Alpha Roman

Chapter 3

In the realm of the supernatural

The crowd cheered for their King as he and his warriors returned from tracking down werewolf rouges. The rouges came through killing many loved ones so King Roman hunted them down and tore them apart. The King dragged a few rouges behind him to be taken to the dungeons for questioning before they would be disposed of. King Roman was a Lycan and ruled over the supernatural realm.

His land was breathtakingly beautiful with its rolling hills, tall snow covered mountain peaks, lush forests, magnificent waterfalls and crystal clear rivers. It was also home to beings such as vampires, witches, fairies, and werewolves (good and bad alike). There for making the land gorgeous but deadly, Lycans are very much like werewolves but twice as large and don’t turn into wolves but more like a human beast that stood on two legs instead of four.

These types of creatures have a human and a beast living in the same body and mind. They have powers such as mind linking, moving at incredible speed, seeing in pitch black darkness,and rapid healing to name a few. They are stronger than all supernatural beings combined, therefore they protected the realm. Roman had an extremely large pack of Lycans, 2000 to be exact and the number grew each year. His pack lived on the castle grounds which was vastly large and spanned over 200 acres. Most packs and groups only had around 300 members, the vampires had a bit more at just under a thousand members in their nest. They all needed Roman and his men to protect them with their strength and numbers.

Not unlike most beings in the supernatural realm Lycan’s find their Goddess given mate at the young age of 18. Mates are recognized by each other because they give off a scent that is undeniably the hardest thing to resist, it’s primal. Mates are extremely important to the supernatural world. They are the other half, the balance to their mate. When together and bound they give incredible strength to each other. So much so that they add to their powers making them almost undefeatable.

The bond would be so strong it couldn’t be resisted if they were to try. So much so that they could feel one another’s emotions and physical pain. They loved each other at 1st sight and would lay down their lives to protect their mate.

But when their mate isn’t found or bonded they can grow weak and even slip into depression or madness, and even lose their human side completely, it got worse the longer it took to find each other.

For Alphas that couldn’t happen they would need to step down so someone stronger could take control. Finding one’s mate was at the top of their priority list. When a mate is found they are marked by each other immediately, in most cases, before they even know one another’s names.

Roman was the most respected in the land. Most looked up to him, admired for his bravery and strength, but feared his brutality equally. When Roman took over as the Alpha King he made some changes to old rulings that were set by his father.

Before rouges weren’t killed on sight, now all rouges were to be killed and or captured to be killed later. Roman also made it clear that all Lycan kind were to be in combat training, men and women. Each pack, nest, or group had to designate a leader and that creature was to report to Roman monthly with updates or concerns. Lastly he had the witches close all the portals to the human realm. This greatly upset the vampires, humans were their favorite blood source. The leader of the vampires Valero tried holding many meetings with the King but had always been dismissed. Roman wouldn’t budge on the matter, Valero wanted to overthrow King Roman but he didn’t have the numbers or strength to do so. Roman was adamant that the portals stay closed, and that there was plenty of other animals to drink. Anyone who went behind his back and disobeyed his ordered would be punished. Things between his kingdom, and the vampires were very tense ever since that day.

Roman lead a fierce army of warriors, men and women. He trained right along side of his warriors all day, every day. He had been protecting his land since the young age of 15 when his parents were killed by a werewolf rogues.

Later that day

Back in the Castle in Roman’s quarters.

“Roman! Don’t ever stop! Oh Godess!” A women moaned in bliss. Roman has the woman bent over the bed with her hair wrapped around his fist, perspiration gathering on his forehead as he f****d her hard and fast. He stoped just to whirl her around to face him. Still with a fist full of her dark locks he crashes his lips to hers and begins to pound into her deep, hard, and slow. The women’s eyes start to roll to the back of her head. The room is filled with the sounds of grunts and moans. Roman repositioned himself under the woman grasping her hips and pumped from underneath her, watching her breasts bounce over his face. He goes harder and faster bringing her to another orgasm. Just before he reached his, he rolled her over and finished on her stomach. The two rested on the bed for a few moments catching their breath. The women looked at Roman with hooded eyes and pouted.

“I can be your chosen mate. I can give you a heir Roman.” The women pleaded. “We both haven’t found our true mates and it’s been many years. The council will make you choose a mate soon anyways. They won’t risk your mental health or the realm.” The women tried to reason with him.

“Helena, we’ve been through this. I’m waiting for my mate, I don’t want to explain to my mate that I’ve fathered pups.” Roman takes a deep breath seeing Helena’s face. “Look, I respect you, I enjoy being with you but one day we may find our other half and I won’t take them from you or from me. As far as the council is concerned, they can f**k themselves. I will only be choosing my mate to be Luna.” Roman was exasperated with the situation.

“I don’t want my true mate, I want you.”

When Roman didn’t respond Helena nodded resolutely.

“I’m sorry I brought it again. Let me make you feel better.” Helena got off the bed, walked over to Roman and fell to her knees in front of him. Roman started to harden at the sight. She took him into her mouth and was true to her promise. After Helena left Roman washed up and headed out to train his warriors.

As Roman and his troops were doing their warm ups they ran through the thick forest. These places held memories for Roman. The earthy smell and the sound his feet made when they hit the ground made it difficult to block them out but they were loud in his mind. As he ran memories flooded back to the forefront of his mind.

Flashback: 18 years ago,Roman was beloved by his parents and the creatures of the land. He grew up knowing he was important to the creatures and that he had big responsibilities. He was taught to fight at the young age of five by his father and his father’s men, and raised to be a ruler because he was the next Alpha Lycan King. He needed to be cruel, and ruthless, and in turn needed to be compassionate to the ones that were loyal and in need of mercy. Their pack respected their King, the pack flourished under his rule. Roman’s father was strict with his warriors and lead with an iron fist. Though the members of their pack thought the King should be more forceful with the rouges. They were a big problem. The King took pity on many rouges and offered them sanctuary if they pledged allegiance to him. Some took him up on the offer, mainly because they weren’t rouge because of a crime but from circumstances beyond their control. Others refused seeing the Lycan King as a false King.

Long before Roman was born his father took the throne from a werewolf that was completely insane. The wolf was named Blake, he never found his mate and went crazy, Blake started killing his own pack members and starting wars with other packs. Roman’s father took over and tried to put the wolf down but he got away. Roman’s father had been in charge ever since that day.

Roman’s father taught him how to hunt and track in thick woods. What it meant to be King and how to be a good mate when the time came. Roman always enjoyed the stories his dad used to tell about how he meet Roman’s mother.

“Oh, your mother stole my heart the moment I saw her. She spotted me across the field of the Full Moon festival and then walked over to me with love in her beautiful eyes and planted a kiss on my lips in front of everyone!” Roman’s father would always chuckle at that part of the story. His father continued “I in turn marked her right then and there. Was the best moment in my life son.” Roman’s father reminisced. Roman would just smile as he listened hoping to have a similar experience one day. His father would wine and dine his mate. Would shower her with love and affection and his mother would tell Roman how lucky she was to have his father as a mate.

Roman’s mother, the Luna of the Lycan’s would take walks through the grounds with her young son. On this day she was smiling and talking to the other Lycans and wolves who lived in the area enjoying the warm sun of their faces just like everyday. Her job was to make sure everyone was doing well and helped those who needed it. She was also in charge of the castle, she would make sure everyone had a job to do that suited them the best. His mother would be by her mates side giving him guidance and support. His mother was beautiful almost angelic, the creatures she ruled over respected and loved her, they would do anything for her. She was gentle, too gentle she wouldn’t fight or train to fight. She would say it hurt her heart to see or inflict pain. The King never had women train or fight because he figured all females were soft that way.

As they were on their daily walk, ear piercing screams could be heard and then the sound of their death came from the tree line.Then it happened,out of the blue 50 rouges came barreling through the town square and ripping through everyone they saw. Roman’s mother mind linked her mate, the King, and tried to fight. She wanted to protect her son.

“Roman run and get help!!” She pleaded “Go now!!”

Roman couldn’t bring himself to leave his mother alone. He ended up fighting 3 rogues and just finished killing them when he heard his mother’s anguished scream. He turned just in time to see a rogue rip her heart out. The air around Roman stopped, he couldn’t breathe he stood there frozen as he watched in horror as his mother’s body fell. A mighty roar came from his father, it shook the earth and it snapped him from his shock. When his father charged the rogues he gripped his chest and fell from the pure agony of losing his mate. The pack of rogues were all over him in an instant.

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