His Luna is Mine - My Lycan Queen

Chapter 5

Is everything alright, your highness? King Damian turned to Thaddeus who stared at him with his head lowered.

Fine. I just thought I smelt something. He replied, dismissing the matter with a wave of his hand.

The lycan side of him refused to let it go. Damian wondered what had him so riled up. It was so unlike him. He shook his head.

Everyone cheered gleefully as King Damian made his way into the pack entrance. Heads were bowed to show their enormous respect for the lycan royalty. No pack member can hide their amazement with the King, as he elicited pure dominance and power over them all.

His presence alone even brought omegas to bow on their knees.

No one dared look at him in the eye.

No one can.

His aura screamed both elegance and death.

He walked in with a stone-cold expression on his face, revealing the least bit of enthusiasm he could possibly afford for this night.

This is great, your highness. Thaddeus, his right-hand man, whispered to him in delight. The Lycan King grunted.

Had it not been for his grandfather who had been constantly wailing to him about venturing out to find his Lycan Queen, he would have rejected the invitation he received from the Alpha of the Solemn Harbor Pack.

When his grandfather peeked at the invitation letter sent to him, he pushed Damian to accept. It turns out, the pack was where his own grandfather came from. He was born there. The pack had bred lycans, not werewolves. Only until the lycans began mating with humans for lack of female lycans, that the pack ultimately turned into an inferior one.

Filled with wolves, the lycan blood was erased until there was no more.

In the corner of his eye, he noticed that Thaddeus stood beside him with his jaw dropped.

When the King looked up, he was amazed, too.

I must say, whoever was in charge of the preparations, they've outdone themselves! Thaddeus spoke as they stared up at the magnificent lights decorating the entire ballroom.

The King nodded his agreement.

High, long curtains with hanging glitters neatly tied to each side, the tables perfectly aligned across the other and viola, a dark blue carpet rolled out beneath him. Everything was just perfect, pleasing to King Damian’s eyes.

This is even grander than the balls they held at the palace, where the space is much larger and no one really paid attention to details.

With that said, Damian actually had a big event coming in the next few weeks. So he turned to Thaddeus.

Find out who did these preparations. I want to hire them.

Thaddeus bowed his head.

If you wish, my King.

“Your highness!”

Here comes the Alpha. Thaddeus informed him.

His eyes fell on a well-built Alpha who bowed his head in greeting.

“It is truly an honor to have you here, King Damian.”

Damian nodded curtly. He never did warm up to greetings, and the man before him gives him the impression he was not going to enjoy his stay here.

Thaddeus cleared his throat. “Are you going to keep us standing, Alpha?”

The Alpha bowed his head. “Forgive me, your highness. Please, this way.”

Damian groaned in displeasure.

He did not like the scent coming off of this Alpha. The Lycan part of him growled and he was already struggling to keep him under control.

He looked at Thaddeus who seemed to be watching the King in confusion. He immediately understood his dilemma, seeing as his eyes were flickering back to their golden color, a symbol indicating his lycan was dangerously close to breaking through the surface.

I will take it from here, my King. Thaddeus assured him.

On the table, Alpha Tritan, he says his name was, bored Damian to death while he sat there broadcasting all of his so-called accomplishments, barely needing his attention at all. Besides, he did not look like he could act the part with his soft features and movements. The man did not have a single scar to prove his claims.

Then again, Damian’s irritation may only be due to his lycan’s extreme dislike of him.

“Ah, there she is.” Alpha Tritan looked the other way, and a woman stood beside him.

Alpha Tritan rose to his feet and pulled the woman to his side.

“My King, I would like to introduce to you my mate, Diane.” He smiled flatly, and the woman smiled.

But her gaze, he noticed, was set only on him. She picked up her dress and curtsied in what he thought was a fairly exaggerated manner. The gesture exposed her cleavage pointed straight at him.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you, King Damian.” The sound of his name from the woman’s throat was like metal screeching against the floor.

She was even shameless to send a seductive smile his way, and it pissed him off.

He did not want to waste his breath and nodded, when Thaddeus spoke.

“Your mate?” he questioned.

The couple settled on their seats while Thaddeus watched them both closely.

“Yes,”

Damian furrowed his brows. He felt as if his answer was both hesitant and regretful at the same time.

“She isn’t your luna?”

This question had Damian’s eyes focusing into the Alpha. Why did he look so uncomfortable?

The woman beside him, as Damian refused to acknowledge her much less her name, looked at the Alpha in anticipation.

“No, she isn’t.” he answered.

Damian’s fist curled in his growing anger, slamming it down the table.

“What is this?” he growled, the sound startling all members in the ballroom as their chatters faded into a deafening stop.

“The reason this celebration is held is because you are procuring an heir for this pack, and yet I hear your mate is not your luna?”

The Alpha’s jaw clenched. Mere seconds before he bowed his head, Damian saw his eyes flicker to his wolf’s, perhaps in challenge.

Damian thought it was wise of him to hide it, because if not he would have killed him in spot.

“This is against tradition. We all know if a wolf in the higher ranks meet their mates, they are obligated to make the latter rise into position.” Thaddeus added with fierceness to his tone.

“Forgive me, your highness. I have met my luna before I met my mate. And, she refused to let go of the position. I am just giving her more time to accept her fate,” Alpha Tritan reasoned.

Damian shook his head in disbelief. He was a fool if he thought he would buy it.

“Where is your luna? I want to speak to her.” He demanded.

The Alpha stiffened, which made it even more interesting for the King.

Alpha Tritan lifted his head, a forced smile plastered on his face. Damian could see through it.

“She is in her chamber resting, your highness. She was the one who prepared all of this for the event, but I assure you her presence later this evening if you allow her some more time to recuperate.”

Damian glared at him and the stupid smile on the Alpha’s face. If that was the case, he would not be able to leave anytime soon because his luna turns out to be the one he wanted to hire.

“Very well.” Damian agreed, when the lycan side of him suddenly wreaked chaos within.

His lycan wanted to get out.

Suddenly, a shift in the air had Damian looking around for answers.

He smells something. And it’s ripping his heart out by the second.

MATE! His lycan roared, leaving an echo that rang in his head.

His eyes landed on one of the large windows, overlooking a nearby lake. He could just make out a figure drowning in that lake, sending a rush of adrenaline through him. Relying on his instincts, he rushed out of the pack house and ran without shifting into his lycan.

Within seconds, he stood in front of the lake.

MATE! The lycan in him repeated, and without hesitation the King jumped into the waters.

A few moments later, pack members had rushed out of the pack house after seeing the Lycan King run towards the lake, wondering what was happening.

Pack members gathered around it, and when Alpha Tritan saw Kataleya in King Damian’s arms as he rose from the water, a low, deadly growl vibrated through his chest.