Mated to More Than a Myth

Chapter 2

Present day:

In Wolf Kingdoms council room-

“Oh! Right there! f**k me harder! I can take it! Please!” Alyssa screamed as Alarick gripped her narrow hips and roughly f****d the shewolf. He wasn’t even sure why he bothered bedding these women anymore. They were too skinny, greedy, selfish, boring and they all smelled like too much perfume and cosmetics. This particular she wolf he was balls deep in was no better. She was one of his councilmen’s daughters that couldn’t find her mate. Alarick was pretty sure her mate just didn’t want to be found, judging by how big of a slut she was.

Honestly, he had no intention of bedding the box-blonde, spray-tanned Barbie knock off. But after another council meeting about increased Rogue activity and bickering packs he figured “What the Hell…” Now here he was bored out of his mind with a she wolf bent over her father's council chair and all he wanted to do was take a shower and watch a shitty movie in the privacy and comfort of his bed chamber.

Alaric continued to pound away as she screamed like a banshee. He watched as her narrow ass barely moved as she tried to impale herself further on his thick c**k. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine another woman. A woman with full curves, dark and thick curls, a naturally tan and clear complexion, who doesn’t wear perfume. But more importantly, a woman who is smart enough to know that f*****g your way up the social ladder is not the best way to get ahead in life. He wished he could just have a chance to meet and mark that woman.

“No, you don’t you ass hat. If you really felt that way, you would be out looking for her instead of screwing every willing t**t that walks through the castle doors. Furthermore, can you please hurry the hell up! The b***h stinks and her voice is grating.”

Alarick gave a soft chuckle as he was shown a mental image of Ambrose lying on his stomach with his large paws holding his ears over his arctic blue eyes and trying to hide his nose in imaginary dirt. Alarick would have called him dramatic but he felt the same at the moment. So he widened his stance, grabbed a handful of her straw-like blonde hair and began pounding at a rapid pace into the wailing shewolf. He yanked her head back roughly, causing her back to arch her at an almost impossible angle. Next to her ear he growled, “Do you like that sweetheart? Is that hard enough for you?” She nodded as best she could in his brutal grip. Her makeup was ruined due to the sweat and tears of pleasure rolling down her face. She was a gasping, crying mess. He felt her p***y begin to tighten around him as the room filled with the wet slapping sounds and the aroma of rough s*x.

“Do you like your king f*****g you on your daddy's chair hmm? Now c*m for me.” As soon as the command left his lips, her p***y spasmed and squirted her juices all over his groin and subsequently on the top of his pants, as he deemed to only unzip his fly for this quickie. As she was coming she yelled in a lust crazed voice, “Yes! Knot me and breed me! Mark me my king! I’m your chosen mate and will be your Queen! I will bear your heirs!”

Those words were like a bucket of ice water being thrown on him, and he instantly went soft. He jerked out and away from the deranged shewolf, which caused her to lose her balance. She gave a startled “Eeeeep!”, then a sharp yelp as she tumbled head over heels, to the floor, along with the heavy council chair. Alarick and Ambrose would have found the scene hilarious if it had not been for the blood boiling rage he felt building for the presumptuous tramp. Alarick felt his eyes shifting from his usual sky blue to Ambrose’ glowing sapphire blue as his wolf began to take control. The girl who had been trying to gather herself from the floor while untangling from the chair, finally noticed that the king was not helping her. She looked up at him with a miffed expression on her wrecked face while fighting to pull down her tiny skirt.

“What the hell was that, Alarick?! How can you let your future Queen fall over like that?! I could have really hurt myself! What would your parents think of you disrespecting your mate that way?!” That outburst was the last straw for Ambrose. Alarick felt himself being shoved violently to the back of his mind as Ambrose took full control.

Ambrose moved so fast Alyssa didn’t realize she was in danger until it was too late. Alarick watched with sick satisfaction as Ambrose grabbed her by the throat. He lifted her effortlessly to bring her eye level with his 6.8’ frame. Her eyes bulged and began to water in fear as the pressure from his claws cut off her air supply and drew blood.

“You are not our mate, you disgusting little leech! You will never be Queen and you sure as f**k will never bear our pups! You were simply a convenient distraction for Alarick to blow off steam, and you had better believe it will never happen again!” The only sound that could be heard was the strangled whines from Alyssa as she struggled to free herself from his death grip. He gave a disgusted growl and tossed the idiotic woman to the ground.

“Never refer to me as anything other than your highness or King. That is all I am to you. Now get out of my site before I have you banished.” With that a terrified Alyssa scrambled from the room clutching her throat and coughing horribly.

Ambrose gave a disgusted shake of his head as he righted his clothes and stormed off to their room to shower. Alarick stayed quiet as they walked through the long corridor to the private elevator, that led directly to the Kings quarters. Alarick could feel the frustration, disgust, anger and pain shooting through Ambrose’ mind and heart during the slow ride up. Alarick didn’t know what to say to make his wolf feel better because he himself felt the exact same way. Though Alarick was for the most part an easy-going man and a relatively good but strict King, he was incomplete without his Queen and everybody knew that.

From the ages of 18-30, he had traveled the Tri Kingdom and the human world searching for his mate. After twelve years of searching futilely, he had to return to take his seat at the throne. Alone. He was the first Alpha King to claim the crown without a Luna or at least a prospective Queen at his side. His parents supported his decision to wait for his true mate, but the people were demanding that he just select a strong shewolf from a powerful family, to accept the seat by his side. It made sense, as it had been done in the past, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. That and Ambrose swore he’d never speak or shift again if he dishonored their mate that way. But with the recent increase in rogues from different species banding together and getting bold enough to raid villages and packs near the Tri Castle, the need for a Luna Queen was becoming palpable. Every day he felt himself becoming more unstable and short tempered, which in turn caused his subjects to feel the same. Balance was needed at the seat of each throne in the Tri Kingdom in order for all the species to co-exist. With the Fae king finding his Spark Queen a year after taking the throne and the Vampire King finding his Heart Bride two years before he was even crowned made Alaricks’ Luna Queen the last missing link to maintain their hard, won unity. Most days he’d feel like a complete failure if it weren’t for his family and the other kings and their queens being so supportive of him finding his true mate.

Ambrose breathed a sigh of relief as they entered their bed chamber. The first thing he did was strip out of the soiled clothes and actually toss them into the fireplace that was already lit. Alarick smiled inwardly at the action, as it was something of a ritual for them. Whenever Alarick screwed a woman and the deed was done, Ambrose would immediately take over to strip off their clothes and burn them before showering. Alarick never complained, even though he ended up spending a small fortune on clothes each month. They walked into the enormous blue and black marbled bathroom to turn on three of the six high-powered shower heads. Ambrose walked over to the sink and stared sadly at the his and hers style set up. Every few months, he and Alarick would rotate out the hers side of the toiletry and beauty products, so that when their Queen came home she’d have everything she could possibly want. He did the same with the giant wardrobe they would share. Ambrose and Alarick gave a low whine of pain at the thought of it never being used.

They looked in the big mirror and studied themselves. They were thickly built and much taller than most Alphas. Every muscle was well defined from daily training. He was proud to be unmatched even when sparring with Vlad the Vampire King and Eric the Fae King. He always strived to be the best, so that when he found his mate she’d admire all he had accomplished and nobody would have the power to harm her. His eyes then studied his face. He was aware that he was beyond handsome with a chiseled jaw, sun kissed skin, straight aquiline nose, pouty pink lips, stylishly messy natural sun-bleached blonde hair, and piercing sky-blue eyes. Even at almost 36 years old, he had no wrinkles and was even voted the sexiest business man alive for the last three years running in the human world. He finished scanning his body, taking note of his well-defined eight pack, heavily muscled thighs, and impressively thick c**k that was over 9’ even while soft, and a daunting 13' hard. He looked at the tattoo of a chained woman on his left pectoral. She was kneeling in the dirt, head down with her wrists chained to the floor, and her thick hair blocked her face. He had many dreams of the woman but he could never see her face, or reach her. The only thing she ever said was “It’s almost time.” or “Not much longer.” He felt like he’d known her all his life but couldn’t remember ever meeting anybody like her. But in the past few years though his dreams of her had turned disturbing. Now, no matter what he said, she never spoke. She just growled and hissed in so much hatred and pain he’d wake up in a cold sweat. He subconsciously played with a braided hair bracelet he never took from his wrist. It too felt like it had been with him his entire life, but he nor his parents could recall where it came from. True, it was an odd thing to keep as jewelry, but touching it always made him feel better.

Alarick pushed himself to the fore front of their mind to take control, as Ambrose seemed too depressed to focus on the task at hand. As he was about to step into the shower the Universal Emergency alarms started blaring. Alarick swore under his breath as he turned off the shower, snatched on some basketball shorts he stored in the bottom of the bathroom cabinet, and sprinted to the Universal Council Room. As he burst through the double doors he saw his parents, his grandmother and the Fae and Vampire royals. Everybody had a worried expression on their faces while the Fae and Vampire Queens held each other in tears. The two kings seemed to be in a heated discussion. As he walked to his parents. He heard and felt his Beta Colton and his little sister Miranda come running in behind him. He walked up to his mother and grandmother, kissing their cheeks. Both gave disgusted looks as his mother griped, “What is that god awful smell son?!” all the while fanning her face as if to shoo away the offending odor. Before he could even open his mouth to respond, his grandmother chirped, “It smells like shame, regret and cheap spray on tan to me.” At this his Beta was having a well-timed “coughing” fit, while his father and sister were snickering behind their hands. Alarick could do nothing but blush and gruffly ask, “What’s going on? I was about to take a shower.”

At hearing his voice Vlad and Eric strode up to Alarick with relieved expressions. Alarick shook both their hands and looked at Eric for an explanation.

“They have our children Rick.” Alarick could tell by the tremor in his voice and darkening of his green eyes that the Fae King was holding on to his emotions by a thread. Though Eric was Fae, he was no less threatening and powerful than Vlad or Alarick. He was half Dark Elf and half Light Fairy, which was an uncommon and deadly combination. He was almost as tall and broad as Alaric, with long thick chestnut locks and bright green eyes. He could pass as a high-ranking Alpha, especially in his current attire of dark blue jeans and a tight green T-shirt.

“They were coming back from camp and were ambushed. From the last call we received from their security detail 10 minutes ago, they were being ambushed by rogue wolves, vampires, and fae.” Vlads’ eyes began to glow blood red instead of their usual honey brown. He too was on the verge of losing it, which was not good. He was always calm, cool and collected. If you didn’t know him you’d think he was a typical emotionless vampire with his pale skin, dark features and calculating actions. But he was just a perfectionist who wanted the best for his family and people. His bubbly, almost hippy-like wife Kayla and their spitfire 5-year-old daughter Kara brought out his relaxed fun side. Alarick hated seeing his friends this way.

“There has been no further contact from the security detail and they are presumed dead.” Delia, Erics’ wife, said nearby while holding a pale and quiet Kayla. Alarick gave a solemn nod of thanks to her as he turned back to his two friends.

“This is what we’re going to do. I’m going to get my best trackers to pair up with Erics’ fastest flyers and Vlads' strongest influencers. There will be a team of three every two miles on the perimeter of the kingdom that will work their way inward. The last thing we want is for them to take the kids out of the kingdom.” At the mention of the children leaving the kingdom, Delia let out a strangled sob that almost broke Alaricks’ heart. Eric gathered her up and cradled her head to his chest. Alarick looked into her watery grey eyes and said, “They’re going to be fine Delia. They may be young but they are royals of the Tri Kingdom and they were all trained on what to do in this situation. They are all powerful in their own right and are not easy targets. Besides between your twin banshees and Vlad and Kaylas little dragon, I’m putting all my money on the munchkins.” At that there was a unanimous “Hey!” as both sets of parents slapped Alarick on the back of the head and neck, which resulted in Alarick whining, “Moooooooooom they’re being mean to me again!” His mother Carol who had been fussing over Mirandas’ hair only glanced up long enough to replay, “Well if you smelled better Sweetie they might be nicer to you.” At that the entire room burst out laughing as Alarick hung his head in shame and grumbled out, “I said I was about to take a shower you hyenas!” Just then Coltons’ eyes fogged over alerting Alarick he was being mind linked. Everybody seemed to be watching Colton as his face went from concentrated to alarmed and then settled on confused. When his eyes finally cleared, he made eye contact with Alarick.

“I’m not sure how to say this, Alpha, but our patrols have found the children, and the kidnappers.” The energy in the room instantly became chaotic as the parents' faces went from scared, to relieved, then back to terrified.

“Are they alright?” Kayla asked in a trembling voice as Vlad rubbed soothing circles on her back.”

“Yes, they appear to have some minor bumps and bruises but are otherwise unharmed.”

“Well what’s the problem?!” Eric growled as his eyes began to glow a dark green.

“They can’t seem to reach them. There’s a woman, or something that looks like a woman, there protecting the children and our guards. She’s got the kids in a protective barrier that the guards can’t cross and the guards are in a bigger one that the enemy can’t break. She’s outside of it fighting about 50 rogues by herself and slaughtering the lot of them!”

“But that’s impossible!” Everybody looked at a shocked Delia and a confused Eric.

“What do you mean impossible?” Alarick asked and, for the first time, noticed his grandmothers’ excited face.

“To set up one barrier for multiple people takes a lot of energy. Setting up two and overlapping them can be done, but unless you’re a powerful fae like me or Eric, it would take a bit of time and preparation. But whoever this is has done something I’ve never seen or heard of!” Delia said, astonished.

“She made two barriers at the same time, overlapping each other on top of them being made for specific beings. Now she’s fighting at least 50 rogues from different species, successfully, while still holding both unique barriers. If you asked Delia and I to do the same thing and gave us a decade and unlimited opportunities to recreate that, we’d never be able to do it, and we’re the strongest of our kind.” Eric was now vibrating with curiosity and wonder, while his wife looked ready to explode with the same emotions. Alaricks’ grandmother gave a soft chuckle as she straitened her sweater and grabbed her cane, slowly making her way to stand before Alarick.

“Well, I think I have an idea of who this might be. We should get a move on before the show is over. Eric and Delia, would you two mind setting up a couple of portals that open at the edge of the kingdom where we found Alarick when he was a boy please?”