Luxa Gregor The Overlander Novels & Stories

SOFIA The ride back to his house was smooth. I was quiet in his car, afraid to even make a move that was going to irritate him. I did not know anything about lycans. All I did know was either fake or it was mixed with fabricated lies. Lycans were our superiors. The highest in the hierarchy. They were all billionaires and trillionaires who owned all of the businesses in the world. They employ alpha werewolves and give out alpha titles to whomever they see fit.

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.’

A small smile formed on his lips as he moved quickly back deep into the forest and to the Landry’s home. Gregory is a fine soldier himself, he always has been Ezra’s greatest ally, together they led wars and were pivotal to the fall of New Orleans. He was a great strategist and a loyal ally to Ezra’s clan. He has always believed that the Vlads are the clans to rule the world and the whole Immortal family, though Damas’ is an influential Immortal, but the Vlads, for him are superior. He never liked Damas, to him he is narcissistic and would stop at nothing to get what he wants. He knows he is not trustworthy and Fleur’s little affair with that human is the fuel he just needs to break up the b

“We can use her.” Adam frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What about Enora?”, he asked, his tone cautious. Lucas grinned, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk. “I want to make her our pet, you know with a collar and all. I want her to suck my dick whenever and wherever I want her to.”, he said, his voice low and seductive. “We can even fuck her when the male pack members are watching, so that they know that our Luna is just a fuck toy.”

I trusted him, but I did not trust her. "How do you like it here, Luna?" Gregory said. He was a handsome red-haired man with blue eyes, around Lucian's age and brawny. He was an ordinary werewolf alpha, and I wasn't attracted to him. In fact, he gave me the creeps. His eyes said more than he spoke, and I wasn't comfortable with that. "It is amazing," I said, and he nodded. "Where are you from? Because you look more like a southerner," He said, and I smiled at him.

I tell him, stunned at the stark difference. “It’s a long story,” he tells me “This is Tristan ScarClaw,” he introduces the tall and lean werecat standing beside him. A pale-skinned shifter with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Slightly older than Hunji. I greet him feeling a comforting presence surrounding him. “And this is Gregorio,” “Very nice to meet you both,” I greet the bulky bear shifter named Gregorio, his skin tone tanned and his eyes a dark hazel brown. Both men have strange accents, but an accent I could listen to all day.

"Elara stays involved. She's the mother of my heir. End of discussion." But the elders kept pushing, talking about tradition and bloodlines and how a "clean" Luna would strengthen the pack. I sat there listening to them debate me like I wasn't in the room, and another flash hit me mid-sentence from one of them. Me overhearing Silas and his father in this same room months ago, talking about breeding the rogue blood out of future pups. Making sure the heir came out "pure warrior stock." My stomach turned.

The dirty ghoul laughed very hard, before his eyes turned green “Don't worry about it, I will return from the Werewolf Kingdom carrying the head of Alpha Lucian, I will take revenge and make my master proud.” He said while laughing evilly, before moving with steps that shook the entire office, leaving the place before he turned back and said: “Come on, you have to get ready to clear your desk for me.” His smile widened as he said with extreme sarcasm "Farewell, great first commander." As soon as the ogre left the office, a black shadow with a yellow mark appeared on his forehead, flying through the air. It was different from the rest of the shadows serving Aragon.

The bulky men closed the box and took it out just as another two brought up another tall case and set it on the pedestal. I started thinking back to Elder Williams' plan and seeing all the shades in which it would fail. These wolves are rich enough to buy out the entire pack. What use are a few pieces of land to these people? Even worse, we are on an unwritten black list already, thanks to the Circle of Moonlords. I'm beginning to see no point in this outing. This might be another lost cause. I stared at the stage as they opened the new box. In it was a golden chalice of some sort.

Especially Lamia who is taller than the average she-wolf at about five foot ten. “Good see you too King, it’s good to be home.” I take his outstretched hand giving it a firm shake when I remember Gregorio is behind me. “This is Greg, he is from Andora and traveled with me to Cambiador where we left my friend Tristan with Tawny.