Reborn as the Lycan Beta

Chapter 6. You S***ged a M**F?

Universe Number 602-22

Planet Earth

Just Some Years Back

Kerrick Valentine POV

I never got the courage to talk to him. Ever.

I mean, compared to him — Detective Murtaugh “Morty” Evans, the one I call Mr. Cop, was a successful officer — who was I, a former hikkikomori?

Natalie and I had been near the counter, chatting in hushed tones about him when Natalie elbowed me.

“Don’t look back right away,” Natalie squeaked as her sharp elbow hit me nonstop. Ugh. “Turn slowly and naturally. He’s looking at us — no he’s looking at you!”

“Stopped pinching me!” I huffed.

““Hey Kerrick…” Mr. Cop said. I slowly turned to him.

Wait. He actually called me by my name? At that time?

I felt my soul jump out and my knees threatened to collapse. Mr. Cop was smiling. The way he called my name was like hot lube being slicked all over me.

Oh god.

“Hey Kerrick…” he said again, his smle widening into a grin.

“Ow!” I hissed as Natalie elbowed me once more.

“H-hi, Officer…” I managed to respond, but I could barely look at him in the eye.

“Hello Sir,” Natalie said.

“Hello to you too, Ms. Jones,” Mr. Cop was almost near the counter, when…

“EVERYBODY DOWN! EVERYBODY STAY F**KING DOWN OR WE WILL F**KING SHOOT!”

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World No. ??????

Somewhere in Netherlands, in TwinWorld Planet Pollux

Duke POV

Six months later

I woke up from the nightmare with a headache; the explosion scene ended with sounds of alarm.

I smashed the clock off. Almost. Clocks were designed to withstand our strength, so it only bounced off the bedside table and onto the carpeted floor. Its shrill beeping sound stopped, but apparently I had another alarm with me.

Not. It was my phone, which was on the other bedside table, the one with the lamp.

F**k.

Seriously, human, my Lycan wolf, Miles, huffed. For an Alpha Royal’s beta, you are such a lousy winger. You not only put up thick shields to block off your pack, yet at the end of the day you rely more on a phone. Like, seriously?

Goddess, this blasted wolf can be such a nag.

“F**k you,” I growled, aloud. “Shut up.”

Put your link shields down, i***t, Miles said. And do act more like a gentleman. You got a message from Tom.

“Ugh. Nag.” I was no morning person, and the past nights of not having any company in bed weren’t helping.

Morning, I huffed through our link. You guys called?

Good morning! Said a cheerful female voice over our Pack Union Leaders link. Rise and shine for our meeting!

It was already six months since our mission from Algiers. A lot had happened.

For one, when we got back from the mission, Gammas Trent and Susan Brooks officially handed their positions to their twin sons. It was part of their decision after the Emperor himself appointed them to become members of the Imperial Elders Council.

The slave trade South of the Mediterranean had dwindled thanks to our last mission in Algiers. This, however, did not stop the stalwart underground from plying their trade even further up here in the North. Rogue activity increased not only in the Central Kingdom but incidents of pack kidnapping and raiding, as well. Moreover, a group of marauders have also begun to harass not only shifter settlements but also human and demi-human communities all throughout, especially in the British Isles.

The Emperor had to unleash the Moonblade to deal with the iron hand. Our pack union took charge in many slave trade black operations. It was in one of these operations that Ori finally met his true mate.

That’s right. Orion, the infamous black sheep of the Imperial Family and the number two manw**re of Moonblade (he hasn’t overtaken me, thank you) is now mated and p***y-whipped.

Or was it d**k-whipped?

Hey there Duke, said Luna Morrighan once more. Orion’s in a conference with his brother now. I see you’re still in bed. Had a fun night? Her voice suddenly turned impossibly deep. Most probably the Luna had just “transformed.”

Innate talents, or gifts, were a common trait among Lycans. Innate abilities were rare among shifters except for Lycans, weredragons, and other mythical-class shifter creatures.

Werewolves normally don’t evolve into Lycans and unleash their innate abilities unless they form a familial or mate bond with a Lycan. An exception to this, however, were the werewolves of the Mystic Moonlit Path in Galloway, England, where our new Luna, was from.

Yet it wasn’t just Luna Morrighan’s origins that made her different from most of her kind. It was also her innate abilities: not only have this special talent to control fog and ice but also the ability to reduce their scent strength and alter their fur color. But that’s not all — she could shift her s**uality into that of a male. One time I even —

Don’t even get there, I felt my Lycan wolf thwack my back.

Must you be so violent?

Just leave our Alpha and Luna’s s*x life alone, Miles grumbled.

Hello Again, Alpha-Luna, I chuckled as I hurriedly stood and ran to do my business to the toilet then went back to my bed and dressed up. He won’t mind me being late.

It’s such a weird thing to call me that, Duke, Luna Morrighan, now transformed into Alpha Paul Dordo-Cook, replied over the line. Might as well stick to Paul for me, will you?

Before I could answer, however, the Twins hollered over our link.

Finally, you’re awake, you wayward Beta, huffed Tom, our Gamma-Secretary. I’ve been trying to call you for hours because you got your shields up. Good morning, Alpha Paul.

Good morning Tom, Paul cheerfully replied. Good morning, Ted!

Aye, good morning, Tom, despite his stand-offishness, can be quite laid back through our comm link.

The comm, unlike the usual link, was an embedded chip within us that allowed us to mind link even images. While mind-link was powered by bond and the life essence of shifters (and, I learned that in some cases, any sentient including humans), the comm was both powered by mana and the essence of this world, so it was powerful enough to project maps, replayable memory-images, and diagrams. It was a technology that our pack’s and Orion’s brother’s pack magi, and the Luna Morrighan herself were able to develop.

G-good morning Luna, Ted hollered through the link.

That’s Alpha Paul, you doofus, Tom huffed at his twin. You should practice addressing him as such when the Luna’s transformed so that you won’t mess things up in public.

That’s right. A few days ago, after the Luna showed us her s**uality-morphing ability during her private induction ceremony to our pack and union, we decided to make use of it to optimize our anti-slave trade operations.

S-sorry, Ted said. This just takes time getting used to.

Ever the shy twin, I chuckled. So Tom, what was the call for?

You had your link shields up, Tom said. I’d just wanted to remind you that we have a meeting at ten in the morning.

Alright, I muttered through the link while making final touches to my outfit.

And it’s ten already, Paul said. We’re heading downstairs.

Ugh,

You may be BFFs but he might give you a whalloping at the training session later, Tom said.

Why isn’t he contacting me? I grumbled. He’s using Paul here instead.

You want me to baby you, bruh? Growled Ori suddenly through the link. Then his voice softened. Hello, Moonbabe.

I had this feeling his mate was rolling his eyes at him.

Hello Bruh, I chuckled. I’m on my way up.

Hurry your a*s up, slowpoke!

I swear I could hear a wolf snicker in my head. I rolled my eyes.

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“So based on this intel,” I said. “We’re moving north?”

We four officers of the Moonblade Pack Union — Ori, the twin Gammas, and I, the current lone Beta — sat around the small conference table in Ori’s sixth-floor office of the Pack Union House. The hotel-like building was designed to look like a natural part of this forest region of the Central Kingdom, making it hard to spot from afar. Here, however, this floor was nearly enclosed in multi-layer tinted glass that gave us a hundred and eighty degrees of view outside. Except for our meeting area enclosed by translucent glass, the rest of the floor was an open space.

Ted was slightly fidgety on his chair. He wasn’t normally shy when he was still a regular Wepawet team leader. It will probably be a while before he will get used to his position. Today he was dressed in a polo shirt and jeans, but he also had a canine whistle hanging from his neck, as well as a magic tablet. He had probably just come from overseeing a training session of our pack members. After all, he had taken his father’s position of Field Marshall and head trainer of the pack.

Though sharing the same dark hair and sharp steel grey eyes, his twin Tom had a strikingly less rugged personality. While Ted sported a five o’clock stubble and a man bun, Ted wore his shorter hair swept to the side and hid his eyes with black-framed glasses, which I suspected to be mere decoration rather than function. After all, Lycans, like most shifters, don’t get sick except for the gravest diseases, which often occur at the old age of seven centuries or more.

Ted also had a different taste compared with his brother: although he was currently still in the pack territory, he wore a gunmetal gray jacket over a dark gray turtleneck shirt, along with tweed pants, and dark brown leather ankle boots

A third person was on the table, his sit just beside Ori’s. While Luna Morrighan was a 5’3” midget after growing a couple of inches when she mated with Ori, her male version Alpha Paul was 6’7”. Like most Lycans, Paul was well-built. Today he wore a black and white Far Eastern short-sleeved cardigan, with a yin and yang wolf on his back, emphasizing his broad shoulders. It was completed by the plain white shirt underneath and complemented by the metal gray pants and black grungy boots he wore. His outfit and his haphazard short blonde hair brought out the purple in his eyes even more.

Simply put, our Alpha-Luna was a walking s*x on a stick. Not that I’d say that aloud to my best friend beside him.

A growl came from the man sitting beside him as a pair of stormy ocean blue eyes glared at me.

“I wasn’t late,” I c**ked an eyebrow, effecting an innocent look.

“Moonbun,” Paul slightly pinched his mate from the side. Ori merely gave me a smug look as he placed his nose at the crook of his mate’s neck.

I rolled my eyes, although Ori had not gotten the reaction as he already stood up to start our meeting.

The gathering for that morning was just a part of our entire strategy for the next few days, a continuation of Ori’s meeting with his brother, the Crown Prince Adolf. If we succeed, we might be able to round up the suspected ringleaders of the slave trade — particularly one duke, a count belonging to a rich and powerful family of merchants, and maybe even Luna Morrighan’s former tormentor and usurper of her former pack’s leadership.

“The venue has been set,” Ori began. “Adolf has given us the time and the date.” He punched something on his tablet; the information appearing on our personal devices.

“So it’s the annual charity auction pageant by Lady Alpha Marlene?” I said.

“Looks like you get to do another striptease this year,” Tom chuckled.

“Striptease?” Alpha Paul said, turning to everyone.

“The Charity Ball is an auction, Moonbabe,” Ori smiled at him. “We send our men to join and be auctioned off to become someone’s date for a day. It’s part of our way to mix and mingle with the nobles and give us a good name.”

“Ori was part of the lineup last year,” I smirked. “Took an old matron to dinner afterwards.”

“Eww,” Paul said. “You s***ged a MILF?”

“Hell, no,” Ori chuckled. “It was only a dinner date. Kinda like spending supper with Mum. I’m not like that manw***e over there who totally stretched an evening to an entire weekend of f**king his date.”

“Well the woman had the money and the skills to splurged,” I shrugged unabashedly.

Paul shook his head. “I’m not sure I’m ready to give my body to someone.”

A growl reverberated around the office.

I rolled my eyes at our Alpha Prince. I wonder if I’ll ever become like that.

Betas — or those with the Beta bloodline, tend to be calmer compared to alphas. Unfortunately, I may have the position of the Pack Union Beta, but all of us officers actually have an Alpha bloodline. Such is the case when a pack union is headed by high nobles or, in our case, an Imperial Family member.

“You don’t need to, Alpha,” Tom smiled. “And you won’t be alone — Duke will be there, and either Ted or I will join the line up, too.”

“It’s half beauty contest and half auction,” Ori said. “The beauty contest half will sort of establish your minimum auction value for the second half. As much as I would want to keep you to myself, I’ve been invited as VIP this year, so — who knows I just might bid you for myself?” He smirked.

Ugh. The sweetness.

What if we get to meet our mate there, suddenly broke the voice of my Lycan wolf, Miles.

You’re awake.

Of course, he replied. I’m also having a conference with the Lycan spirits.

And what did you learn?

Before Miles could answer, however, Ori’s voice broke through.

“Ted and Tom,” he said. “You’ll have to coordinate with the Benningtons. I’m assigning the Benningtons to my twin sisters so I’ll have Ted and Tom contact those brothers to handle the bodyguard matter, but they will also be coordinating their movements with our preparations and the actual operation starting tomorrow. Duke, you’ll do the usual and keep your channel open to our Wepawet assigned outside the operation. You’ll pull any operative in case the need arises.”

“Ever the sis-con,” I winked at his mate.

“Indeed he is,” Paul grinned back.

Ori gave me a glare, but did not say anything.

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