Lycan King

Alaric

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Original story, by Jessica shead.

I was sitting in my favorite chair in my room. It was soft, dark red and familiar, most things would feel that way if you had had them for over a  thousand years. The clouds were dark  and coming over fast, I was enjoying my whiskey, loving the burn as it went down my throat looking out of the window on to my kingdom,
This had become apart of my routine for the last 50 years.

I was over a thousand years old, and the world had changed quite a bit in those years, though they seemed to blend together after time. I wasn't human, I was what you call a lycanthrope or lycan for short. Lycans were stronger, faster and smarter than the average werewolf. Silver doesn't effect us either, and we can only be killed by beheading. But luckily for us that doesn't happen very often

This castle and kingdom I ruled over had been under my families reign for five thousand years. My father stepped down as king and handed the throne to me, he wanted to enjoy his immortality with my mother. They had been through quite a lot.

I happily accepted thinking I would be able to rule it with my mate. I use to imagine what the feel of her skin would feel like, taste like,
But unfortunately I am yet to find her.  Lycans are suppose to find their mate anytime after their 18th birthday. I watched everyone around me find their mates. I came to the realisation that the moon goddess did not grant me one, for whatever reason.
It had been 982 years walking this earth alone, searching, waiting for my mate, my one true love, and nothing. I've given up hope now and because of it I've grown angry, unpredictable and lonley.

I have had woman pleasure me, but nothing beats the real thing, so I'm told. I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs towards my room and by the scent I could smell was obviously my beta, Henry. Henry and I are the same age and grew up together, our parents being very close since his father was my father's beta.

Henry had met his mate when he was 20, Annie was her name. She was very sweet at times but also had a feisty side which kept my friend on his toes.

May I enter?
He mind linked me.

Yes. I replied.
He entered my chamber and sat in the chair in front of my dark wooden desk.

"Sitting in the dark again old friend?'

"Fuck off Henry'. I gritted out, downing the last of my 5th whiskey.

"We have a problem, there are rogue werewolves making their way through all packs this side of the country, collecting females." Henry said with a frown.

Fucking rogues, they angered me. Most knew and stuck to the laws but one particular pack had been tearing through the country for a while now, causing destruction everywhere they went.

"Where are they now?" I asked.

"They are quite close to our border, just went through the golden moon pack, our scouts say there isn't more than 20 of them."

"They must have recruited more in the last month. We need to deal with them sooner rather than later. Send a message to Lukas, see if he  needs any help I'm sure he would appreciate it. " I said.

"We have the numbers, Alaric were the biggest pack in the country, I don't understand why are doing this." Henry replied.

"Probably to grow their pack but it doesn't matter I want them gone, I want them wiped clean of this earth!".
I growled.

My anger had a tendency of getting out of hand, quickly.

"We will, we outnumber them, and we are lycans, they don't stand a chance." Henry said with such confidence.

"I'll call a meeting with our warriors, tonight. We need a strategy, and although we outnumber them we still need a plan of attack."

As I was about to reply to Henry, my exceptional hearing caught the sound of my men running towards my chamber. I stood as they barged in.

"What is the meaning of this warriors?". I growled at them.

"Lord, we have troubling news, one of the scouts was found, beheaded on our border with a message written in his blood on the tree beside his body."
One warrior said, breathless.

"Get the warriors together, we head out in ten minutes". I yelled.

I quickly got up and headed to the weapons room, my warriors were standing at attention, ready  for orders.

"We all know of the problems with this rogue pack, but tonight we are just investigating, be on guard, alert and ready to attack if necessary. WE HEAD OUT NOW!". roared.

We shifted into our lycans, being ready for whatever we found. As we approached the border I could smell the blood. Travis was his name, he was 17 years old, not even lived a life yet, nor had he been able to find his mate. Such a waste, it angered me to loose anyone but a kid, it angered me more.

I had warriors be on the look out as me and my trusted circle moved closer to investigate the area. I could smell their stench as it lead off to the east, thankfully my kingdom was to the south.
Their message written in blood said, SOON..
Maybe this was them letting me know they were close, maybe planning on an attack sometime soon. I knelt down and looked at the footprints embedded in the dirt and grass, they had been in their wolf forms.

I rose from the ground and turned to my trusted few. "Send out some scouts around the area, I think they might have set up camp close by. Return once you've found it and we'll attack while they sleep." I ordered.

We waited half an hour and the scouts came back, informing us that they had come across the camp. They were few in numbers which meant they must have a base somewhere close but not too close.

We waiting for the early hours of the morning and then circled  the camp, laying in wait. The wind wafted their stench but also the smell of 3 females. Two being werewolves and one human. We couldn't see the females which meant they had them in the only tent that was there.

The time had come, I mind linked my warriors to attack. We shifted into our lycans and ascended on the rogue pack. We had chosen the right time they were all taken by surprise. They didn't even stand a chance,  we ripped them to shreds one by one they fell.

Red blood stained the ground and body parts lay scattered. Two of my warriors came to me and informed me that they had found the females.

As we approached the tent I could smell something Devine through the thick stench of rogue and blood. I couldn't smell it before because their smell is more intense when alive. But now I could faintly smell it, it smelled of lillies and honey.

The warriors brought the two werewolves out, they were in clothes ripped and torn, stained with blood and dirt. They thanked us as they were seated under a tree and looked over.

As the last girl was brought out the smell got stronger, invading my nostrils and almost making me dizzy. My warrior Gregory, came out holding her bridal style, looking down at her. I felt jealousy, I didn't want him holding her. Her hair covered her face and she was just wearing a bra and panties, i wanted to cover her up, so noones eyes but mine could see. Where was this coming from? She was covered in bruises and cuts, almost nothing to worry about but she had two large lacerations on her arm and stomach and she was unconscious.

I moved towards them and moved the hair out of her face. I looked at her and my heart started to race, my skin tingled as it came into contact with hers. Was she it, was this the mating pull I had heard about all my life?

My mind was going crazy, I had to see her eyes, that was the only way I would know for sure, when you look into the eyes of your mate it's like everything comes together. Everything makes sense.

And just as I was thinking that she opened her eyes slowly, revealing the most beautiful shade of green I had ever seen, and the universe stopped, Colours just seemed to burst to life, my heart stopped and started again, as if I was dead and now alive. She was my mate, I had finally, after 982 years found my mate!!

As I went to speak, she did it for me, whispering, "mate". Then closing her eyes again.