang on the door made Amelia jitter. She was deep in thought of how her life was going to be from them on. She had found her mate for goodness sake. She deserved to be happy."Amelia" whoever it was banged the door again, "Open this door, I need to see you"Amelia shook her head. Was it wise to oep the door to her room at such a late hour. Who was it anyway?Amelia stood up to check. She walked to the door and then closed one eye to peer though the doorhole through the other. "Maxwell" she sighed. She pressed on the door knobe and opened the door immediately. Her mate was here."Amelia. How are you doing?" He slurred his words. He looked half awake and yet deeply asleep. Was he drunk?"Amelia, I've missed you so much""I've missed you too" she smiled. It was surprising to see how fast Maxwell had changed ever since the judgment from the alpha. He was acting like a different man––– a different werewolf actually."Come sit" she dragged him gently toward the bed. Amelia had made su
Amelia closed the door behind her with one hand. It was also one of her special talents as a waitress. Many times, customers would order in the very important person room and she would be required to take them to the customers. Ok getting there, she needed to use one hand to open the door."Maxwell, I am back with your hangover soup" she said in a soft soothing voice. "I hope you like it" Silence struck the room without delay."Maxwell?" She called out but still, there was no response."Maxwell??!!" Her once gentle voice was gradually developing into a scream. "Maxwell, where are you?"Her anxiety began to increase when she dropped the food tray with it's soup inside, to search for Maxwell.Had he been so drunk he fell inside the bathroom and died?Her heart panicked. Her eyes widened in shock, what would the pack say?Was this the way Maxwell's family had said they would take him out of the mess of a mateship they were in?Amelia's head felt like it was about to spin when she saw
Maxwell slumped backwards into the bed. He started to foam from the mouth or was it saliva? The alcohol must have been too much to handle. That or he was just acting."You bastard!" Amelia didn't fret. She bent forward and slapped him. He didn't think for a second that his unconsciousness would make him escape what she had in mind for him."You. Think. I'm. So. Easy. Cheap. Slut" with every pronunciation of the words, Amelia slapped him as hard as her hand could swing. Her full power was at work. Maxwell moaned with each swing she gave to him. It annoyed Amelia the most that he would dare try to moan while she was hitting him. She wanted to get up and hit him with something harder. Maybe a plank, if she could but she couldn't. She wouldn't dare. Her life still depended on him.He was her mate."You dumb bastard!" She yelled in frustration. Her anger was piling up. She needed to vent it somewhere else. "Maybe hitting him some more would help!"Amelia took a pillow from underneath hi
The club seemed crowded enough. It had every kind of person Amelia could have thought she would see.The loud and funky ones were in the middle, directly under the shiny globe that rotated nicely. The ones that looked calm and chill sat proudly at the back. They were in the VIP section, seated with their ladies on their laps. They had expensive bottles in front of them, sipping slowly from their cups. They looked rugged. Too rugged for her. One of them even looked like he was related to Maxwell, all buffed and angry. Surely, he was a bully and she didn't want that. They were others that she noticed as she walked to the bar and took a seat. The bartender poured her a drink and she pulled the glass towards herself."This is on the house" he said with a smile. He looked mischievous, which should have sent a sign to Amelia but she ignored it."Hmmmm, it tastes good," she said after a sip. She lied. Amelia had only ever tasted alcohol once and it was when she first started walking as
Amelia jerked off him. She blinked twice and asked him to repeat what he meant."Excuse me?!"The stranger moved closer to her with a smile."I didn't mean to piss you off, what I was trying to say was that you're so beautiful and I wouldn't want to lose you"Amelia calmed down immediately. She drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He wasn't a threat."I thought you were coming on to me as a threat" she backed away again. Mr M smiled. He still a advanced towards her. Step by step, he took her by the shoulder. His touch was gently and soft. Amelia nearly melted."I like you Amelia, I think you're such a beautiful girl. The one I've been looking for. How about you and I talk inside?"Amelia's eyes became drowsy. The alcohol kicked in. She was feeling lightheaded and thirsty. Her eyes turned red."Is this your first time drinking?"Mr M leaned into her ear. She nodded.He giggled, "I can see it. You're not a bad girl"His laugh made Amelia suddenly get upset."Excuse me?!" She slapped hi
Amelia's heart stood still. Was it a prank he had just pulled on her or was he really gone? She got up to check.Amelia walked out of the room, her phone in her hand and the keys of the room in her pocket. She thought it was his house and that maybe he went to prepare her a meal but that wasn't it.It was infact a guest house. It looked like someone's house because that was the way the designer had meant for it to be."Good morning ma'am, how can I help you?"Amelia stood there speechless. She drew in her breath three times before she was finally able to talk."I'm looking for a man. He's this tall. He's slim and light skinned. He had a weird but funny smile. He came from the room I was in. Have you seen him? Did he leave his contact?"The receptionist looked at Amelia blankly. She later said she had no idea what Amelia was talking about and had not seen a man in that room.Amelia's jaw dropped. She stood there, frozen and wide eyed."You're the only customer we've had here in three
Amelia flared her nostrils."Answer me old man. What did you say was coming to me?"Maxwell's father said nothing. He only smiled."I hope one day, you'd have the guts to talk back to me in this manner when things turn in my favor"Amelia sneered, "you and your deadbeat of a son won't be getting so lucky any time soon" . She smiled.The old man nodded his head. He raised his hand to clap for her a few times and then walked out of the room."Enjoy"His leaving came with sadness to Amelia. She didn't mean to be rude and had no idea what had come over her but all she knew is that she wanted to make up a point.She was the daughter of great wolves. She didn't deserve to be treated like she was an outcast or something anyone could trample on.She wanted to stand up for herself.Amelia laid still on her bed, her face was looking at the ceiling while her hands were to her side."I'll be my own protector, that is what father and mother would have wanted anyway"With those thoughts, she closed
Maxwell drew out his belt while he stood open legged in front of Amelia.Amelia backed away but she ended up hitting her back on the wall. There was no place to run to. Maxwell was very calculative. He had cornered her into the wall and was about to have her there.Or maybe that was what she was thinking.That wasn't his plan.Maxwell had a big smile plastered on his face. He took off the buckle of his belt and drag it out of it's hoop. "It's time to experience what you wanted at the club"Did he mean sex?"Maxwell, I'm not ready! I don't want to have sex with you!" Amelia screamed.It sounded ridiculous but yes, she was not ready to have sex with her mate. The mate she had been saving her virginity for, since she was a teenager. She was not even ready to loose it, she just did that out of pressure and frankly, she was beginning to regret it.Maxwell ignored her. He went ahead to pull his shorts down. His underwear was a dark color with a shade of light blue. It aligned with his per