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

On the desolate, tiled road ran two vehicles. Rolandro was driving the first one with Zyair as the front seat passenger while Lavana was alone at the back. The other one was being driven by Dante with Oliver at the front while Phoenix and Mel were seated at the back.

“So you actually never possessed a phone?” Mel asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“No. I’ve never had a need for it,” replied Phoenix with a shrug. The others in the car looked perplexed. How could someone not need a phone in the modern world?

“If I get even a small one for you, won’t you utilise it?” Mel questioned.

“Dunno,” was Lavana’s mate’s unsure response.

“Lavana needs one,” Mel pointed out.

“If it’s to hear her voice when not in the pack, ok. I’ll get nice ones for the two of us when we get back to the pack.” Phoenix said and the others sighed. Seems like this guy doesn’t want a phone nor would he think of using it, if not for his mate.

“So… what are your hobbies?” Phoenix questioned Mel.

The latter replied, “I like dancing, archery practice, spoiling my mate, and cooking. I love training too.”

Phoenix nodded, “Okay. Oliver, Dante, what are yours?”

After a few seconds of silence, Oliver brought himself to answer, “Um… I like eating…”

“How is that a hobby?” Dante questioned mischievously.

“Dan, it doesn’t concern you. I’m listing what I like to do. I’m a good listener…”

“No one asked about your qualities,” Dante interrupted.

Oliver heaved a sigh, “Man, allow me to finish,”

Dante nodded with a casual shrug, “Okay,”

Oliver resumed, “I like adjusting my glasses. I binge-watch movies…”

“What kind?” Dante chipped in unsolicited.

“Dante, do you wanna die?” an irked Oliver asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

“What? I merely asked a question!” Dante shrugged, sporting a face of innocence.

“I watch comedy movies,” Oliver answered.

Dante tittered, “It’s a waste then. You aren’t someone who can crack jokes. I wonder if you even laugh while watching,”

“Dante, what are your hobbies?” Phoenix asked.

“Well, I can’t cook…”

“No one asked you to list your weaknesses.” Oliver pointed out as he cut Dante off.

Ignoring him, Dante resumed, “I like spoiling my mate…”

“Don’t copy what others said,” Oliver interrupted.

“I like to sing…”

Oliver scoffed, “With that frog voice of yours? I’m starting to feel sorry for your wife. She puts up with so much,”

“I’ll prove it,” Dante said resolutely.

“So far no one demonstrated their hobby. Don’t ruin our earbuds,” Oliver teased.

“Guys, stop acting like children,” Mel reamed.

“Everyone remains a child to their parents,” said Dante.

“And children don’t hold grudges for so long. Just consider it as us annoying each other,” said Oliver.

“You two are Tom and Jerry. I wonder whose idea it was to put you both together,” Mel said in exasperation.

“Your idea,” the two men replied in unison.

Phoenix shook his head with a small smile.”No one is against me listing out my hobbies, right?”

“Nope,” the three men chorused.

“Okay. I don’t have many hobbies, to begin with. After meeting my mate, wanting to pamper her and make her pleased became one of the things I enjoy. Before then, I enjoyed training and torturing.”

“Eh?” the three men exclaimed in disbelief at his last word. Did he just say ‘Torturing’? Or maybe they heard wrong?

“Don’t be afraid. I’m a changed man now that I’ve met Lavana. As long as no one deeply offends me or intends to hurt my mate, I’m cool with them.” Phoenix replied.

“Oh. Those you tortured…” Mel didn’t finish his sentence as Lavana’s mate was already responding, understanding what he meant to say.

“Quite a lot turned out to be fragile beneath their ferocious and seemingly tenacious exterior,” Phoenix replied.

“So they…” Mel still didn’t finish.

“Many survived, but, they’ll never remain the same,” Phoenix divulged.

Mel decided to change the topic. The atmosphere was getting a little depressing.

“So um… How did you…” Mel’s words were abruptly interrupted as Phoenix told him to be quiet with his index finger on his own lips.

Mel furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what was amiss.

“Stop the vehicles,” he mind linked both drivers and they halted, parking at the shoulder of the road and turning off the engine.

“What is it?” a confused Rolandro asked Phoenix in mind link from the other jeep.

“Danger! Get out of the vehicles now!” Phoenix warned the others through mind link.

Without raising any questions, they all alighted the vehicles and stood on the opposite of the road with Phoenix. No sooner than they did that, the vehicles split in two and further into smaller bits after two large cardinal red balls of magical energy struck them, even creating a big hole in the road. The astounded six looked at Phoenix with wide eyes.

“How did you sense that?” Zyair asked, still having not registered what happened fully.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“It’s just my instinct,” Phoenix replied with a scowl as he looked around.

“This can only be done by a wiz blood. What did we do? Why is one after us?” Rolandro questioned. Was it because of Lavana being Olmpha? But how did word get out so quickly? And non-wolf blood wasn’t permitted to be near the event, so just how?

The bewildered Rolandro had no time to contemplate further as a tall, richly-dressed, spruce-haired woman materialised not too far from them.

“Gosh! It’s indeed a witch!” Dante exclaimed. “Hey, old hag, what do you want from us?” he spat.

“Do you assume I’m an old lady who used some beauty spell to hide my wrinkles?” the woman chuckled in amusement, “You guys shouldn’t worry. I’m not here to make trouble. I’m just here to say ‘Hello’ to that Olmpha behind you,” she revealed with a smile that didn’t assure one at all.

“We’re not letting you get close to her.” Oliver spat.

“Stinky wolves, you should understand that you’re not even enough for me to kill with one energy blast. There is an Alpha wolf among you, but that means nothing to me. Little girl, what do you say? You wanna have fun with me?” the woman asked.

Lavana walked in front of Dante, wearing a frown, “Who are you? And why are you after me?”

“Quite feisty, huh?” the woman slowly turned around, ” Someone I’m protecting was hurt by you. I clearly can’t let you leave without taking a hit or two from me. Are you touched my dear?”

“Of course. I’m touched that you’re someone volunteering to enter through the gates of hell faster by my hands!” Lavana spat.

The woman turned to look at Lavana and scanned her from head to toe, “You’re quite the looker. A pity you offended the wrong person and don’t even know how to kneel. Forget that you’re some werewolf sovereign. Before me, you’re nothing more than a plaything.” the woman spat, taking her huge black sceptre that had several red vines twisted around a big painite gem at its tip, which glowed and gave the others an eerie feeling.

“Now, how many parts would you want me to divide you into?” she asked, walking towards Lavana with a conceited face.

“None! I like breaking limbs, but for you, I can just make you a cripple before your death,” Lavana spat, her hands creating huge fireballs, stunning the other pack members. Her mate knew she had fire powers, but had never really seen it.

“So you are of royal Olmpha lineage. Quite interesting,” the woman chuckled before levitating.

Lavana’s feet also left the ground which internally startled the woman. According to ancient records, Olmphas are incapable of flying. Were her eyes playing tricks on her?

“I’ve wanted a worthy opponent and you deliver yourself to me. Yes, I lack battle experience. Kindly do your best in teaching me, ok?” Lavana smiled as her eyes turned a glowing pearl river grey.

“Still arrogant!” the woman spat before rushing at Lavana with speed. Lavana also did the same with her fireballs growing bigger.