Luxa Gregor The Overlander Novels & Stories

The King and queen exchanged glances. "Bring in this man," the king ordered. A door on the south side opened immediately, and two guards led Gregor out. He walked in and stood before the king, one of his hands placed on the handle of his sword. He bent one knee and bowed to the king. "What is this thing you speak of?" the king inquired. "My name is Gregor of Gorath, Your Majesty. I saw Princess Mildred in Azoth, where I went to trade." "How did you know she was the one?" the queen asked.

Lois also nodded in support as we awaited the truth finder. The crowd began to talk amongst themselves, everyone anticipating how this case would finally be settled. Madam Helen returned with the truth finder, and as expected, he had a tight blindfold around his eyes. He was led to the centre of the room and was allowed to stand alone. The truth finder bowed in respect for the important entities present in the room with him. "Greetings Your Highness, I am Fredrick from the eastern part of the empire. My lycan ability is lie detection, and with all due respect, I am at your service"

Specifically. "Stand down," Liam orders his wolves. To Gregor he says, "State your business." Gregor doesn't answer immediately. He looks past the Alphas. Past the warriors. His eyes find me on the porch. Old eyes. Haunted. Full of guilt and something that looks like grief. Then he does something that makes every wolf in the territory freeze. He kneels. Not a crouch. Not a bow. He drops to both knees in the dirt in front of Alpha Marcus. In front of Liam. An Alpha. Kneeling.

He leaned in close and whispered, ‘I’m dead serious about expanding my territory once I win these trials, you hear? Ah! The Darkforest pack has such rich lands and warriors already sharpened by blood. I can’t wait to claim it, Nyra.’ I had scoffed at his cocky attitude back then. It was always our thing pushing each other to give everything we had. ‘Bold of you to think I’d just hand over what’s already mine. I’m the heir, and the rewards are mine. Good luck trying to take them from me.’

Chapter 98 Theoreon’s POV The border winds howled like angry spirits across the frozen ridges, carrying the sharp scent of pine and distant blood. I stood at the forefront of my warriors, my massive frame rigid as I stared down the ragged band of rogues attempting to breach our northern territory. These filth had grown bolder in recent weeks, testing the strength of the Lycan King’s borders while I was distracted by chaos within my own palace. My wolf paced with lethal impatience beneath my skin, eager to spill blood and vent the frustration that had been building since the night of the assassination attempt on Bella.

24 YEARS LATER. Gwenn Pov “I want to run a sword through you so badly that the feeling is visceral. After all these years together I cannot believe you still are a bigoted two timing jerk.” I yelled as I stormed into the throne room, Arius behind me. “I am Yama, I cannot be seen as the fool being controlled by the Alal. It would undermine my ruling…” Arius tried explaining but he just made me even more furious than usual. “Your ruling… I am right and the whole kingdom is aware of that, the forgotten world should not be explored.”

“His image,” Vera finally said. “And his vices.” Now they were getting somewhere. Isaac tilted his head, keeping his voice light and breezy as he murmured, “Vices? What kind of vices?” Vera glanced toward the palace, as if worried they might be overheard. “He pretends to be so proper, so traditional,” she said, lowering her voice. “But there’s this Lycan liquor he loves—Blue Moon Spirit. It was banned from export to the Werewolf kingdom during the trade disputes a few years ago.”

The Northern Territory was exactly as I remembered it—and yet, it felt like a grave. As my private jet descended toward the private airstrip, the jagged, snow-capped peaks of the Lycan Mountains rose up to meet us. This air used to taste like home; now, it just tasted like unfinished business. I adjusted the scent-masking patch behind Luna’s ear, making sure the adhesive was perfect. "Remember," I whispered, my voice tight. "To them, we are just humans. Expensive, powerful humans. Don't let your eyes flash, and don't let your scents out. If you do, we leave immediately. Understood?"

"Elder Alpha?" Hector froze as he encountered Gregor, who was in a hurry. "Hurry, tell Andrick we have a meeting now!" Gregor then hurried off towards his office. Just moments ago, he was about to head home from the town hall meeting when he stumbled upon two elderly members of the Lunarclaw pack. He overheard that Alexander had apparently convinced the Luminar to collaborate with them, in exchange for allowing the latter to establish her own pack. The problem for Gregor was, if this pushed through, what would happen to his plan?

“You are certain it was Thunder Whiteland who attempted to dose your drink?” I straightened, willing my voice not to shake. “I am certain. I saw his face.” Gregor shifted beside me, arms crossed tight, his shoulders a wall of protection. He didn’t like me answering questions. He wanted to answer for me. Typical alpha nonsense. Lord Caldus noticed. His gaze slid to Gregor, cool and assessing. “And you, Alpha. You swear under oath you acted only in defense of the princess-to-be?” “I swear,” Gregor said. His voice was iron.