The Royal Lycan Kings Witch

Three

Her

The journal entry whips through my mind mixing with glowing gold eyes and the giant beast that could have taken my life. I wake up covered in sweat and alone in my bed.

Jade is no longer here and I look to see it is four in the morning. I have to be in the kitchen in an hour to make breakfast.

I roll out of bed and drag my screaming body to the bathroom. I start the shower turning it as hot as it will go before stepping in and feeling it burn my back. I wash slowly trying to allow the hot water to relax my aching body but it doesn't seem to do anything.

I shut the water off and step out drying slowly. I go to my room and decide to just put on my clothes for the trial today. I decide on tight clothes so no one can grab me. I find a burnt orange sports bra and black capri leggings. I decide on no shoes for this trial and head into the bathroom.

I take my long flowing hair and tie it back in a french braid to keep it out of my face. I walk through the quiet pack house toward the kitchen while everyone is still asleep. I always volunteer to make breakfast because it keeps me out of the kitchen the rest of the day. I don't ask for help because I work better and faster alone in the kitchen.

I notice a man standing outside of the kitchen door but pay no mind as I enter. Their is a very large man with deep black hair slightly messy atop his head. His back is turned to me but his sheer size of him is impressive.

I try to act like I don't mind and head over to the coffee pot to start brewing the usual three pots of coffee. As it brews I pull out eggs bacon sausage milk flour bananas strawberries grapes and all different kinds of bread.

The coffee finishes brewing and I grab two mugs pouring one for myself and adding a sprinkle of cinnamon then one for the stranger. I put it on a saucer and onto a tray with milk and sugar because I'm not sure how they take it.

I turn with the tray setting it on the island in front of the stranger without looking to his face and I turn back to begin cooking. I beat my eggs to make homemade pancake mix and fry my bacon and sausage. I begin making bacon sausage pepper onion and cheese omelets for everyone. While I dollop pancake mix onto the flattop adding bananas and strawberries into them.

I begin to purée the strawberries making my famous homemade strawberry syrup that everyone loves so much. I make dozens of pieces of buttered and nonbuttered toast. As I finish up I slice fresh fruit putting it into a bowl plating all of the omelets for the self serve buffet along with the pancakes. Pouring my warm strawberry syrup into the dispenser leaving a small amount for myself.

An omega enters the kitchen and stops by the door momentarily looking to me with wide eyes. I look at her with a questioning look but she just drops her head and walks over to the giant cart bringing it into the dining room.

I grab my coffee and smell it turning around and leaning against the counter behind me. I finally look to the man who is staring directly at me. His gold eyes bore into my green ones. I slowly sip my coffee trying to act unfazed by the fact that it was indeed the king in my company while I cooked.

I notice he is holding a paper in his hand and drinking his coffee black. I grab the pot that I normally drink to myself and top off my cup then I turn to him and he holds his cup out not taking his eyes off of me.

I turn away and back to the stove top. I have 4 pancakes finishing up and two omelets along with rye toast and fruit out to the side. I pull out two plates and begin plating if the food giving myself one pancake and the king three. Then I add the omelets toast and a small monkey dish of fruit to each plate I drizzle the hot syrup over the pancakes then go to the fridge pulling out the whipped cream. I add it to the top of my pancake then set the kings plate in front of him. I hold the can of whip cream over top of it and he nods.

I squirt out the whip cream looking to him for a signal on when to stop. I continue swirling building a giant pyramid of whip cream to the top of his pancakes. My eyes go wide as I stare at him and he stares at the pancakes until finally,I become very aware that he was staring at me with a soft smile on his face.he nods with a satisfactory smile.

I look down to his plate and find the mountain of whip cream hides the pancakes completely. I can't help but laugh at it as I pass his plate to him with a fork. I place my plate in front of me and grab my stool to sit on.

King Ark Gabriel Alarie was definitely gorgeous his gold eyes sparkling and glowing his chiseled features covered with a dark permanent 5 o'clock shadow dark curly hair lays messy atop his head. His teeth were perfectly white and straight with nice plump lips.

It was no doubt every girl swooned for him yet he hasn't found his queen and continued his search.

I look away down to his plate and see him cutting off a piece of his pancake. He puts it in his mouth and pulls the fork out his eyes closing as he chews. A low dominant growl cuts the silence and I jump slightly my eyes widening. I feel my heart rate spike and my eyes lock on his now open ones with a smirk as he finishes chewing.

I peel my eyes from his and start eating realizing I don't have much time before the trial begins. I finish my food and place my plate in the sink. I turn around and jump when the king is behind me holding his plate and mug. I take it from him quickly and place it in the sink stunned by how silent he is. I turn to see him exiting the door but he stops and looks back at me first.

"Thank you for the company Liliana." He turns and leaves without another word.

I turn and head out to the field where all the other pack members that were advanced are warming up. Some are sparring with friends while others are doing warm up exercises.

I find an area to myself in the grass to stretch out my muscles that have begun to ache again since breakfast. I stretch until I see everyone else make their way to the field to watch the trial. Alpha Reed walks out with Alpha Henson and Jade hanging off his arm glowing with joy. I take note of the king following them with men behind him as he makes his way into the black tent once again. The soft smile gone from his face and replaced with a deep scowl.

The guard explains how the fighting will work their are several rings. The person who wins stays in their ring the loser either moves on to wait and fight the next loser. But if they aren't capable they forfeit. After that he picks two people who volunteered to begin.

The fight is long and hard fought probably the two best fighters here today since they were brave enough to volunteer. My end goal is to go last. I want to watch all of my opponents and learn from them before I have to get in the ring with them.

Finally, the larger man delivers a blow that knocks the guy on his back and wraps his arms around the guys neck cutting off his circulation. The guy taps out and the whistle blows signaling the fight completely. They shake hands and the loser steps into the next ring. They get a two minute break before it begins again.

I take a second to look to Jade and Peter whispering to each other. Peter looks to me with a shocked look while Jade continues to whisper to him and I quickly look away not liking the look he's giving me. I wonder what she was telling him.

Another fight begins pulling my attention as I study the large man who won the last fight he is skilled and strong but kind of slow on his feet. His opponents aren't using their speed and his size to their advantage. This one ends a lot quicker and another two minute break commences.

In reality, all I have to do is beat this first guy to win. Maybe by the time I get in the ring he will be tired and I can beat him.

The whistle draws me from my thoughts as another round starts. I make my way to where the water is and grab a drink as I sweat just from standing under the sun. I welcome the cool refreshment with open arms and notice my fatigue has subsided slightly from when I was stretching.

I look over to the tent and see two gold glowing eyes staring intently at the first ring. They break from it and land on me and a chill runs down my spine.

I quickly break eye contact and look back to the ring watching another opponent fall to this man. This goes on for what seems like forever and I find myself growing tired of this guy's tricks. He's using the same move over and over yet no one has caught it. The whistle blows and the fighting stops the large man goes and sits heavy drinking water. One of his jock looking friends wipes the sweat from his body.

The guard approaches me and I look around realizing I am the only one left. I was successful with avoiding going sooner and I can see the exhaustion starting to set in. I step into the ring and feel the warm sand under my feet.

I look at Jade and see her looking at me nervously chewing on her bottom lip. She is squeezing Peters hand tight but he doesn't seem to concern he just looks to her with worry.

The large man gets up and I only reach his shoulders in height. He looks down at me with a smile on his face and shakes my hand firm with a tight grip.

The guard has us back up to either end of the ring and blows the whistle. My main objective is to play defense don't let him touch me. He approaches in a fighting stance and I plant my feet watching his body movements. He swings hard but it is slow and I dip under it then I see his leg rising trying to catch me and I summersault on the sand stand up quick and watching him turn to me.

He approaches again and I prepare for him to throw another punch he throws one straight for my face and I spin out of the way and swipe his knee to the side that he tries to hit me with as he slides into a wider stance. I see anger in his eyes and I back away from him slightly keeping a safer distance.

He swings desperately at me and misses over and over again as I duck swipe and dodge every last punch. He goes to throw a punch but throws the opposite arm stopping me for a second before I twirl away again.

I feel something yank on my braid pulling me backward harshly. He pulls it so tight my head is yanked back so I'm looking up at him. I feel his fist connect with my right side and feel a crack. He does it once more and a whimper escapes my lips as it cracks again.

The burn spreads to my lungs as I gasp for air panting as he holds my head back. He goes to punch again but I throw my knee into his groin and he releases me hissing in pain.

He looks up to me with gritted teeth and runs to me. He stops throwing a punch and I catch his arm surprising him and myself. I don't give him time to react and I yank down with all of my weight sliding through his legs. He flips onto his back hard and I keep hold of his arm pulling it straight over my body and wrapping my legs tight around his throat. I squeeze as tight as I can but he thrashes in my legs trying to pry them apart. I can tell I won't be able to hold him so I look to his arm straightened over my body in between my legs and in my arms.

I prop his elbow on my hip and slam my elbow down on his forearm hearing the cracking of his bone. He screams in pain tapping my leg frantically.

I release him and he rolls on the ground screaming in pain as I scoot away. My head is pounding and I feel someone lift me to my feet and pull my right arm in the air. My left hand shoots to my ribs holding them as a sharp pain stabs me and I gasp for air.

The darkness takes over my vision quickly as I fall to nothingness.