All Chapters of Moonlit Legacy: Claimed By The Alpha King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 32: CONFUSION UPON CONFUSION. RAYA'S POV.Since lord Enock was elderly, I was going to be as respectful as possible, but I wasn't going to let myself be or feel intimidated by him. I made up my mind to carry myself with esteem, just as King Barakar would expect me to. Encounters such as this, where the King would not be by my side were inevitable. So I needed to brace myself for them. "Lord Enock," Kieran bowed slightly. "What a surprise to find you in this part of the Iron Den." "Who doesn't love a good sight every now and then?" he replied, smiling. "Absolutely," Kieran replied, smiling mildly."I see you're finally busy again, huh? Good for you," lord Enock said, nodding. "At least you won't be sitting idly by any longer." Kieran chuckled softly, looking down. I noticed the discomfort and awkwardness that surrounded Kieran at that moment. That statement indirectly communicated something that at the moment, I couldn't fully figure out. But I had a slight inkling though

CHAPTER 34: IN THE LIBRARY.BARAKAR'S POV. During my growing-up days, it was mandatory for me to learn about the history of the five kingdoms, each and every one of them. I learned about the Blood Wars - the most gruesome war in ancient times, which led to the division that eventually brought about the formation of the five kingdoms. I learned about the civil wars that took place in the kingdoms, the fall of great and noble houses, and the rise of seemingly nameless houses into notoriety, like mine - House Gavanar, during those days of chaos and political instability. Studying ancient history was the best part of my educational experience. But the one aspect of history that fascinated me more was studying the lycan origins. So, seeing Talia in possession of the book, 'True Bloods', brought back memories. But it brought more than that - a new perspective to my dilemma."How does any of what we're inquiring about have to do with the origins of werewolves?" I asked, as I flipped ope

CHAPTER 36: GETTING THINGS WRONG.RAYA'S POV.I didn't just feel bad that I was somehow shutting off the one person in the world who has stood by me and defended me - The one person who made me matter to others. I also felt troubled. How did I find myself in such a situation? Just from the mere tale of misfortunes that have befallen King Barakar? I soon began getting angry at myself for even letting it get to me. So what if they died? Everyone dies. Did he kill them? Even if King Barakar's genealogy is cursed, is he the cause? I smacked myself in the head within my thoughts, hating the fact that I let myself be negatively affected by the words of lord Enock, even if he was just trying to look out for me. With how wild my thoughts got, I was sure King Barakar had picked a thing or two from my contemplations. I finally turned and looked at the King, my eyes teary from regret due to my disposition toward him. "What's the matter, Raya? What is it?" King Barakar asked as he looked me

CHAPTER 38: SPONTANEOUS DESIRE.RAYA'S POV.I woke up the next morning to meet an unusually busy Winterhill. The city was abuzz, with a lot of activity. I could see it from way up the palace as I stood on the balcony of my chamber.Word about the King's Games had spread so quickly, changing the atmosphere I met when I first arrived. I had heard of the King's Games in times past, when I was younger. It was one activity that garnered a lot of attention, and gave opportunity to every folk to participate, depending on their various abilities and capabilities, and showcase what they could do in various competitions. I could say that everyone who partook of the games did so for varying reasons, but most did just for the glory, and financial rewards, of course. There was no discrimination - Humans, werewolves, and mages were all allowed to participate, having passed the preliminary screening and phases. Until now, I had never witnessed any. So I was really eager to bear witness to the sp

CHAPTER 40: FORGETTING THE PAST.Things were pretty much normal at the hidden base of the Rebellion, contrasting the rowdiness in Winterhill. From where she sat, under a tree, the echoes of the hammering of wood were audible to Vira. She sat alone, looking from a distance at the construction of the new accommodations for the increasing number of refugees as she munched on a red apple she cut with her blade. From afar, she saw Rojar giving instructions to the builders, overseeing the project. Not so far from her was another tree. On it, crept a lizard. Without much effort as it were, she lackadaisically threw her blade at it. It pierced the creature, killing it instantly, and stuck to the tree. "Nice throw as always," Masterchief commended, speaking from behind her. Vira was startled, sighing in relief when she saw who it was. "How do you always show up undetected?" she asked, and he shrugged, pursing his lips. "Care if I join you?" he asked."Not at all." So he sat down beside