Alpha Hybrid Heir

LYCAN PEASANT

DARIUS POV

The truth was all I needed, but I didn’t think that such information was going to come from her.

I knew that she was a warrior, but I was damned to find out that she was from Silvermoon Pack. Everything reminded me of the bitterness that I had to deal with.

But she was like a necessary evil, my necessary evil.

“Shall we be ready for the troops?” The guard who came to deliver the news asked, his head still bowed while he held onto his spear.

“Not now, we shall not interfere until there is a need for that. Inform my Beta that I would like to see.”

“AS you have spoken, King Darius.” He bowed and left, and the silence in the room returned.

There she was, standing like the entire world was going to bow at her feet like she deserved all the honor she could get.

“What else are you hiding from me?” I asked, but she remained silent, eyes locked into mine as though she was attempting to search my soul.

“You know you can’t remain silent, Nara. As long as you are in my territory, you will show respect.” The stern look on my face was visible for her to see, but she chuckled.

“What amuses you?” I asked, struggling to maintain my anger that refused to stay each time it was her.

“Are you going to go back on your words and send me away? A king is not known as such.” She was wise, and I hated the fact that she always made me silent whenever she spoke.

“Nara? Is that your name?”

She huffed and paced for a while before she responded with a silent tone.

“That’s what I choose to be called. Nara, don’t you like it?” She stared with her glowing gaze, a constant reminder that my fate was sealed with hers.

“Are you not going to do anything about the attack on the neutral packs? They are part of your land.”

“What right do you have to question my authority?”

“I feel concerned about them. I wonder what the others would think when they find out that the almighty Lycan King refused to help a pack in distress. Or are you afraid of Alpha Caelum?”

I wasn’t certain if I was supposed to focus on what she said or the fact that she was brave to speak to me in that manner.

“No one has ever spoken to me like that. Not even the elders of the Lycan territory.”

“Well, there is always a change. Let’s assume that it has started with me.” She smirked and moved closer with slow but steady steps.

“I don’t see fear in your eyes, King Darius. But I see reluctance.

She was right, but there was no way I was going to admit to her.

“There is a gathering tonight, you are obliged to be present.”

“Why? I am not part of you.” Her questions were always swift, with little traces of rebel, very sweet rebel.

“You do not ask questions, Nara. You just get yourself ready for the gathering.” I insisted, but she was persistent with her questions.

“There is no way I am going to any gathering I am not aware of. It’s been two days since I arrived, do you have any plans of holding a public trial against me?”

“That would have happened if you committed any crime against me or this territory. But the only crime you have committed is reminding me of the memories I am trying so hard to forget.”

“Then there you have it. I am not obliged to attend any gathering, King Darius. If anyone would be offended by my absence, then I beg for their forgiveness beforehand.” She was quick to respond, and it was very obvious that she meant her words.

“What if I am the one who would be offended if you refuse to show up?” I was hopeful that she was not going to make things more difficult for me.

The elders were asking questions. There was a little unrest everywhere about the stranger in the territory, especially at that moment when my throne seemed like it was no longer mine.

“You said something earlier…” She broke the silence, walked toward a corner, and turned to return her gaze to me. “You mentioned that I was trying to remind you of something you are trying so hard to forget. What could that be?” She was very inquisitive, but as much as I wanted to tell her, thought it was too early to reveal a secret I chose to carry to my grave to a stranger.

But she was a very familiar stranger. She was fascinating, and her confidence spoke volumes of everything I was missing.

“I beg you to attend the gathering, Nara. It is very important that you are there tonight if you want to remain here. Your safety also depends on it.”

“Oh. I see…” She gave my words a quick thought, and I could see that she was trying to convince herself to be there.

Then her eyes went down all over her body, staring at the almost shabby clothes she had on.

“Don’t worry about them, I will have my servants get you the best dress for the gathering. Just make sure you have a smile on your face.”

“I never told you that I was going to attend.” She said and sighed before she continued. “And I am not obliged to smile, King Darius just in case I change my mind. All you asked for was my presence, and that’s all I am willing to give…”

“I will get the dress ready nevertheless.”

“As it pleases you.” She said at once, her voice barely above a whisper.

Then she left, and just when I thought I was going to be alone in the room someone else walked in.

“I didn’t know that you had become friends with the peasant you chose to give shelter in this territory.” Seraphina stood tall, elegant, and with a strong poise.

She was my betrothed, chosen to be my Luna on a political basis. But I wasn’t sure if I wanted her close to me.

She was the Princess of a northern pack, one of the strongest in the Lycan territory.

No doubt that she was the kind of person everyone would have wanted beside me on the throne, but she was like a map with a missing piece.

“I didn’t know that you were back.” I managed to speak, but she didn’t look pleased that I had chosen to ignore what she said.

“Who is she? The peasant…” She asked, taking a step closer while she waited for her answer.