Soulless ✔️

Chapter 18

Ezra's p.o.v

Being King and Alpha is bloody difficult and time consuming. I have double of everything, double meetings and double paperwork. I need to watch my own pack and over all werewolves. And no, I'm not giving Alpha up for anything. My brother was supposed to take over this pack before everything happened. I was just supposed to be King, not King and Alpha.

Which brings me to where I currently am, at a meeting. A council meeting to be precise. I hate these meetings. Alpha meetings are better than these, and that says a lot. Alphas are prideful and fight for dominance wherever they go.

"He needs to accept a new Queen soon, whether it's his mate or not. The council has extended his reign for this long but we cannot break the rules any further." Michael says, the oldest member of the council.

"He can't make another wolf a Queen. It has to be his mate. It's not fair towards either of them if it's not his mate. The moon goddess gave us mates for a reason. They are suitable companions." Angelique says.

"This topic has already been handled. I shall only bring a queen to the throne if and when I want to. I'll decide if it's my mate or not." I say, looking straight at Michael.

"Let it be your mate. If you take someone else then it is not fair to you, your mate, the girl or even the girl's mate." Genevieve says.

"Have you even found your mate?" Isaac asks. Isaac is like my second father, my mentor. He was my father's best friend and took me under his wing after everything. He's been there for me every step of the way and helped me through a lot.

"Of course he hasn't. We'd already have a Queen if he did." Michael says.

"You don't know that Michael." Isaac says again, with a slight growl in his voice, and I can tell that he dislikes Michael as well and that his patience is running thin with him.

"It doesn't matter if he did or didn't. He needs a Queen and an heir to the throne." Michael continues.

That's it. I'm the King and no one tells me what to do. No one. I stood up and a growl erupted through me, a dominant and threatening growl.

"Don't. Tell. Me. What. To. Do. Ever." I growl throught gritted teeth at Michael and then walked out of the room before anyone could say anything else. I have authority over all werewolves, even the council. They, especially Michael, CANNOT tell me what to do or how to live my life. It's MY throne, MY mate, MY choice.

I climb into my black sports car with an angry huff and slam the door shut. I take a deep breath to calm down a bit before I rip the steering wheel off. I look in my rear view mirror and see that my eyes are shifting between blue and amber and I can feel Zaire fighting me on control. He feels that Michael disrespected us as King and challenged us as Alpha, but Michael won't be stupid enough to actually do that.

This is as calm as I'm going to get at the moment and I start the car and drive towards home. How dare he tell me to just get a queen and bring an heir to the throne? I've been doing this for 4 years without a queen. I don't need one now.

"You have mate, you need her anyway so just make her your Queen too. Then all of the problems are sorted."

"I know I found her Zaire and after 6 years but I never thought that she'd be a Lycan."

"She hasn't shown any sign of being like the other Lycans. I can feel her wolf Ezra, she's not like them. She's different."

"So you think I should give her a chance?"

"She's our mate. We need to protect her and love her. Just give her a chance. Let her show you that she's different. You were ready to change everything before you knew that she's a Lycan, that's how it should be."