The Last Luna Queen And The Lycan King

Alpha Alan

.He was wafting A mix between fear and sweat and it was getting stronger. I closed my eyes fighting back the urge to bust through the vehicle door and rip his throat out. "Come outside Alan" Jermaine my beta demanded loudly looking around seeing everyone had stopped what they were doing and stared at him and the SUV's. The windows were tinted so no one could see who was in the vehicles but they all had the royal crest. Alan stepped out of the tint, A woman at his side clinging to him. She looked pathetic, She was small and lanky, her long blond hair was messed up, she was wearing blue eyeshadow that made her look more like a clown than a woman. Her red lipstick smeared a-crossed her face. She was wearing a yellow sundress and knee high black boots. She looked disheveled as though they'd be rolling around in the sack. Not at all ideal for a war or the front lines.

He had red lipstick smeared on his face. He quickly wiped it off, still leaving a tail of red behind on his cheek and neck. His sweat was soaking his shirt. His hand on his holstered pistol, what kind of wolf fights with a gun and not claws “a cowardly one” Lucian huffed. "Go back inside darling" Alan said to the woman smacking her on the ass before turning back to my beta "that’s Alpha to the likes of you and you should not be here beta" Alan said looking at Jermaine as if he were beneath him. Jermaine c****d his head to the side, his brow furrowed into a deep frown. Ignoring his retort “The king has heard what is going on here and is none to happy you have tried starting a war without his knowledge or approval. It is you that should not be here Alan." Jermaine said loudly venom laced in his voice. "Lay your weapons down, withdraw your forces and go home Alan send your people home before they are killed” he demanded.

"I will only say this once more, hybrid! It is Alpha ALAN to YOU" He mocked Jermaine, " And He may be your king but he is not mine so get your sorry ass back in that SUV.” He said pointing at the SUV’s bold confidence lacing his words. “ Take your men and Go back to your king And tell him to mind his own goddess damned business." He snapped back. Jermaine smiled, "Alan, I was sent here to relay a message to you not to take one back to our king and I have done just that if you have anything to say back to him then please tell the king yourself." He said guesting toward the SUV I was sitting in. Alan's face paled and his breathing quickened. I heard what he said and decided that I'd had enough, opening my door I stepped out. I took a moment to smooth the nonexistent wrinkles from my black slacks. Then dusted the imaginary dirt off my black dress shirt. The shine on my black dress shoes is now covered in mud.

I ran my hand through my short dirty blond hair and fixed my eyes on Alan. The rest of the royal guards we brought exited their vehicles. Coming to stand near me waing for my word. I started walking towards Alan. His face paled and he started shaking. "You were saying?" I questioned my hands at my sides. My claws were trying to come out. "You are.." he stammered out "not my king" he said gaining a little more courage, his eyes darting around looking anywhere but at me. "Is that so" I said, my eyebrow forking as I looked murderously at him, my claws elongated as I fought to control the beast clawing at my chest and mind to get out. “Let me out mark I need to teach this pathetic wolf a lesson” Lucian growled clawing his way to the forefront of my mind. Jermaine could see my struggle. "Yes!" Alan exhaled, gaining more courage than he'd just had. "MEN SHOOT HIM. SHOOT TO KILL" He growled out. I looked around, men and women hesitated. I could read fear in their eyes, I could smell it in the air. The smell of anxiety and fear was thick and it was getting thicker by the second.

"NOW YOU COWARDS..NOW SHOOT HIM!! KILL HIM AND HIS GUARDS!!" he demanded using his alpha voice. Young men and women alike circled us pointing firearms at us. My men had their claws elongated, fangs were gleaming in the sunlight. They opened fired on us, a bullet landed in my chest and Lucian, my beast, took over in a blink of an eye. My claws became as long as daggers. My muscles ripped my shirt into two. Growing bigger and more defined, My legs stretched making me taller and more lean. I was massive, 7 feet 5 inches tall every part of me expanded in defined muscle. Shadows burst through my skin like werewolves fur. My ears pointed and both sets of fangs grew longer and deadly Venom leaked from their points. My normal blue eyes turned crimson red with black surrounding them where they are usually white. I looked like a demon that had clawed its way straight out of hell and stood before Alan. We Let out a deadly Menacing growl signaling to our men to transform and clear these people out. The ones that had the balls to fire on us, we started slashing through them like butter. The ones trying to run we helped by throwing them through the tent's. The blows were meant to scare and send them running, not kill them. I'd ordered my men to defend themselves but save as many as possible.

Injure and throw them out of the way and keep the death count as low as possible. The bullets sunk into the shadows, the sounds of screaming and gunfire rang through the air. Bullets absorbed through the shadows of my skin I felt nothing. My men now already transitioned fully into their hybrid Lycian forms, joining in cutting those that fired on us down and throwing the other ones that tried running. I tried fighting to regain control over my body but Lucian had a lock on me as I did not want the death count to be more than what was absolutely necessary. He was angry, very angry, he’d waited a long time to be released again. His vision blurred with unfiltered rage. My men moved in unison, a well trained pack slashing throats while I was ripping heads from bodies. We tossed wolves around like puppets out of our way while I saw Alan hiding. I flipped a truck in my way on its side and stomped toward him.