Royal slave mate

Episode 3 : Rebel Prince

Centuries ago, before the Lycans took over Rivendell, it was a small city that was often oppressed by its counterpart towns.

The human taxpayers made a fortune out of the people living in Rivendell and eventually sold the town off to the Lycans for a huge sum.

Its climate and land resources were very suitable for the Lycans to inhabit. This caused different Lycan Clans to clash and thereby resulted in a war, to beat the town.

King Isolde's ancestors were one of the strongest Lycans, because they were also of royal blood, and they were called the ‘Crimson Pack’.

They won the war and migrated to Rivendell, but that didn’t come without a price. While some Clans became their allies and migrated with them, they made enemies with other Clans, which they now call their ‘rivals’.

Some of the Rival clans retained their old habitat, while some migrated to new cities.

For over 500 years, the consecutive Alpha kings have been able to keep the peace in Rivendell, protecting both humans and the Lycans from their rivals.

It was no different for the current Alpha king - King Ares Isolde.

Tension increased between the King and the Lycan lords as they recently received a threat letter from King Skol Amarok, leader of the ‘Bane pack’, their biggest rival clan, which had been their enemy for over 500 years.

After they lost the war on Rivendell to the Crimson pack, their clan took over a city called ‘Baskwood’ located at the northern border.

Just like King Ares, King Skol was also an Alpha, because his ancestors were of royal blood. He was also strong but ruthless.

He also enslaved the humans in his city, but he treated them miserably. They were tortured.

It was a sore sight, but King Ares knew better than to interfere. It wasn’t in his power.

King Skol over the years had threatened war on Rivendell, but this time, he was even more powerful and dangerous.

He built a larger army by intentionally making the Lycans mate with humans to produce half-breeds of Lycans, which he all trained for war at his disposal.

After receiving his recent letter, King Ares feared that Rivendell might be going to war soon.

All the Lycan lords and royals had their hands on deck, well all except one.

“You are late!” King Isolde thundered as Prince Ronan walked lazily into the royal court.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” The prince rolled his eyes as he muttered a grumble.

The king sighed and rubbed his temple in frustration,

“What is this I hear about you getting a new slave, Ronan?”

News traveled fast in the palace. The Prince wasn’t surprised that his father had learned of it already.

He shrugged in response, “I got bored, I guess.”

“You got bored?” The king scrunched his face in disbelief.

“Listen here, Ronan, the last thing Rivendell needs is a new scandal about your slave. "There are many more pressing matters at hand. He added,

“Like our enemies?” Prince Ronan dramatically rolled his eyes.

“Ronan!” The king slammed the court table in anger, making the whole atmosphere tense.

The eyes of the other Lycan lords were all on Prince Ronan now.

King Ares was a very calm and collected man, his emotions were always in check, and he barely threw an angry fit, but Prince Ronan always seemed to trigger that side of him.

The prince pulled his chair backward as he got up,

“What do you need me for anyway?” He scoffed and stormed out into the hall, ignoring the king calling out to him.

It was no secret that the king and crowned prince had a very terrible father-son relationship.

“You know, he was right about your slave. "This isn’t the time for it, Ronan.” A calmer voice spoke across the hall, walking up to the Prince.

“Of course, just what I needed. "A lecture from my big brother,” Prince Ronan commented sarcastically.

It was his half-brother, Prince Olcan.

Prince Olcan was the first son of the Alpha King, but he wasn’t a pure breed.

Before King Ares married the queen, he had an affair with a woman. She was a Lycan, but was of low rank.

When he found out she was pregnant, he accepted his son, but not her, because he knew, as a royal, he also needed to marry a royal to become his Luna, thus his marriage to the queen.

However, he loved Prince Olcan so much, but unfortunately, he knew the child could never be the legitimate crowned Prince. Only a pure breed could be crowned heir, the next Alpha King - hence Prince Ronan.

The king loved Ronan, but the love he had for Olcan was unmatchable and, unfortunately, Ronan was aware of this; thus he became rebellious, just to get his father's attention, but this only worsened their relationship.

He hated being the crowned Prince because he knew if it was left to his father and not tradition, the King would have preferred for Olcan to be the heir instead.

Prince Ronan couldn't care less about being the heir. All he sought was his father’s attention, his love, but as he got older, it became obvious to him that Olcan was the dearest to their father’s heart.

As a result, he built up a cold exterior, to serve as a defense, because he hated looking weak.

He became extremely rebellious.

“What do you plan to do with her this time?”

Prince Olcan pressed him further about the slave matter.

He scoffed, “Why don’t you stay out of my business instead? ""I’m sure they need you there,” he nodded towards the Royal court, then walked off, heading towards the only place that gives him Solace - his Observatory.

The Prince loved astrology, he loved science as a whole.

Of course, most people didn’t know this. Most of the people in Rivendell, humans, and Lycans, barely knew him, except for the reputation he built for himself as ‘the Rebel Prince’.

He sighed as he lit up his cigar, plopped on the sofa, and stared at the sky through the glass ceilings.

He had no clue why he got a new slave, just like he had always done before.

At first, he started his habit of changing slaves anyhow, to piss off his father, then he realized the dangerous reputation it gave him. The people feared him. They thought he was ruthless because the slaves he picked hardly stayed up to six months. They rumored that he fed off them and eventually killed them.

The rumors always amused him, so he maintained the reputation.

Except he didn’t kill the slaves. He hardly hurt them, but he made sure to frighten them. He loved it when they quaked with fear, and when he got tired of them, he gave them away for free to work as slaves in a middle-ranking Lycan household. The ones that weren’t as rich as the Lycan lords had to afford a well-trained slave.

He also saw to it that the slaves were well treated, but in return, he made sure they spread horrible rumors about him, so that way, he would remain feared by the people and a menace to his father.

He knew the truth about what he was doing with the slaves, and would eventually piss off his father when he realized. He couldn’t help but relish in the joy.

Prince Ronan found it fun to be feared by his slaves, but he couldn’t deny that it was beginning to get boring.

They all had the same reaction, as if they were all wired to act in a particular way. He knew that was how they were trained though, but he needed spontaneity, a challenge.

The last slave he had barely lasted two months before he gave her away.

Two days ago, when the auction started, he made up his mind to get a new slave again. Hopefully, this time he could find what he was looking for, and it seems he just did.

When the girl, Emily, was brought up to the stage and asked to lift her veil, her bright green eyes shone so bright, it was hard not to get lost in them.

He studied her. She had fear in her, just like the rest, but what he noticed differently was that she had a lot of curiosity. Behind the fear in those green eyes was bravery. She had a certain spark, just the one he was looking for.

And when he touched her earlier, he was more convinced. The gasp she gave. She was responsive, just like any other human, of course, but the difference is, his past slaves did all their possible best to withhold any reaction. They were so intimidated, which made it easier for them to break; but not this one. He had a feeling she was going to be a handful, which is why he was amused.

He didn’t care about the money he spent, especially when he knew what a time he was about to have, taming her.

His cheeks involuntarily stretched into a smirk.

The bitter truth Prince Ronan refused to admit to himself; why he loved being intimidating, being feared, why he tried so hard to be perceived as dangerous, was because he was LONELY and not just him, his wolf.

All Lycans had mates. When they came of age, their wolf sought to mate with another wolf. This was very important. The bond a wolf has with its mate is the strongest ever. It also helps the Lycans to become stronger, their senses and powers become heightened.

For an Alpha, the king, it was even more important. His mate becomes the Luna, the queen of the clan. Her powers are twice as powerful as a normal female Lycan. Thus, because of the bond, she automatically makes the Alpha king stronger.

(Only royal blood can be an Alpha or Luna)

For Lycans, the ideal age for their wolf to find its mate is sixteen years, but in his twenty-one years of living, Prince Ronan hadn’t found his.

His wolf was in pain, in need. He pretended like he was okay, but deep down, he was very lonely.

He squished his cigar angrily with his foot as the thoughts flooded his mind again.

“To hell with a mate,” he hissed.

A knock distracted him from his thoughts. It was the Royal guard delivering a letter to him.

“From the Alpha king, sire,” the guard curtseyed as he handed the letter to him.

He collected the letter and dismissed it with a wave of his hands.

He opened it and let out a frustrated sigh as he read the contents.

His parents, the King and Queen, had requested to meet with his slave.

“Great,” he grumbled.

He thought about ignoring the request, but his father was a stubborn man. He wouldn’t relent until he got what he wanted.

What do they want with his slave anyway?