The White Lycan

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Alexander's POV

I sit back against the cold metal that is my thrown, my black crown sits slightly slanted as I c**k my head to the side. a sinister smile laying upon my lips. "AGAIN!" my royal Beta Malik shouts by my side as the sound of a whip crashing against skin followed by a sharp scream pierces the air. oh how I enjoy those sounds of pain as the scent of blood fills the throne room. "Ple..Please... your Majesty, PLEASE. Show mercy..." I grin towards Malik. I dont need to speak, he knows what's to be done. "Again!" his voice echoes through the halls as the crack of the whip and screams once again fill my empty soul. filling the blood thirsty Lycan within me with satisfaction.

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being nearly 1000 years old and the only Lycan in existence amoung these weak wolfs, naturally my Aura over powers them, my life span is immortal as the godess cursed me with this life. dark surrounds my heart, my existence is simply to control and maintain control on this earth. the godess made me alone in this world and being Lycan I can't mate with any wolf, no I can only be with a fellow Lycan. theres a tale written in scrolls from even before my time, apparently wrote by the gods themselves.

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"The white Lycan will rule the earth and bring peace to him, the Black Lycan. God of Death and Hatread. she, the Goddess of life and love will find one another and rule together, they will meet in times of darkness to bring light to the world once more. he will have his light."

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as all good story's go, there nice thoughts but these are story's. no other Lycan walks this earth of ever will. this is my curse to bare alone. I'm brought out of my thoughts as Malik leans in. "My king, tomorrow is the ball and meeting of Alphas." furrowing my brows, damn I wish these fuckers would deal with s**t on there own. damn.. I'll show my face quickly tomorrow and leave to my own chambers.

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sighing I stand from my thrown, looking towards Malik I simply nod and walk away to the library, quite yes, some peace and quite before tomorrow comes. my Lycan begains to stir, strange. he usually remains quite, especially after an enjoyable torture session. the stupid f**k who's blood covered the black marble floors, his life leaving his eyes as he bleeds out thought he could come into the palace and demand from me to aid his pack. silly fucker didnt even bow. he wont be making that mistake again. I'm brought out my thoughts as my Lycan once again stirs causing a deep growl to vibrate my chest.

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Malik looks towards me in pure fear as I look towards the large golden coloured doors. "I'm going for a run." I turn and leave quickly, the smell of fear is evident as it suffocates the room. another growl leaving me causes all around me to fall to the floor. there foreheads kissing thr ground as there necks are bared in submission. satisfaction spreads through me seeing them all submit so easily. my Lycan once again stirs pushing me to leave quickly. what the hell is going on with him...