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Chapter 2

  • CAESAR
  • 7 YEARS LATER
  • "Caesar, it's time. Let's go, or we'll be late for the Alpha Fist," I heard a voice snap me out of my thoughts. I turned in its direction.
  • Alpha Mordax, from the Eclipse Pack, has been my good friend for many years. He is a formidable lycan with long black hair resting over his broad shoulders. The mere sight of him would give anyone such an impression.
  • "Of course," I replied, as we made our way towards our horses.
  • The long-awaited moment had finally arrived. The Lycan king had summoned all young Alphas between the ages of 18 and 20 from the kingdom to his throne, preparing for the Alpha fist. The ultimate battle to determine the next Lycan king and the future mate to his daughter, Princess Esmeray.
  • Mordax and I had undergone grueling training in preparation for this crucial moment.
  • "Chaaa!" We echoed in unison as we charged forward on our horses, aiming straight for the throne of the Lycan king.
  • ___________
  • AT THE KING'S CHAMBERS
  • The ground in the chambers trembled uncontrollably with each step, as if an earthquake was attacking the kingdom. Mordax and I had just arrived at the Lycan king's chambers when the sound of echoing footsteps reached our ears, coming from the entrance we had charged through moments ago.
  • I signaled to Mordax, and we swiftly guided our horses out of harm's way.
  • It was a gigantic 14-foot-tall mammoth charging forward with its sharp tusks. And on its back was Alpha Titus, the son of the current Lycan Chief warrior, from the Lycan Blood Pack.
  • Our eyes locked as he charged into the chamber, and I stared back at him with a devilish gaze.
  • Cold shivers filled the air as Titus brought the growling beast to a halt amidst all the young Alphas present. Everyone knew him and his arrogant attitude.
  • Titus had always looked down on everyone with his proud shoulders after his father took the position of the new Lycan Chief Warrior of the kingdom just three days after my father's death.
  • For my part, I thought it was too sudden for the king to replace my father that quickly without giving him some honorable remembrance.
  • Although the Lycan king had set aside a day each year in remembrance of my father, the late Lycan Chief Warrior, I wasn't satisfied.
  • "We are finally here," Mordax exclaimed in excitement as we dismounted from our horses.
  • "There are strong fighters here," Zion, my wolf, spoke to me in my head.
  • I sniffed the atmosphere with my supernatural smelling abilities, and I could smell dominant auras all around.
  • "There should be more than 200 Alphas here. I can smell their yearning for the battle to begin. This should be fun; it's been a long time since I felt this excited!" Mordax said with a wicked grin on his lips, closing the distance between us.
  • I stared at Mordax and witnessed passion blazing from his pale grey eyes and dark smile. Mordax was an incredibly strong fighter and a lover of chaos; he took pleasure in dominating the strongest creature in his presence and had been keeping an eye on Titus for a while now.
  • Why am I friends with such an insane person? There's only one reason: the strong recognizes the strong.
  • I left Mordax for a moment and ventured deeper into the Lycan king's chambers to familiarize myself with the surroundings.
  • Two bearded beasts, their eyes absent, gripped huge axes and were clad in armor. They guarded the entrance to the hallway. They had already sensed my presence and knew I was heading in that direction, so they parted their axes, allowing me to pass through.
  • I walked in with my subiculum, and amidst the dozens of alphas, the first one I spotted was Titus, intimidating a few alphas.
  • "You wretch! How dare you touch my subiculum with your wretched and unworthy hands?"
  • I noticed Titus stepping on a weaker Alpha in the hallway, who begged for his life.
  • Titus could easily be called "the Alpha bully." He was a strong and arrogant fool, known for his bullying ways in the Lycan Kingdom. However, Zion, my wolf, informed me that he was nowhere near the strength and combat skills of the majority of Alphas in this hall.
  • As I ventured deeper into the hall, our eyes met, and I saw him strutting in my direction with arrogance evident in his eyes.
  • For many years now, Titus knew I disliked him and looked down on him, but he always tried to prove otherwise, that he was capable of defeating me.
  • "Well, well, well... If it isn't the wretched orphan. You should know you have no place here," he growled at me like an empty alpha.
  • "Get behind me, Titus; I'll end you!" I grinned at him, and the moon goddess knows I won't show him any mercy.
  • He raised an eyebrow, displaying shock at my words piercing through his ears and the other Alphas around us. I'm certain he wouldn't have taken such humiliation lightly and would have retaliated if the Lycan King had not appeared before everyone in the chambers.
  • He was fortunate this time.
  • As soon as the king, Alpha Rufus of the Silverstone Pack, was spotted, everyone assumed orderliness, and the chamber became decorous.
  • Titus snorted as he passed me, and the entire hall turned to face the king.
  • Dressed in a dark red robe with the face of a roaring werewolf on the back, he stood before the crowd of young Alphas.
  • "He is very strong! I can sense that his physical abilities are formidable enough to take down 200 average Alphas at once," Zion said, while at the same time, the crowd emitted an aura of fear for the figure standing before them.
  • His facial expressions appeared calm, like that of a gentle alpha with golden-colored eyes, but from the neck down, his physique was extraordinary.
  • ********
  • THE KING'S SPEECH
  • "I can sense that you all hold strong aggression against one another even before the battle has yet to begin. Nurture it, harness it, and unleash it on the battlefield of the Alpha fist, for only the last Lycan standing victorious at the end of this vigorous battle shall be crowned the next Lycan King and the Mate to my lovely daughter, Esmeray, as ordained by the Moon Goddess," he said with confidence.
  • Then, I spotted a lady appearing before the Lycan King, dressed in a snow-white ball gown with marbles carefully placed to give her an air of royalty within the entire chamber.
  • She extended her right hand, adorned with sparkling wrist jewels and a simple yet elegant gemstone ring on her middle finger, towards the Lycan King, and he took her hand, bringing her forward.
  • The Lycan King gently curled her straight, long red hair with the tips of his fingers as she stood before him.
  • I noticed her sweeping gaze as she observed the crowd of Alphas who filled the chambers, her pale blue marble eyes exuding charm.
  • Her presence uplifted the once tense atmosphere, and I found myself fascinated by it.
  • "Everyone, meet my daughter, Esmeray," the king joyfully announced.
  • "I will win this battle for you, my mate!" an Alpha yelled from the crowd, his fist raised high.
  • "No, I will!" another yelled from a different direction. Soon enough, the majority of the Alphas joined in and echoed the same words to the princess, while she stood there with an angelic little smile.
  • "No! No! No!" echoed Zion in my head while growling.
  • "What is it?"
  • I didn't get a response, only more growling.
  • "We are on a battlefield, Zion. You can't leave me uninformed."
  • "Mate!" echoed Zion, but in a disgusted tone.
  • "Who?"
  • "The princess!" Zion said again, in an annoying tone as if he were disappointed.
  • "That's impossible!"
  • Princess Esmeray, my fated mate? Is this supposed to be a fairytale dream? I asked myself in confusion as I stared back at her smile, which lit up the chamber.
  • "We can't let her ruin our plans," interrupted Zion, as if he also knew what I was thinking.
  • Zion and I had been looking forward to this day for the past 7 years to avenge our father's death, and the appearance of our mate was the last thing we needed—a distraction.
  • Everything is all wrong. My father was brutally killed. The Moon Goddess revealed Princess Esmeray as my fated mate right before the beginning of the Battle of Alphas.
  • For centuries, it has been ordained by the Moon Goddess that the fated mate to each princess of the Lycan kingdom is the Alpha who had already won the Battle of the Alphas.
  • Just when the Alpha fist battle is about to begin, I am already mated to Princess Esmeray. She is a distraction in my aim of vengeance and nothing more.
  • I am not interested in this mate nonsense. The Moon Goddess or these clueless Alphas can keep her for themselves, for all I care.
  • "Of course. I never wanted a mate," I said as I tightened my fist. "My aim here is to get revenge for my late father's death. She won't be a problem for us. Maybe..."