Alphas Before Flower

Road to destiny

Eowyn slowly opened her eyes to see Ragnar standing beside her. “My king," she whispered, trying to push herself up but feeling weak.

Ragnar gently helped her sit up and handed her a bowl of water. "Thank you," she murmured, taking a sip.

Ragnar then offered her a bowl of milk, followed by a bowl of herbs. "You are stronger than I thought, Eowyn," he remarked, watching her closely.

She met his gaze, feeling a rush of emotions at the sight of him.

“Do you know, or care to know how the dynasty came into existence?” He asked and Eowyn shook her head. “It started with the presence of a flower wanted by thorns. A pretty damsel, who was avowed as the prettiest and strongest of all Luna's, our mother.”

Eowyn looked on as she listened.

“Alphas wanted her, even after she was mated to our father, packs went into an all-out war for her. That was why the dynasty was built,” he said and smiled. “It's funny how this place was, and is, all for a woman's love.”

“But why are there no women here?” Eowyn asked.

Ragnar chuckled and held her hand. “Because women had been used to spy on the land. You are not like that. You look just like our mother, a flower that must be protected from thorns," Ragnar said softly, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I can see her in you."

She lowered her head.

"I know that many desire you; my brothers, the warriors, the lords, but I desire you the most, Eowyn," Ragnar said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Fenrir has done his part, what else do you want?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Eowyn took a moment to gather her thoughts, letting Ragnar's words sink in. Her eyes remained downcast and now, Ragnar held her. “Nothing is too high to get from me, Eowyn. I am a king. if it's not what the others want, I will do it in my own yard. Just say it.”

"I want to be a part of the pack, part of the army," she finally spoke. “I don't just want to be seen as a slave. Is that possible, King Ragnar?”

Ragnar's expression softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Consider it done, Eowyn," he said, reaching out to gently touch her hand. "You have shown great bravery and strength and desire to grow as a wolf.”

“Is that true?” Eowyn asked.

“I have said it, the others may object, but the Dynasty is about packs and packs. I have my army, Fenrir has his, Hrothgar has his. But all together a Dynasty of Wolves. You will be my Luna, I pray they object.”

***Eowyn's POV***

As I watched Ragnar stormed out, I realized what I was into. It was too late to wish for a harem to change my status, it was happening and I was right in the middle of it.

Three brothers, triplets would go to lengths to satisfy me. Here I was, enjoying the best of three worlds at a time.

When the door shut, I gasped and held my chest. Love wasn't happening there, only desires for power and the lust for my lost throne as a princess. “Hrothgar will come too,” my mind said to me and I processed what my response would be should he ask.

“Vengeance on house Kantos for killing my father!”

***

Late at night, Ragnar went into the hall. He had called on Fenrir and Hrothgar, and soon they joined him.

"You called us Ragnar, why?" Hrothgar spoke.

"How is she doing?" Fenrir asked, his eyes narrowed in concern.

"She is fine in my chambers," Ragnar replied.

"I should have kept her. You know that," Fenrir said.

"What matters is she's fine. We all participated in the ritual. Just that you brought the idea," Ragnar answered, his gaze locked with Fenrir.

"Why do you call us?" Hrothgar asked again. This time with a husky voice which signaled his anger.

"Eowyn asked to join the pack, to join the army," Ragnar explained.

Fenrir shook his head, his expression turning skeptical. "We don't have a place for a woman in the pack," he said firmly.

"Tell that to her," Ragnar said, a spark of defiance in his eyes.

For Fenrir, who knew he harbored feelings for Eowyn, he kept quiet, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"The lords will argue about this as they have done in the past," Hrothgar cleared his throat, knowing so well that he couldn’t say no to it as well. "What are we going to tell them if they ask?"

"I don't care. I have my own division. She will be the Luna there," Ragnar declared.

"What?" Fenrir asked and took a step closer to Ragnar. "In your division?"

"She will be here, if she can’t be the Luna of the Three Alpha Dynasty, she will be my Luna, whether the lords want it or not. Whether you want it or not," Ragnar said firmly.

Fenrir's temper flared as he finally closed the space between him and Ragnar, their faces inches apart. "You're selfish," he accused, his voice low with anger.

Ragnar matched his gaze, unflinching. "You're dumb," he shot back, his tone laced with irritation.

The two Alphas stood at odds, their words turning into a heated exchange of insults and accusations. Hrothgar, sensing the tension, quietly made his exit from the hall, leaving the two Alphas to argue amongst themselves.

Fenrir's nostrils flared with frustration as he struggled to find the words to express his conflicting emotions. "You can't just make decisions without consulting the inner caucus of the Dynasty," he growled, his fists clenched at his sides.

Ragnar squared his shoulders, his eyes locking with Fenrir's. "Eowyn is strong, and with time, she will prove herself. She belongs with us," he argued, his voice firm and unwavering.

"I know what this is all about, Ragnar. Do you think she is mated to you? What have you done for her? I made her wolf come back to life," Fenrir recounted.

"Remember, we did make her wolf come to life. And you ask me what I have done to deserve her? That is why I want her to be the Luna, not the Omega that she had been for the most of her life."

Hrothgar entered Ragnar's room where Eowyn lay silently. As he laid eyes on Eowyn, he paused and filled his eyes with the burning desire to have her.

As the eldest and the dictator, he had taken it upon himself to be mature about it. He wanted her too, but he didn’t want to be involved in the tussle. When he wants something, he takes it.

Eowyn suddenly turned and sighted him. She wanted to rise to her feet and give a proper bow but Hrothgar stopped him. "Careful, Oh Flower."

"My King," Eowyn greeted him.

Hrothgar couldn't hold back any longer. He had kept his feelings hidden for far too long, and now the words spilled out of him like a torrential downpour. "Eowyn, do you know why I called you a flower?"

"No, my King."

"We grew up learning about flowers and their relevance to the heart of war, which is represented as thorns. We were taught to love this city with all our heart and behold it as a flower. Also, anything we set our heart upon to oversee and keep is a flower that must be protected by thorns."

Eowyn smiled and lowered her head. "I’m flattered, my King."

"You might have been battered, pierced, and choked by the thorns in your life, but it will be the last time," Hrothgar said.

Again, Eowyn smiled.

Hrothgar took a deep breath, his eyes locking with hers in a moment of unspoken connection. "I used to crave the chaos of war, the thrill of battle. But now, all I desire is peace. A peaceful life with you by my side, tilling the land, raising our children. I know it may seem like an impossible dream, but in you, I see a future worth fighting for."

Now, Eowyn giggled."

Just then, Hrothgar's thoughts shifted to the present moment, to the task at hand. "Fenrir and Ragnar have done something for you, you said. Fenrir pushed for your ritual, Ragnar will fight me to make you a Luna. What is it that you desire of me, my queen? Tell me, and I will make it happen."

Silence took over and during the silence; the two participated in an endless stare. During which the palpitations of their respective hearts revealed their desires.

"There is one thing left for me to achieve before I know peace, one final act of vengeance. I seek retribution against the one who took everything from me, who destroyed my family and sold me into slavery – Kantos. I know where he is, King Hrothgar. I know where they hide."

"Then let us go, my queen. Together, we will track down those who have wronged you, and justice will be served." With a swift movement, Hrothgar scooped Eowyn up in his arms, cradling her against his chest with fierce protectiveness.

***

Eowyn’s POV

***

In Hrothgars arms, I felt different. My life was taking a turn. The triplets of the Dynasty were known to be coerce and fierce were poking into each other to help me. Or clearly to have me.

"Where will this lead me? Is an enchantment by a witch involved?" I asked myself. "I pray it doesn’t stop!" I let out a smile.