Spurned Luna’s Return: On Your Knees, Alpha Chase

Frixten Country, Caltrizo forest.

Under a large, dead and tall oak tree.

Glinda had already been bathed in refined water by another female crow, Narfi’s subordinate- a tall, pale-skinned young woman, 2 years older than Glinda, possessing ink-black short hair, and deep blue eyes. The deceased female’s been clad in a long-sleeved ankle-length grey gown adorned with various precious stones and embroidered with fine black and golden threads.

Narfi himself also put on her ears golden crow earrings, a black tiara that had 5 rubies on her head, and a replica of her favourite golden necklace around her neck.

He put his sister gently in a black metal casket that had intricate foxgloves engraved all around it in a mahogany colour. Then he planted a peck on her forehead before speaking in a low tone, “Little sister, rest assured, you still look very beautiful. I helped you apply makeup too and even oiled you with your favourite perfume. I swear to bring the couple’s heads to you,” he closed the casket gently and reluctantly until he could no longer see her.

“I really wish I was there earlier. Maybe…. maybe you wouldn’t have died,” Narfi’s body trembled at this thought, and he lost the strength to stand as his knees gave.

“Master…” the female subordinate called out softly.

He shook his head, “It’s okay.”

Pushing himself, he rose again and levitated. Then he used his wind powers to gently put the casket into the 7 feet hole that he’d had his subordinate dig out earlier.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He slit his right wrist with a small red knife and let the blood drop onto the lid of the casket for some minutes. He only stopped when he had difficulty maintaining his stability in the air.

He then used his powers to move the dug-out earth into the hole until it finally formed a heap. Ultimately, he put four grey daggers in the heap and stared at the grave for 5 minutes in silence with his subordinate.

His wrist had already healed but his face looked pale, and he found it hard to breathe.

“Master, are you alright?” his edgy subordinate asked when she witnessed his knees give out again.

He signalled for her not to move from her spot, “I’m fine.” he took out an unknown ombre bottle, twisted the lid and threw the lid away before downing its content in one go.

His rosy complexion soon returned, “But I’ll be even better when that couple is obliterated from the earth’s surface,” he rose again and angrily walked towards the table that Savage Lord has purposely left behind to spite him.

“It’s time for Plan B!” he declared after reducing that table into bits with several slashes of his long red sword that he’d taken out of his spatial ring.

‘Savage lord, I don’t care what happens to me but you and your mate are going down.’ he pledged in his heart. He then put the sword back in his ring.

Looking towards his underling, he said: “Let’s go,”

Nodding with a serious expression, she replied, “Yes, master!”

Both transformed into big black crows, with Narfi in the lead as they flew away towards the North with a speed the naked eye cannot catch up with.

…

At the contest’s venue…

Zehelina was dumbfounded at the Alpha King’s announcement regarding her.

She was unconscious for a time and returned here only to be declared Alpha King. What the hell is going on? She didn’t see that vicious Hillian anywhere. Where did he go? Wasn’t he supposed to be the one crowned? The title of Alpha King as the champion of the event isn’t something any pack will give up after working so hard for it. None of the Storm Riders were present in the venue either. And where was the 2nd-ranked Alpha King?

“Don’t think too much, hun. Just accept your destiny,” she heard Lavana’s words to her through mind link.

Looking towards her friend who was beaming, she nodded and then went down on one knee.

An appointed Lambda female and Epsilon male- both wearing black face veils, matching black cotton tops, and black leather pants- came over, one carrying a golden box with wolf heads engraved all around it and the other carrying a large, plain teal chest. These ones were not in the venue, so Lavana’s command hadn’t affected them earlier.

Alpha Francis patted Zehelina’s head gently and asked her to follow the two towards another special building that was reserved for the winning champion.

Zehelina nodded her agreement and rose to follow the two amidst cheers from the audience. She happily waved towards her excited pack members as she hastily walked.

Alpha Francis then addressed the audience for several more minutes.

…

The two assigned came back with their hands across their chest, followed by several more people dressed in white loin skirts, playing different rarely seen traditional instruments. Behind them were four hefty men wearing animal skin skirts who danced while carrying a magnificent golden palanquin.

Everyone paid attention as the procession stopped before Alpha Francis. The male and female in black uncrossed their hands and went towards the back in sync, heading to the palanquin. They raised the translucent white curtain and the star of the event came out and was assisted to alight by the two. Then Alpha Francis pointed at Zehelina who was now dressed in a sleeveless silver mermaid gown fit for a queen, accentuating her womanly curves and height. There was no jewellery on her nor did she have any footwear on but there was light makeup on her face that helped her maintain her boldface as she stared at the audience smugly with a thin smile. Those making music stopped playing their instruments and knelt with their heads bowed as Zehelina elegantly made her way to the Alpha King.

Before he became part of the audience again, Phoenix had returned the precious liquid to Alpha Francis, so it was now with him. A red pillow was placed on the ground and Zehelina went to her knees on it. He asked her to open her mouth, which she did, and then he poured the contents of the small bottle into her mouth.

She ingested it, not minding the extremely bitter taste, and soon clutched her throat as her eyes changed to that of her wolf’s. She forced herself to swallow it down when it came back up again and covered her mouth tightly so as not to vomit it.

Her body began quavering but she still struggled to stand up, ignoring the discomfort of her backbone snapping several times and rearranging. Her fangs came out and fell off. Soon another two grew out, much longer than before- those belonging to an Alpha wolf. One eye turned red and several black veins appeared on her face down to her back.

After a while, the other eye turned red and she let out a mighty howl- one only done by an Alpha wolf.

Zehelina panted laboriously and tried her utmost to restrain the severe urge to shift. Her efforts were not efficacious as her wolf ultimately took over and her shift started. Her beautiful dress was ripped to shreds as she altered into a big jade black wolf and the incredible thing was that the wolf had a tail.

Lavana looked at Phoenix in askance, “Phoenix, did you do anything to that bottle?”

Her mate shook his head in denial before replying telepathically, “No, honey. I promise I didn’t do anything to it,”

“So is that the effect of the liquid?” she asked in perplexity.

He nodded in affirmation before commencing his explanation, “Yeah. On this day, body parts are allowed to be amputated and if the winner has a body part cut off in the fight, this liquid gives him a new body part. But this liquid doesn’t work for those who are already Alphas coz it will just send them to death. A liquid powerful of raising whatever your wolf rank was straight to Alpha rank is definitely not ordinary.”

She nodded her understanding, “I see! Thank you for saving the pack,” she smiled at him before standing on her toes to kiss his right cheek.

He refused her praise, “My dear, you played a bigger role.”

She shook her head, “No, I didn’t,”

He insisted, “Yes, you did,”

She sighed, “Okay, we both helped,”

He nodded, “Yeah, we did our best. Glad things are falling into place,”

“Um… Do you think I kinda invited trouble since I shifted in front of thousands? You know the plan was to reject that Chase today but certainly not with thousands looking. Nor did I plan to even shift today.”

“Well, he deserved the mortification and all he suffered today. And don’t worry, no one outside this venue knows anything yet and even if they do, I’ll protect you,” he reassured. She nodded and he planted a kiss on her lips.

After suddenly withdrawing his lips from hers, he asked teasingly, “Want more?”

Without thinking, she nodded but also shook her head quickly, causing him to titter. She feigned anger and elbowed him in the stomach.

He winced, “Ow! You want to kill your husband?”

She harrumphed, looking away from him.

He put his hand around her shoulders, drawing her closer to him. “Don’t be mad, I won’t laugh at you again.”

She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him, “You’re sure?”

He answered, “Affirmative. I won’t laugh. Just a pursed smile.”

She shook her head at his words, wearing a defeated sigh.

“I can’t wait for the day we’re pronounced husband and wife,” he remarked.

“Same here, Sullivan. But patience has to be our friend for a while,”

“I know, Isla, I know,” he stroked her hair as they fixed their attention once again on the field.

Zehelina had morphed back to human and everyone could once again see the blurs in certain parts of her body.

A designated short female gave her a long black, cloth which she tied around her chest and Zehelina was led away escorted by two other females. Those kneeling on the field rose again and started playing with even more zeal. Those men who had carried the palanquin earlier smashed it to bits and set fire to it. The ripped gown was also thrown into it to burn. Those playing the instruments began to dance around the fire singing an ancient song in the language only werewolves understood.

Quite a number in the audience were dancing in their seats as they were enjoying the rarely heard music.

…

Minutes later, those making music stopped abruptly and knelt again after hearing two horns being blown. These horns were only seen in a grand event like this.

Everyone looked towards a particular direction and saw two men in makeshift loincloths coming towards the centre of the large field, blowing two mighty black horns in sync. Behind them were two burly men, also on loincloths, carrying something veiled. Reaching where Alpha Francis stood, they knelt and gently put what they were carrying down. One of them quickly took off the black cloth concealing the thing they carried.

After the cloth was taken off, all came to see that it was a golden throne with statues of two hickory-coloured, standing, pissed wolves serving as armrests.

“Boy, that throne is… how do I put it?” Dante excitedly mind linked Zyair.

“It’s something never brought out on the day of a champion’s crowning as Alpha King,” the latter responded.

Dante nodded with a smile, “Yeah, that’s it. Jeez!”