*:°• Cleo's Lycan •°:*

Chapter 2 •°:*

Bellamy

"What time do you have class tomorrow? Nolen and Zander want to go hunting for dinner tomorrow," Bellamy's beta leaned on the edge of the door frame waiting for his friend's response. It's been storming the past few days so the group decided to wait until it finally ended, the kill is always better when the weather's nice.

Bellamy just got home from training with his father and was now only in sweatpants ready for a shower. The session was intense like it has been the past few weeks, the idea of a hunt and spending time with the guys seemed relaxing.

"Just an afternoon class I think three to five, we can do the hunt in the morning before lunch and prepare it later," Daron gave him a quick nod and left Bellamy to himself once again.

College is becoming more of an issue than he thought. After he finished pack schooling his father demanded he attends a new government-issued class at a human college in order to gain information on new human developments against the seven realms. But to blend in with the weak idiots, Bellamy had to attend other 'human' classes. 

It's not like I have everything else to handle, he originally told himself. The Alpha King title is his but not officially, his father claims Bellamy must wait a little while longer. However, everyone knows the former King doesn't want to lose his power.

Bellamy has to complete all the Alpha duties but can't represent the werewolf realm which angers his lycan to no end. His father, King Hanlon is a direct descendant of the lycanthrope which makes his family the most powerful of its kind. Unfortunately, that means the King is ruthless, headstrong, and very traditional. He trained his firstborn son to be even better than himself, strong, powerful, callous, and cold-hearted. There's no room to love unless it's time to produce heirs for the throne, only then will love and compassion be shown to the one destined as your other half.

The King's daughter never received much love or attention from her father and at times even Bellamy. The queen was the only person Princess Farah had to love her wholeheartedly.

Bellamy, I want you in the cell block in two minutes. We have rogues to torture. His father's loud voice echoed through his mind making Bellamy growl and slam his fists on the desk in front of him. He's tired of his dumbass father bossing him around all the time. He was the King now and was going to make sure his father knew very soon.

Storming out of his room fists clenched tight, Bellamy made his way out of the west wing of the castle. Maids shook in fear bowing as he passed guards doing the same but without fear, instead, respect and honor.

The giant French doors were opened for him once he exited the foyer. The hot, steamy night air smacked him in the face only worsening his temper as he strode to the woods and stripped the rest of his clothes. Bellamy shifted into his massive brown wolf and hurdled through the dark forest atop the mountains.

These damn rogues are going to wish they were never born once he was done with them.

It only took minutes before he arrived at the poorly lit dungeon area and shifted back to his human form putting on his sweatpants again. Enzo, his beast, was at the surface and could already feel the pain and fear rolling from the building.

Bellamy slammed open the doors and growled at the stench that blew past him. It smelled of death and weakness the further he walked, this seemed to excite his beast knowing there will be a kill tonight.

His eyes became a dark shade of green as he settled in front of his father and two beaten-up mutts.

"Tonight you will take pleasure in making them suffer," the King tossed both the bodies to the ground in front of Bellamy's feet. "Tonight you will make them feel the worst pain they've ever experienced," King Hanlon circled around his son taunting him with joy. Don't be an embarrassment and slaughter them, boy.