Chapter 3_crippled
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DYLAN'S POV
In a grand chamber filled with shattered ornament and overturned furniture, a crippled king sat in my ornate wheelchair, contorted with anger and frustration.
my legs once strong and commanding, now lay lifeless, a cruel reminder of my present and new found limitations.
With a fierce scowl,I swept a fragile vase off a nearby table, the crash echoing through the room. My fists clenched in impotent rage as tears of rage welled up in his eyes mixing with his simmering fury.
Just then, the chamber doors swung open, and a regal figure worked on my mother. My mother’s face etched with concern and love she moved gracefully towards me and kneeling beside my wheelchair.
“Son, Dylan please… you mustn't give in to this anger. Your spirit is stronger than any physical frailty” she urged, her voice soft but firm.
“My eyes met my mother's gaze, a Storm of emotion swirling within him. Slowly, her soothing words seeped through the his rage, calming the tempest within.
My mother reached for my trembling hands, a sense of peace washed over me.
In that moment, surrounded by the wreckage of my fury, I found solace in her unwavering love and strength.
Her touch sent calmness to my burning rage. She has been my all in all since I was a child. She has taken care of me, protected me. She has stood by me since my father died and I was made Alpha Lord of the five regions.
Moonlight pack, Silver lake pack,Red moon pack, Crystal moon pack and the Blood moon pack in which I base are all under my command and my authority.
The blood moon pack heads the other kingdoms. Have been in a wheelchair for over a Century.
No one has seen me over the last century. People hear about me and fear me. I attend important meetings in my werewolf form, that's the only way I can move without the damn chair.
Only my most trusted subjects know about my condition. I have looked for cures, visited the strongest magicians, visited top medical facilities but none came useful.
Just a stupid prophecy about a white wolf and I don't believe in prophecy.
I don't have a mate, who will even agree to be mated to a crippled king. I chuckled deeply, bringing the attention of my mom to me. Her gaze held sadness, with worry she gave me a sad smile.
“Dylan, please don't worry, all will be fine,” my mother Myla said.
“Mom it has been a century” I said firmly looking away.
“Have been looking for a cure for a century now, but I haven't gotten any positive results. I'm not even close to finding anything,”I said to her in a trembling voice.
“Son please be positive, everything is going to be okay”Myla said.
My mother Queen Myla, stood beside me, her face mask of concern as she listened to my anguished words.
“Mother” I began shifting my gaze to her, my voice laced with frustration and despair.
“what if my people get to know?” I asked.
“The once fearful and dreadful Alpha Lord now on a wheelchair” I said,my anger began to rise.
“None of my subject will bow to a crippled Alpha Lord, they will see me as weak, mom” I continued
“Unworthy of loyalty and respect. How can I rule a kingdom that does not acknowledge me” I added
Tears welled in my mother's eyes as she reached out to grasp my hand.
“My dear child “she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
“Your strength lies not in your legs, not in your legs but in your heart and mind. You are a king by birth right now by mobility of your limbs” she said
“your subject must see beyond the confines of your wheelchair and recognize the wisdom and power that reside in you”
My gaze went up and met the gaze of my mother, my eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and longing.
“But how can I command respect when I am seen as a mere shadow of a king?” I asked
“How can I defend my throne, when even my own body betrays me?” I asked in frustration.
My mother stood up on her feet by my side and her voice was firm and unwavering.
“You are not defined by your infirmity, Son. True strength comes from adversity and the greatest rulers are those who rise above their limitations” she said and continued.
“Show your subject the indomitable spirit that resides within you, and they will bow not to a man in a wheelchair but to a king with power,”she finished.
“Thank you mom.”I said with a bright smile.
My mother looked at me with pride and joy, and she knew me more than I know myself and she knows my true power is not in my ability to walk but the power and courage to lead.
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After my mom's advice I began to have hope and look beyond my limitations.
My beta Vance was my most trusted servant and a friend. He stood before me giving me details of the latest development of the kingdom and affairs that concerned the other kingdoms under me.
“Have you sent word to the other Alpha about the meeting?”I asked firmly.
“Yes Alpha” Vance answered.
A subtle uneasy feeling crept into the air.
My voice, once commanding and steady, now began to waver and an unsettling glint appeared in my eyes.
Gradually, those eyes started to glow a fierce red, sending a shiver down the spine of Vance.
Before I knew what was happening an unwelcome pain shot through my body and the sound of bone cracking could be held.
My stature seemed to shift and grow, my form distorting and contorting as if struggling against unseen force. Fur sprouted out my skin, my hands twisted into clawed paws and his face elongated into a snout. Now stood a mighty towering wolf.
Vance froze in shock, quickly recoiled in terror and cried out for help. Vance's panicked voice called out for the royal doctor. The sight of me transformed into a beast uncontrollably was beyond comprehension.
“What's going on?” my mother's voice rang through the room.
“He just transformed,” Vance said, trying to make sense to my mother.
“What do you mean he just transformed without control?” she asked, tears dropping from her eyes.
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