She convulsed

“Your Highness,” The king’s groom tapped him gently. Alpha Cyrus rolled on his bed, turning in the opposite direction. His groom tapped him again, “your highness,” this time, Alpha Cyrus got up.

He had a devilish look on his face, he was angry. The clock had just struck 3.00 am so why was he been disturbed in his sleep.

“What is it, Sule?” He barked, his tone conveying the irritation he felt at that moment.

“Your, highness, good morning sir. I’m sorry to wake you up at this time but there is a matter that needs your urgent attention.” Sule curtsied as he spoke. His voice carried a trace of fear in it.

Alpha Cyrus sprung off his bed. He grabbed his coat and threw it on his body. What could it be this time? He thought to himself. His kingdom had been suffering some misfortune recently. His farmers were losing crops, their animals were dying, and a neighboring pack of wolves was brewing for a fight with him. A fight that was unnecessary in his opinion but the clan had refused to bow to him, their King and Alpha. So, he was set to take them down. And that was an easy task for him, he was, after all, the strongest wolf and Alpha in the entire country.

But none of those things could warrant an interruption in his sleep. He treasured his sleep, and Sule knew that, so what could it be?

Alpha Cyrus strolled to his giant wolf seat that was in his bedroom. That was his mini throne. no one could address him if he wasn’t seated properly, like the king he was.

Sule followed him. Sule was the king’s Beta, his right-hand man. Sule wouldn’t dare wake him without reason.

Cyrus beckoned on Sule to come forward, “tell me, Sule, what is it?”

“Your highness, it is Darius. He is in a bit of a problem.”

Cyrus sat up.

“What do you mean Sule?”

“You need to come with me, your highness.”

Cyrus threw himself down from his throne and followed Sule out of the room. Sule led him, straight down the hall and through to the left wing of the palace and straight to the crown prince’s bedroom.

They marched into the room. But the sight that greeted Cyrus, sent shock waves through his body.

There, laying on the bed, his son’s bed, was Rochelle. Lifeless.

Cyrus didn’t need to touch her to know she was already dead. His wolf already sensed it. His son, Darius, sat in the corner of the room. His knees folded up, like a coward.

“What happened?” Cyrus asked.

“Your highness, he …” Sule started to speak but Cyrus cut him off.

“He can speak for himself,” Cyrus barked, throwing a stern look at his son.

“Father, I was…” Darius started but Cyrus cut him off immediately.

“On this matter, you shall address me as your king and Alpha.” Cyrus wasn’t here to play any games; he took no chances with his son. Darius was one day going to be the leader of his pack and of the Lakewood kingdom, so Cyrus took no chances. He had raised the boy to be the best he could possibly be.

Darius got up, inched his shoulder, and started to speak again. “Your highness, my mate, Rochelle is dead.”

“I can see that, Darius. How did she die.”

“After the mating ceremony, I asked her to come to my chambers. And she came, willingly. But as soon as I entered her, she started to convulse and she died, in my arms.”

“You mean to tell me she simply convulsed and died? You didn’t harm her? In any way?” Cyrus barked.

“Father, I would never hurt her.”

“you are known around the kingdom for your terrible temper. Please tell me the truth, did your temper get the better of you? Did she refuse you? Did you force yourself on her? Did you kill her?”

“No father, I did none of those things. Rochelle came to me herself, of her own will. And I wasn’t rough on her, I was just starting when I noticed her convulsing.”

Cyrus was quiet for some minutes. It didn’t look good. They had performed a ceremony in front of the whole kingdom, she wasn’t just any girl anymore. She was the mate to the crown prince, and she had died on the prince’s bed. It was bad news, and they couldn’t just make it go away.

Cyrus turned to Sule, “please take care of this. And get me the palace writers. We need to make a statement to our people once the day breaks. As for Darius, see to it that he is taken care of. He looks distraught.”

“Yes, your highness.” Sule bowed and Cyrus stormed off.

Darius paced his bedroom, running his hands through his hair. He was finding it difficult to accept what had happened. One minute, she was on the bed, laughing, and the next minute, she was laying down dead.

After the ceremony, they had both gone for a run and talked a little. And then, they had started to make out, in the woods, he couldn’t take her there and that was why he invited her to his bedroom. Only for her to die minutes later.

Darius growled, still pacing.

Sule looked at the young Alpha and shook his head. Darius was a striking resemblance to his father. Just like his twin brother, Lucious. Sule shook his head again, Lucious, he wondered what was happening with the young prince, who was shipped off to America on his tenth birthday.

Darius grabbed a tee-shirt and threw it on his body frantically. He shot Sule a look, as if seeking his permission to leave, not that he needed it anyway but he was in a state of confusion. Sule bowed to him and Darius ran out of the room, down the left wing, and out of the palace. He needed a run, he needed to clear his head. He didn’t make it far from the palace gates before shifting to his wolf form and going for a desperate run.